44. Cry

44.
Cry

Irony, satire, spoofs, send ups, do they do any good at all?
If I talk with tongue in cheek, am I heading for a fall?

Do you hear me, do you see, am I talking straight?
Must we treat the false as true, must we wait, wait, wait?

We laugh that we may not weep, the Roman said.
Are we awake, are we asleep, are we alive or dead?

Laugh at values, laugh at none, cry, they don’t exist!
For what is lost and must be found, for what is sadly missed.

A cry is true, oh I love you, oh love, where are you now?
In simple words, not twisted ones, will no one tell us how?

43. Drink

43.
Drink

Is this true?
I ask you.
If you have to be told a thing is good, it isn't.
Or worse still, why.
Generally speaking, I would say that is so.
Free us from bores who say they know.
People love saying what's good and bad.
Generally speaking, they drive us mad.
Telling me what to think.
I'll have a drink.

42. Vista

42.
Vista

Suppose the politicians said, okay, we give up, you do it. The mob takes over. What then?

Look at Italy, look at Greece.
Where is peace?

Are we responsible for how we are? The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves said Shakespeare, a poet.
Did he know it?

What little can you do?
Be true.

That’s all.
The writing’s on the wall.

Everyone a self serving creep.
What are we, sheep?

Serving others, serving sisters, serving brothers.
We all had mothers.

My brother is all mankind.
Never mind.

It’s not as if you didn’t know.
I told you so.

You told yourself this story, many times.
I have not run out of rhymes.

Maybe you have forgotten, or give up.
Drink the loving cup!

Okay, I’ll shut up and go away, as I’ve been told many times before.
Walk through the open door.

The choice is yours.
Love endures.

41. Enjoy!

41.
Enjoy!

To make assurance doubly sure I reassure you now.
The past is past, what's gone is gone, it doesn't matter, anyhow.
The glorious present is right here in the here and now.
It's where you live, it's where you are, the sacred, sacred cow.
That was that and this is this and then will be and always was.
Kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss, the reason is because!

40. Free

40.
Free

When you are a poet you say exactly what you want to say and how you want to say it.
Freedom is absolute.
So it is, was and always should be.
Free!
Everyone is a poet
although they may not know it.

39. To My Critic

39.
To My Critic

I condescend, as though from a great height, or so you say when you talk a load of shite.
What is this condescension thing?
I condescend to respond, is that enough?
I hate your stuff!
I care, I feel, I'm real.
Come to heel.
I love true. Don't you?
I can't say it all in one poem, no one can.
I'm just a man.
Does a poem evoke a true response?
Or scorn, incomprehension?
Time will tell.
Dramatic tension!

38. The Confrontation

38.
The Confrontation

From the bottom to the top and from top to the bottom
There lies a current state of dysfunction leading to dissatisfaction
Also known as the domino affect or a chain reaction.
This damn world has an affect on me.
We make up to brake up every other day due to the things I see.
I can only pray for a better day because I can no longer exist with you if things continue this way,
My TV reminds me of the full scale catastrophes,
How Casey Anthony walked away Scott free will be another one of life’s unsolved mysteries.
Is there anything left between us that you consider precious,
I can’t take another minute of being with you but yet your love is just that infectious.
And just when I start to think about all the good time we’ve had I am reminded of 911; Hurricane Katrina; you rocked Japan; you had my neighbors suit up and die over a war that was built on a lie.
You never considered letting their families say a proper good-bye.
You allow them to pollute our mother with toxins that lead to famine,
Drinking water with high levels of radiation causing young woman all over the world to be barren.
There is nothing left that is precious with in our youth,
Disrespecting elders all because they tried to help their hopeless asses and speak a little truth.
Men now have this sense of entitlement.
They want to mooch off women…lay on their backs all day…and be courted
The woman has had to be strong on her own for so long that this behavior has become acceptable not even peeping that there is some real bullshit going on.
The contamination must truly be on the water.
Fathers’ thinking it’s acceptable to date friends of his daughter.
Mothers are blaming their failed relationships on their children,
When it was really their stubborn ears and loose legs that got them into the situation that they are currently in.
World what is this foolish ass mess you got me in.
Can you show me an honest love?
Better yet can you show me unconditional love?
Why do you greet me with such disrespect?
Anguish, famine, disaster, and neglect.
And as I pick up the first stone to pay you back for your disrespect,
You remind me that everything I see is a reflection of our very own neglect…
We have raped our mother…
And now Mother Nature has finally gotten fed up and ran to get her brothers.