A Poet's Passion

A Poets Passion: An in-depth versification of one man’s life. It is a compilation of forty years of life events in rhyme and recollection. The emotion of this poet’s passion smoothly assimilates into the mind and heart of the reader. A Poet’s Passion: a wonderful and fulfilling read for the true poetry lover.

A sampling from A Poet’s Passion

~~~Megalopolis~~~

Metallic click and buzzing hum
From neon metronomes,
Syncopates the yellow eye
Of winking traffic lights.

Half a page of Wednesday’s news
Escapes from litter jail,
Then skids off through the flashing night,
Like some stumbling, drunken gull.

Slender, stunted Cyclopes
Stand their red-eyed watch,
Awaiting copper snacks that start
Digestive ticking from within.

A timid dog slinks slowly past
With tail between its legs,
Then fades into black alley shadows
In search of garbage cans.

From afar a woman laughs,
Then a car door slams.
Squalling tires and engine’s roar
Fade slowly into distance.

A chill has crept into the night
And brings warm beds to mind.
At last the thoughts of sleep appeal,
Even without you.
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~~~War Plane~~~

The blended shriek and thunder
Is swallowed up in distance,
As the grave and dreaded Azrael
Escapes its concrete nest.

Angrily arching upward,
On a black and fiery tail,
A gruesome manmade Griffin,
Gone to eat the sun.
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~~~A Poet's Passion!~~~

Passion! Take me into your arms,
Embrace my eager body.
Guide me through my brief existence,
That I might know
And have
And be
All that life does offer.

Passion! Fuel my thirsty soul
Seduce me with flaming fury.
Light my path to prosperity,
And the lusty madness of amour.

Passion! Intoxicating elixir,
Give me drink your magic potion,
Whet my appetite with ambition,
Strengthen my drive and resolve.

Quick, my passion!
Ignite my craving, my desire.
Look! The sky grows ashen gray,
The sun will soon be setting.
~~~***~~~

~~~The Slicer's Nicer~~~

Snip, snip,
The censor’s shears
Have come to cut off
Both your ears!

Back in the ancient days of yore
They’d end the mucky, foul rapport
By snipping ears off by the score.

Splash, splash
The acid flies
Into your face
To blind your eyes.

Virtue they personify
With oil of vitriol in the eye.
One tiny drop to purify
The lusty sights you must deny.

Stitch, stitch,
The needle zips,
Through the flesh
To seal the lips.

A better man you are this way.
No more vulgar things you’ll say.
‘Tis such a minor price to pay
To keep you pure for Judgment Day.

But progress has now changed the scene.
The censors have a new machine,
That quickly ends all things obscene.
I think it’s called a guillotine.
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