This is another series of poems that I have written. I hope you enjoy.

Cursed Age

I challenge you, boy,

with your muscles so gross,

to make them last

longer than I did.

Look at my sinew

once so large, now cursed with age

No longer are they admired or

are they fought over by women.

So waste not on feats of power

or girlish desires.

It will all be

lost one day.

Fire

Fire is death.

Fire is destruction,

Fire burns a forest down,

Fire can destroy a life!

Fire is heat,

Fire is rebirth,

Fire makes a civilization,

Fire can drive an idea, which changes the world!

Lost Haiku

Alone in the woods

Except for the lurking wolves

Where is my compass

My Life

It is my life,

Without it I am dead.

I can talk to people,

Either by call or text.

I can search the web,

Or watch a YouTube video.

I can play a game,

Angry Birds or Zombie Smash.

It can be my credit card,

Or check the stock market.

I can take pictures,

Or check the time.

I can know the weather,

And what to wear.

When I am without it,

I am missing my hand.

I feel disconnected

And shunned by the world.

I am incessantly bored,

Without an app to explore.

I cannot know the news,

global, national, or local.

Without I am stuck with shorts,

In a wintry blizzard storm.

My phone is my life,

And without it I am dead.

My Love

sit sly and observe

watch, note, memorize

her movements and characteristics

the branch digs deep

forcing me to shift.

a cracking sound emits

seconds before the thud.

noises and lights turn on inside

observation over

until tomorrow night, my love