Haste for a Mate Makes Waste

Happy lives work better in pairs
A guiding light for all your affairs
So secured men who float on air
Do pair with ladies of fitting flair
                          
But that wisdom of living in twos
Has ruined the lives of not a few
And that results from hasty calls
When pairs don’t fit a couple falls

Larry, the two-time loser

His girl friend paid a crooked judge
To jail his new wife due to a grudge
She was found guilty and sent to jail
That forced his life into a living hell

His wife appealed to a higher court
A new judge gave her new comfort
But insisted she pay him in romance
His wife and judge eloped to France

Re-align Her Upper Class Mind

An evening under a sky of low stratus

One decent gentleman of lowly status

A high class lady he wined and dined

Her thoughts on good times realigned

That old class fortress he did conquer

Oiled playing field of a preppy younker

Now no longer in class is she confined

All thoughts of class escaped her mind

Blessed are the strong

Deep trust betrayed by false display
Inflicts on minds a stressful disarray
The strong will stress but yet be tall
The weakened heart in crumbles fall

Back-stabbing betrayal lies in wait
All over the world it does not abate
Whenever it calls the choice is yours
The strong it fears, the weak it gores

The Cure For Lonely Travelers

When you woke up along that road
The road all lonely hearts once rode
You should have ran right backward
Backward from a road of no reward

When I did catch you along that lane
All but restrained by lonesome chains
Did we traveling souls not find a cure
Two will cure loneliness forevermore

She is beautiful in grey

One femme fatale’s alluring self
Was gone and left on dusty shelf
So she embarked on endless task
For the fountain of youth to unmask

For eleven years and seven weeks
She lived in tribes of Indian creeks
The enchantress now is here today
Still old but more beautiful in grey

The real way to a man's heart

It is nice she fries and cooks to his taste
Men always felt good from what they ate
But if her conduct doesn’t communicate
That will in his heart cast a sour distaste

Men communicate by eyes and conduct
Reasoning plus logic thoroughly deduct
That words and chatter of noise it is not
Not food, but conduct, that gets him hot

Sarafina to Jerusalem and Medina

In our humble makeshift prayer hut at the marina

Our hearts regale in the lyrical magic of Sarafina

Chilling evocation of contrasts in a vacation arena

Like rioting and praying in Jerusalem and Medina

The wind outside riots with the odor of dead fish

The calm inside fellowships with our pacific wish

In that makeshift prayer hut are the lyrics we give

To Medina and Jerusalem where the contrasts live

The Temptress

A she who knows the power of dress

A sly temptress in clothes that impress

She shines her lips to attract her prey

And whispers things no man would say

You might all complain about her type

And forever showcase your critic gripe

She can’t be bothered by griping clans

Her dress will impress her smitten fans

The Gift

That wait indeed was worth my while
Though scared I was you would beguile
But when your package arrived in style
To my hungry face you brought a smile

You have sent me just the thing I want
Though what I need you wouldn’t grant
Still my hand shall write for you to toast
For you a bosom friend of whom I boast

May we never lose our ways

In every tomorrow or my present day

May it never be said that I lost my way

As for all the ways that I lost yesterday

May I never again such ways ever stray

All those eternal truths we never say

May they today be said without delay

So that if our lives be audited in replay

Happily, we say our dues we did repay

You shall fear no darkness

You have a fear that’s quite severe

Seek you neither a shrink nor a sear

Darkness will always to me appear

The greatest source of human fear

Darkness infects to fearfully blight

Illuminate it through bright sunlight

If darkness, like fear, winds a mind

Through brightest sun it will unwind

Brother, poor credit is dead

Man who borrowed on credit lied
Put the cash on a brand new bride
His debt is due and the bride is due
Debt and bride are stress times two

He’s here again still full of his craps
Right in my hands is his credit apps
Forgive me deadbeat but this is harsh
Poor Credit is dead, survived by Cash

Peace

Lose that rancor, do not squawk

See all the strangers as they gawk

Release all anger from your walk

Let’s reason now, come let us talk

Come back sister to your brother

Your angry rancor, take no further

Strangers gawk and watch us fight

Let go of rancor, embrace sunlight

Teach the kid by your action

That child is so bad he sets wild fires
Sadly in him never a good transpires
Be resolute you the adult he admires
Mold him into a kid your act inspires

But teach the kid by action not word
You spoil the kid if you spare the rod
Words-only adult teaches abstraction
Kids learn by practice, instill by action

The Evil Prisoner

Man snared in life-ending transgression

Got liberated by his fakery of contrition

Re-snared in a web of punitive law code

And finally chained and in prison stowed

In shackles, dejected, near his life’s end

Discovers true contrition his only friend

Would give his right hand for liberation

Now pleads for the hangman's execution

Dreams at the Seashore

In wavy quiet of the seashore
Where we rested often before
We sat in calm of downstream
To reminisce and to daydream

As the golden sunset gleamed
In fantastic colors we dreamed
Our hearts forever joyfully see
That sea of dreams and fantasy

The Injured Ego

If a large ego suffers puncture
Such act does its owner injure
But though it loses air inflation
Surely, that loss enriches none

None can steal another’s charm
So if we other person ego harm
We steal a thing we cannot keep
We are ourselves on an ego trip

Align Your Own Stars

Emancipation day when stars align
To save you from all that do malign
You waited years but it never came
So now you seek someone to blame

You seek alignment you’ll be misled
Emancipation day lives in your head
The stars' alignment you must create
Align your stars and create your fate

Cyber Pals I Never See

If you and I never ever meet
Or pen words more discreet
This our thing will still be fun
For a cyber pal is never gone

It’s just as well we never see
If we meet, the fun may flee
Cyber pals don’t need a face
That’s the fun of cyber space

She loves to break and mend

Break and mend was her trend
Her secret plan to rope a friend
She gently feigns a broken end
And offers peace for it to mend

She used that old trick long ago
False magic mastered like a pro
You’ll love it if you comprehend
The joy of false break and mend

Sweet and Sour Soldier Girl

A happy lady lost a daughter
Today she cries, heart aflutter
She was soft like sweet butter
But now her lips sadly mutter

You see, her soft daughter ran
And joined the army like a man
No longer sweet like butter now
For soldiers all softness disavow

Nice Guys Finish Last

Be bold, go on, grab some cake
Before another steals your stake
Hide your share in a golden case
This world is not a humble place

If in your eyes my word is wrong
Join those humble lines too long
Then this wisdom you’ll embrace
That nice guys finish last in a race

Brother's Big Girl Syndrome

Big brother did one big girl catch
Left his crib and turned the latch
He was gone in month of March
His buddy did his woman snatch

He’s never found another match
No big girls with whom to attach
Big brother vowed today to fight
To fight to set his syndrome right

Crooked Clergy

Frocked men deficient in honesty
Abuse my ears preaching chastity
Few mired in religious dishonesty
Are making fake clamor for purity

Leave all judgment for the litigious
But rebuke the irreligiously religious
Rebuke often cures false sensibilities
And cleans the air of moral disabilities

Young Days of Innocent Love

Nightfall has now again been forced on us

Hand in hand we stroll along just because

Just because I love to walk you safely home

Safely home to your father and your mum

In your sleep do remember to dream of me

Don’t forget the one that loves you I am he

I’m he who walks you home in your dreams

May early morning set our tiny love agleam

Write me a poem

Count your syllables twice
Each word is worth a price
For words that sound alike
The price will spike a hike

Though you count syllables
Rhyme the words when able
Get ready, straight and write
Such poems do hearts ignite

Thanks to those who cheer me on

To you who urged this poem affair
You lit the flare
To those who daily read me here
You give me cheer
To writer friends who did me dare
I am almost there
You that smile in I-don’t-know-where
I feel you near
And you who find some poems unfair
Forgive me dear

Thanksgiving turkey

A lazy turkey was such a fool 
Never been to a turkey school
Flew and crashed badly down
Right into a thanksgiving town

A cooking witch ran with glee
Caught the turkey by the knee
She fried the turkey at a school
A fowl-frying school in Istanbul

She Loves Two Types of Men

A certain type whose head is bowed
While he fellowships among a crowd
He is alone though in public spheres
This type does well without his peers

And then the type who lives in noise
He loves to shout and raise his voice
This type loves crowds and rowdiness
He fears nothing more than loneliness

Month of May Love Affair

May I please now to you relay
The affairs in my heart today
Indulge me tell without delay
I’m gladly in the month of May

You may, I may, but never say
The month of May is never fair
For May always takes you there
By there I mean your love affair