The while I linger
With uncertainty
I seek to find
A sanguine state,
Thus so in time
To join the gods
Who laugh at fate,
And celebrate,
Careless of life
In a timeless place!
ode to the sanity of fantasy…
fantasy
“ The Have and The Have Naught ” ~ be life’s comedy ~
The have naught, ebb
With life a tragedy,
Trapped in a web
Of apathetic reality,
Man will so scheme
Endemic of betrayal,
To attain his means…
Ergo haves, we may agree
Live pithily said comedy,
For they especially
Of careless objectivity,
Destine their domain
In animate fantasy,
Suffering not inequity
The while feign humane!
“ A Guest ” ~ in Satan’s lair ~
Born of a stay,
I’ll venture tell
Of a dared trip,
That looks in hell,
Thus a portrait
Of abject fair,
That of a guest
In Satan’s lair,
Thus on a toss
Ignoring the peril,
Where flames alas
Will cop one’s ass,
A temptress sets
To lewdly invade
The fading dream
Of one’s nightly rest…
Hence for angels
Pray not appear,
As they be devils
Hatched in fear,
Composing evils
For devil’s deeds,
By the near dead
Guests for his feed,
Soon meant to dwell,
In Beelzebub’s hell!
“ The Hall Runner ” ~ runs not ~
I’ve a runner
Runs not,
Not even a step,
A mat of sorts
In a weave
That cavorts,
Thus so conceived
As the hall runner…
Made so to go
From end to other,
Hence down the hall
Till it can reach
The opposite wall…
If you should ask
What of its task,
It’s but to cover
A floor said under,
Thus to walk over
Free of noise bother
For ladies in jumpers
Prancing in unders,
At times without,
Down the hall runner!
“ The Wasp ” ~ hymenoptera or human ~
I’ve known wasps
Since childhood,
Hymenopterans
Held be human,
Sting they would,
If one did cross
Upon their stood,
Or in school’s hood,
One did presume
To set the pace,
Thus take the lead
And so displace
In their prized race,
These hymenoptera
Said bête noire wasp,
Thought per se human!
“ I The Frog ” ~ croaks ridit ridit ~
I am the frog
Who basks,
With delight
In noonday sun,
Or on hot nights
Croak ridit ridit,
In pale moon light…
While bugs I seek
The while awake,
I’ll gobble my fill
Held within reach,
And croak along
Till when I sleep…
Thus whilst I wait
Will stay afloat,
Till bugs abound
Be my day’s hope,
And hence till then
Am a frog at bay,
Croaks ridit ridit
On a frog given day!
