Poetry and Satire for the Avante Garde

STORIES

Poems

A Gem of a Relationship

A glint in my eyes

So expensive such a gem

You need to impress me

I like what I see

Lasts forever, would never die

Looking so natural, so beautiful to wear

I might go blind if I stare

A gem that never comes fake

Let me cherish this pretty rock

It glares in the sun, such a pretty glint

It may have been expensive but will last long enough

You’ll win me over

I like this more than gold

I know your charm will never grow old

I’ll wear it on and on

For I see you have treasured me

You’ll care about me forever

Let’s leap into this abyss

Take a gamble, now or never

A Simple Plan

A simple plan is what I can stand

For it shall simplify the future for me

Many ambitions I have, do not laugh

Many are feasible, you’ll see

So many complications, many exacerbations

I will have a simple plan that will be

I will simplify my life with no curses or strife

A simple plan comforts me

A simple plan shall come easy to some

But few will think you are an ass

For I will reap rewards of my simple plan and triumph

I remind them all complications shall come to pass

As I mock those who doubted and vented hot gas

A simple plan is a happy plan

Smiles over the rainbow I see

A simple plan is an excellent one

It can work for everyone, as it has worked for me

Adventurous

All around the world I want to go

Where I’m gonna end I really don’t know

I wanna go fast round the sharpest turns

Meeting new people, wanting so much to learn

I go near, I go far

One thing for sure, one day I’ll touch the stars

I indulge in my appeasements

I am happy with no bereavements

All around the world I go

Never stop in one place for long, you always gotta go

Experience everything, have adventures as you go

When you see the whole word, then you’ll know

Am I Crazy?

My thoughts are plenty

I think about so many things

Sometimes I think I’m ready to do something

My thoughts are not steady sometimes

Reading myself, I become disoriented

Thinking negative things

Surely I must be crazy

I might be a mess

Or eccentric, in my thoughts I digress

Then again my thoughts become a steady thing

To contemplate the strange and unseeing

I might be strange, I have no idea

It’s what I have to deal with, it’s a lot

I come back to reality and say to myself

One thing at a time

Look around and see what you’ve sought

An Ode to Cat

Today I see a cat, how about that?

What is she thinking? She’s neat and tidy but not fat

In her head she thinks of delectable seafood dishes

But who will tend to her wishes?

I feed her dry food and moist from the can

Secretly I think that she has a better plan

I wonder what she will do in her little time span?

Does she sleep and dream fantastic things?

Or does she have next day to plan?

She enjoys tasty mouse flavored treats

I watch her eating, she always looks sweet

She has such power over everyone

Where did she come from?

What a beauty she is

She descended from a grand line of cats

My cat is worthy of writing about, and that is a fact

An Ode to a Dilemma

Ah, the best Caribbean trip I have ever had.

It’s hard to leave this vacation.

Then I have to go back to working intensely.

Go back to my stress, I will really weep hard.

Still I have to go back.

I am not looking forward to it; I’ll start crying inside.

Give me money, so I can be free to go back and wander .

to and fro

In my own version of Eden I’ll go back to the Caribbean.

There is more to be seen.

Such conflictions, such complaints,

Can I be in a relaxed state of just being?

Common idiotic pain brought about by modern life.

Such is the pain of trying to work to have money.

Work hard and you might have your wealth and desires,

But you’ll never be allowed to relax.

You have to put up your guard as you go through life;

Hopefully you won’t fall into the cracks.

You’re in dispute all the time while trying to keep yourself

calm. Can you just be a cool person? Is that such

a crime?

The employee begs, please boss, let me have a raise,

I need to go back to my Caribbean daze.

Does anyone actually mind?

Let me be free so I can walk where I want

Into the meadow, and not in the shadow.

Finally, the boss gives in and says all right,

I will help you out tonight;

You obviously need to escape.

The boss helps the employee out and it has made her day.

She goes on her vacation, feeling better and breathing

fresh air. Now she’s really happy;

She doesn’t mind being a little sappy.

No one knows where she went,

No one knows her whereabouts.

She is happy and can now shout.

She returns to work a week later snacking on commercial

chips. Once again she’s happy to work.

She has realized her self-worth.

She has a newfound spunk and perk.

I know there is such an employee vacation dilemma.

But, share your time equally to run a better work place.

Then there will a happier look on your face.

An Ode to the Perishing Environment

Oh, perish the environment. What is there we have left?

Everything seems so futile to protect it, it’s so bereft

So dried out, so emptied

Does anybody care?

Will we choke on our own fumes?

Will acid rain put us in its snare?

Detriment to the earth, a warning so vile

Ignore the evidence, some choke on their bile

The animals and plants die; I seriously want to cry

We have to save the environment; we have to try

We have to live and breathe. No more filthy water or ground

No more skin diseases, contamination, or tragic animal sound

Why is this such an agonizing task?

Let this be simple, we must not be wasteful or spiteful

Ignorance is the theme

Can we all handle it if the earth’s resources are wiped out?

Why does every one live with a false sense of security?

Or will we live in the dreadful heat

Driving our cars, it gets so hot, you stick to the seat

Can the environment change in this life?

I seriously question and have doubt

Hopefully, messages of environmental doom can have some clout

Will there be a clean earth in the future? Maybe in this life

All I hope for is positive, but no one can do this alone

A group effort must occur, and then maybe there will be no strife

We only have one world. Handle it with care

Change it forever, for future generations to be proud

The awareness shall be boundless

Alien

Differences in you or alien species, coming to earth to die

Claim your soul o’ mighty heathen, watch the great escape

Escape your planet, from your own world, live among us apes

Alien so sublime to see the differences we forgot

To live with your species maybe, in harmony or not

Will you see new worlds?

Maybe you’re content

I would know for sure

Shall I call you my friend whom I meant?

Alien, claim your life

Live life better for yourself

Plunge into the unknown

You’re amongst friends; you’re happy in reality

Loneliness will not lament

Meanwhile you could change your skin tone

I welcome you, alien, into my life with much hospitality

You’ll be gladly received

In the end you’ve got a friend

That friend will be there for you indeed

Anecdotes

People say I’m full of wisdom,

I think I’m full of crap,

But they seem to like it anyway.

In my stressful job I deal with people’s problems.

They stress me out like constipation.

They clog me with their problems and give me cramps.

And, yes! I have to dump my own problems in the toilet.

Close your eyes today, let the music play, dance the night

away. Your body will move you any which way.

Anger

Anger is like whiplash.

It cuts like a knife and tastes like bitter salt.

It stems from misunderstand, but really who’s at fault?

Anger is a thing that we must all keep curbed.

It can come out like a demon, out of hell’s vault.

We all live on hatred and not on peace.

We prefer anger that will never cease.

In uncertain times we all rage like the beast.

It can occur anywhere, no matter famine or feast.

Anger can flare and out comes your dark half,

Just keep it in check.

Anger can make you so raw and cold.

Take your soul and die in the anger mold.

Complexities can come with anger.

It can make your life an extreme mess.

Then again, life can give you test after test.

Anonymous Children

To all the little kids of the world, so hyperactive

We have to take care of you and get proactive

We have to care about you and love you and treasure you

Everyone feeds you sedatives and that’s not right

Don’t they wish to watch over?

Can anyone handle it when you put up a fight?

What would happen to you if the pills stopped getting fed?

Would you be an addict?

Would you be dead?

Care for the hyper children; change your attitude

about them

Listen to what they have to say

Don’t admonish their words with dread

Don’t get too bossy now or they will run away

Hold them dearly to you

Listen to the problem

They have so much to say, we should all solve them

Such hyperactive children would rot if they don’t get the

needed attention

Don’t proceed to admonish them for their expression

Guide them along the way

Let them learn to grow up

Then they will say, thanks for raising me

You didn’t give up on me and stop

Anxiety

Anxiety. It’s coming for me. I don’t think I can outrun it.

It is stalking me as far as I can see; what will come of it?

It’s causing me to shake.

Making my body ache.

It’s getting me so very nervous, causing me such stress.

It’s making it hard to breathe.

Constricting my chest; I deplore this anxiety test.

When will it stop?

When will my heart rate drop?

I can’t take this anymore.

Someone please help me feel tranquil inside.

My anxiety will not let me hide.

Help me stop shaking and withering.

Even when I get desperate,

I call for help with this overwhelming mess.

Anxiety teaches its lessons for me to digest.

Anxiety has made me alert, to commit no mistakes.

I know I’ll get everything I want to be fair.

My anxiety is making me work hard to get there.

Appreciation

I appreciate you in every way

I appreciate you all the time

You do so many things for me that are sublime

I appreciate you, as you have something to say

I’ll help you out in every way

I appreciate you saying I do better and better each

passing day

I am grateful and will enjoy the stay

Artist

So many artists, I don’t know who they are.

I have seen many of their works, and some of them are bizarre.

A few of them look tortured.

That is my wild guess.

They are crazy and creative.

Some look rather plaintive.

Everyone creates something beautiful in their unlikely art.

But I suppose in the end it does take a lot of heart.

All art should not be criticized, it yields such interesting things.

If there were no beauty in all the world,

What would happen to us all?

Would we teeter on a downward spiral of dullness and pain?

Or would we go insane not having various things to look at in vain?

The artists are people who are true to themselves.

They create through the mediums of expression.

To be viewed at your emotional regression.

For if we got rid