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 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
