orange hair'd
the flame thrower
positions himself
at the end of the tunnel
pretending
he's a shining light
CINQUAIN
not fooled
by a moron
stupid and ignorant
embarrassing his own people
shameful
how how
can this be true
this is the president
of the most powerful nation
on earth?
living near the ocean
at the bottom of the world
food on the table
shelter
no wars
still has all of her marbles
too many don't at any age
(half of America voted for Trump )
point taken
free from materialism
not tempted by persistent propaganda
to consume and conform to societal trends
only impressed by genuine kindness
lack of self centredness and if talent
is thrown into the mix even better
belonging to little poetry comunities online
sharing poems with like minded folk from far away places
whom she would have never encountered
they show her more kindness than people she has known
all her life
finding peace
and self esteem
by shutting the door on
those who don't value her
regardless of who they are
and finally
a total surprise
a new person in her life
a musician of similar age
who actually enjoys talking to her
on the telephone
always pleased to hear from her
wants to take her to lunch
gifts her books of his poems and autobiography
RHYMING VERSE AN ACQUIRED TASTE
she's no good at rhyming at all
it goes against the grain
can't imagine why anyone bothers
a waste of time appalled
some seem to like it such strange odd
plodders
for me
you are more than
a friend i would be be lost
without you you're the cream in my
coffee
this wonderful planet
a jewel in the crown
of the universe
wonder abounds
in nature
also in mankind
marred by mammon
satan's spawn
corrupt world leaders
and money grubbers in ascendancy
intent on destroying us all
for personal power and greed
we were given free will
unite
overthrow the evil
good must triumph
good will triumph
find faith
believe
"upon this rock i will build my church
and the gates of hell will not prevail against us
(Matthew 16:18)
tis trooper time
time for the sheep
to turn towards the light
breakfast brought in bed
with a bunch of red roses
s'pose we can all dream
ardor and desire after
forty years is unlikely
