Our Lady of Poetry

Rhyming verse is a woman scorned
to whom lip service must be paid.
Set free from meter, unadorned
Her lyric fury waits, delayed
as she rambles on in a free verse swoon,
oblivious to whoever’s listening,
babbling to the crescent moon
illuminated, horned and glistening,
bathing her deluded mind
in lunar metaphors of doom.
Do not provoke her—treat her kind
and let her pass to a padded room
or an attic space beneath the eves
where she can rant and find release;
until her frenzied soul believes
that words have meaning…
                              and rests in peace.

Just want you to know:
Gender is given by God—
So don’t mess with it.

Reset to Eden

Each day reminds me that I am depraved

fixated, titillated still with sin

and thinking I’m smart, I’ve ranted and raved

only to wake up again in this skin

wondering if I am actually saved.

Behold the deep cesspool I find within:

unhallowed Self, to whom I am enslaved,

doomed to start over every day.  Begin

again Lord Christ, that sanctifying work

you promised to accomplish through your Word.

Kill the vipers that in our garden lurk;

tell of your blood and all that it conferred.

Explain—as on the road to Emmaus;

or dull mortality may dismay us.

Euro-globalists
insanely bent on multi-
cultural suicide

 

Teetotaling Totalitarian

Adolf Hitler had a ball,
yet paused, halfway, to brew some tea
(though German beer is best of all,
and works to set one free).

Herr Hitler blinked. His reign of power
was snatched by Yankee/Allied hands
The weakest brew now had its hour—
for tea will do when tea commands.

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Dumb-ass Haiku verse
always counting syllables…
Japan; like I care?