A Poem Should Be (26)

 

More or less, whatever 

You want it to be or not 

 

To be but never 

Meaning less, more 

 

Like life itself, if you know 

And you should 

 

Know what I mean. 

 

 

 

Cutting Edge Eventide Augury

 

evening’s 

waxing

 

blood 

crescent 

moon— 

 

to 

morrow’s 

over- 

flowing 

 

sickle

 

Ever Nostalgic Muse

 

 

Just think

 

Of it, there would be 

No words for never 

 

Going forward once 

We stopped 

 

Looking back on it. 

 

 

Deep Down Surface Subterfuge

 

To see 

One’s inner 

 

Self, you need to 

 

Convince the other 

One concealing 

It to help 

 

You strike 

At the heart 

Of the matter, 

 

Without once coming up 

For air, no matter 

How hard it is, it is 

 

As they say, 

Uplifting, always 

Uplifting

 

To think 

You both can 

 

Do so.

 

Lights Out: Tale Of Lizzy, The Flashy Lizard

 

darting sans tail 

across killer sun- 

drenched rock 

after rock, stops 

 

to sun it- 

self and remaining 

frozen just in case 

any joe 

blow bug up and

decides to stop 

 

by and bask 

in the sun- 

 

light too before 

the lurking 

neighborhood resident 

housecat flips 

the switch and offs 

 

the interlopers 

once and for all,

just like that.