Tin Foil Man
Even from afar, across the bar,
I can see the condescension
In your first impression;
In your surface assessment
Of someone in my profession.
I wasn’t aware; Am I supposed to care
What you think?
What I think?
Is that you stink
Of imagined superiority,
Mr. Born of the Majority.
Does a suit make a man?
Can it stand,
Tall and alone,
If you did not call it home? Continue reading “Free Verse – Wrath – JG”
The Bottom
It’s so tempting
To stay sleeping,
Dreaming, only breathing,
Barely guilty of living, succumbing
To the apathy and fear of failing. Continue reading “Sloth – Free Verse – JG”
I remember reading
Of Dante’s blinded –
The envious sinners
with eyes sewn shut. Continue reading “Free Verse – Envy – JG”
Bacon Hoarding
A culture in decline
A hunger made divine
A product of swine
Exalted like fine wine Continue reading “Free Verse – Gluttony – JG”
Hell Hound’s Howl
Can tasting of your body
Satisfy my ravenous craving
For your spirit?
In the rapid race of my heart
(Can you hear it?)
Keeping the pace of a predator,
Sanity and stability and solid foundations
Of hesitations and reservations and realizations…
Get run over and passed through.
I’ve left:
Paw prints on practicality;
Muddy indents on reality;
Grass stains and broken twigs on morality. Continue reading “Free Verse – Lust – JG”
Keeping Up With Howard County
Charging bulls branded for a constellation,
Jungle cats without their trademark spots,
Wild horses in herds of hundreds –
All with clean forevers mixed throughout. Continue reading “Free Verse – Greed – JG”
Shut lips tightly and tread lightly
Never confess and always be dishonest
Speak slowly and keep focused
Only on what they can bear to hear Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #135 – Friendship”
Confucius Says
Learning without thought is labor lost,
A popular cost of today’s values –
Thought without learning is perilous. Continue reading “Villanelle – Thought – JG”
Way Back When
Simplicity and bliss, ease and peace
Way back when, when there wasn’t much before,
Before I knew I was a pawn, a piece
Of a puzzle, broken and forlorn. Continue reading “Spenserian Sonnet – Nostalgia – JG”
I can’t read what isn’t written;
Can’t make sense of scribbles in the sand.
How can you proclaim the perfection of what you preach,
When the standards you set, are out of anyone’s reach?
Who are you, to think to teach,
When you yourself are in so much need?
When you yourself are so easily deceived? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #160 – Written In The Sand”
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