night is falling on me but i can paint it better than chemo seems to work
Category: Original Poems
Catfishing
People love to lie because
They know it gives them power;
They use lies to seduce and
To entrap and to devour
They lead fake online lives
That stretch beyond mere pseudonyms;
And play out where the old are young
And where the “she’s” are “him’s”
And often, they’re convinced
The lies they tell are really true;
Or so important, it excuses
Everything they do
And lying’s so ubiquitous
It’s all of a degree
What constitutes a fraud
Or someone real (like you or me)
Or maybe we’re all liars
A distinctly human art
Just telling stories ’round the fire
Fabulists
At heart
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For a description of the phenomenon of “catfishing” look here.
To share is human:
Chairman Emeritus
The Institute for Doing Stupid Things called
Offering me a lifetime membership.
When I responded that to public admit I constantly do stupid things
Would in itself be a stupid thing, they responded,
“Exactly.”
So I am now not only their latest member but
Chairman Emeritus of the Subcommittee on
Inexplicable Idiocy.
My duties there include figuring out exactly
Why I walk straight into the same countertop every day;
Why I would leave a house locked with my keys still in it;
Or why I would ever attempt to have a rational discussion on a message board,
Or indeed a rational discussion about politics anywhere.
The Chairmanship is very prestigious:
I beat out a number of congressmen and head football coaches for the honor.
If any of you want to support the Institute for Doing Stupid Things
You thereby officially qualify for membership
To share is human:
Passing Love On
We have these things but for a time
And much of it is chance
These fates and opportunities
That can our lives enhance
We didn’t build the chessboard
Whether king or queen or pawn
Since all we have is borrowed
Love should always be passed on
To share is human:
Anniversary
I saw her buying flowers as I bustled through my day
“It is our anniversary,” I overheard her say
“Now what a lucky guy,” I thought, “that she would buy him flowers.”
And went about my life, my months, my weeks, my days, my hours —
And twelve months hence, as chance would have, I saw her once again
Once more she purchased flowers in the same place she had been
I said, “Your man’s so lucky he’ll have these up on his shelf.”
She said, “That man’s so cold —
For years
I’ve bought these
For myself.”
(Inspired by this prompt.)
To share is human:
Beer Haven
One beer and then another
To keep him from the brink
Of madness and depression
So he won’t have to think
An ancestral affliction long
Inside the family hall:
The best that he can hope to feel
Is not to feel
At all
To share is human:
First Love’s Memory
We wandered down a hill to find
A secret place I knew;
There was a picnic waiting
And a beautiful lake view
She was surprised to see it all —
Delighted, nonetheless;
And I – well, I adored her
I must honestly confess
And she sat on my lap
As we enjoyed the glittering lake;
With fruit to eat and wine to drink
Our daytime thirsts to slake
And in my arms, down to
The waterside we did transfer;
If ever any boy loved girl
Then truth knows I loved her
Into the water soon we went
The two of us got wet:
And how it felt to kiss her
Is a thing I won’t forget
And passion flowed like water
On an endless smiling sea;
And soon engulfed the two of us
My true young love and me
I recall as we dried that she
Had flowers in her hair;
And though the day was long ago
It’s like I still was there
For that first love, that comes but once
Can fade like summer flowers:
But this one memory we share
It is
Forever
Ours
To share is human:
