April 26, 2013 at 12:36 am (Poetry)
Tags: April PAD Challenge, Immigration, Poem, Poem-A-Day, Politics
Wrote this for day 15 of the Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge: “Write an infested poem.”
That French bitch brought home fleas–
refugees from the tramps
she beckons from alleys.
The vermin make their homes in my stucco,
blot white-washed walls with foreign specks,
and nibble at my well-lubricated chest.
Did the alleys not offer them enough
to fill their dirty families? My leftovers
could feed an African family for a year,
but these bloodsuckers want much more
than what I toss into the black and brown bins.
They want to turn my country home
into a hostel for whatever roach
will come. Rats, frogs, everything but the wasps.
What happiness can they find here?
Air conditioning, broadband, satellite TVs
won’t feed them. Will they follow me to my office
and multiply until I’m the minority
forced to seek sanctuary in the alleys we built
for them? The bombs set off don’t help;
they breed like dirty, brown bunnies
and have hard shells that could survive hell.
I might as well burn down the house
since I can never tolerate this itch
that gnaws my nuts, my chest, my fists.
I finally had the bitch put to sleep;
I claimed she was a stray.
I still keep pictures up of her
at home, at church, on bumper stickers and shirts
to prove to the world
I loved Liberty.
February 14, 2013 at 10:22 pm (Poetry)
Tags: Catholicism, Christianity, Poem, Poetry, Pope Benedict XVI, Religion, Roman Catholic Church
The world speculates on
what awaits the Catholic Church
after the transition.
Smoke signals search the world
for new blood to fill the Vatican,
but every answer to every question
hides in history.
The next pope will come
two generations late
wielding a staff
or a rod if occasion permits.
For the poor and the widowed,
he will cast much money
in exchange for their two mites.
He will not suffer another pedophile to harm
the church’s reputation further–
he will speak out against
homosexuals and priestesses
liberals and abortionists
Girl Scouts and cartoonists.
He will wear an egg on his head.
He will sit on a throne.
The sun will set
the sun will rise
the clock will tick
the clock will tock
the dogs will bark
the cats will hiss
the bees will buzz
the wasps will sting
the wolves will wake
and hunt for sheep
June 5, 2012 at 10:56 pm (Poetry)
Tags: Astronomy, Poem, Poetry, Transit, Venus, Venus Transit, Writings
Amazing what you can capture with an iPhone and a telescope.
A beauty mark on the Sun–
the final event of the century.
Its procession across the star
observed by passerbys.
A sight to blind, but worth the burn–
history brands the eye.
An encore promised one hundred years
too late for minute lives.
April 23, 2012 at 10:04 am (Poetry)
Tags: PAD Challenge, Poem, Poem-A-Day, Poetry, Sonnet
Day 23 of the 2012 April Pad Challenge by WritersDigest.com.
Horizon beneath the onyx canvas
bleeds with a watermelon tinge.
The rooster’s crow, the alabaster kiss
herald the Sun’s resurrection.
Specters congregated to haunt the night
exposed to be but naked trees.
Chills of Winter fog dissipated by
effervescent threads from the Spring.
Star from the East, ascend to the mountain–
beatify the forsaken ground.
Blunt the chill’s sting with golden redemption–
adorn the Earth with ivory crowns.
The starless night struck by the tangerine tint–
asunder dashed by the Morning Star’s ascent.