they’re a siren’s call to mystery and intrigue
laced with meanings from a special colleague
coded words that creep into conversations
secrets exchanged between rival nations
words so fraught with hidden meaning
can also contain something demeaning
peeling away layers of deep mistrust
that if decoded could easily combust
turning a questionably civilized society
into a maelstrom of vicious impropriety
ribbit! ribbit!
went the big bullfrog
while sitting on a floating log
ribbit! ribbit!
in a basso tone
making the lady frogs groan
ribbit! ribbit! ribbit!
the bullfrog sang
before he suddenly sprang
ribbit! ribbit!
taking everything he had
to land smoothly on a lily pad
ribbit! ribbit! ribbit!
excited girl frogs were arrayed
waiting for the bullfrog’s serenade
ribbit! ribbit! ribbit!
sang the bullfrog under the light of the moon
while his delighted audience tried not too swoon
time was lost when earth’s clocks rebelled
against constraints man’s science brought to bear
triggering deafening alarms and chimes everywhere
shattering clocks of every type and style
leaving broken timekeepers behind in a pile
of wristwatches
pocket watches
novelty watches
and other mechanical cousins
products of man’s efforts to capture time
such impunity
bending universal physics like salt water taffy
in order to control society
making people account for every hour of the day
and when to pray
until cosmic forces finally intervened
against the invention by human beings
he captured the average American experience
with words woven with activism and skepticism
an insurgent in the literary world with no allegiance
to traditional poetry and using abstract expressionism
he confesses to being an anarchist at heart
encouraging poets to write about political and cultural
aspects of their country like laws and local art
Lawrence Ferlinghetti who turned 100 the other day
still burns brightly in the world of poetry
an icon with plenty left to say
about the world and our society
keeping up with 21st century technology
isn’t easy for a retiree like me
I’m in awe of the computer community
and their popularity
but I’m doomed to be a forever trainee
and not a true devotee
I say this unapologetically
it’s who I happen to be
technology does makes me happy
to a certain degree
making life less of a mystery
as the internet sets me free
with a world class library
the consequences of our actions cause ripples in a cosmic sea
reverberating further than our eye can see
they echo in the myriad corridors of eternity
and find fertile hunting grounds in diversity
they spawn revolutions and bring prosperity
sometimes they point out things inadvertently
as you watch helplessly
with uncertainty
as the ripples spread out mysteriously
entwined with your fate in history
I looked like a defiant little boy
staring into the camera with his toy
with my serious eyes and curly hair
it could have been taken anywhere
a black and white memory of days past
a glimpse of youth that didn’t last
no trace of a smile on my chubby face
it appears I’d rather be in some other place
what caused me to look so grim?
something serious, or just a whim?
I can’t remember what I thought that day
it appears someone interrupted my play
childhood photos are ghosts from our past
while memories fade, they’ll always last
as we all know, opinions are like assholes
we all have one…
in a world of critics and skeptics
opinions are subject to fact-checks
based upon disbelief
or the PC police
few opinions stand the test of time
and the rest are borderline
people naturally opinionate
it’s in our DNA to debate
you’re either right or wrong
making it hard to get along
opinions have led to war
destroying lives and more
peace-loving people say
it doesn’t have to be this way
there’s no time to stop or hesitate
or to contemplate your fate
the line must keep moving along
no sense of right or wrong
the line keeps moving everyday
never making any headway
in a society of strangers
afraid of dangers
lines are crossed and people die
not even knowing why
everyone keeps moving the line
looking for a sign
a guiding light
through the dark night
for inspiration
and salvation
he tries to rescue feral and lost cats every day
wandering streets and every alleyway
prepared to help any stray
that comes his way
the cat man’s house is full of felines invited to stay
he doesn’t mind his sobriquet
his cat friends never lead him astray
as he goes about his eventful day
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