Poem....Buttermilk Skies
I move my eyes
Toward buttermilk skies
Away from clutter
Of made up lies
I seek a distance
From those in persistence
Charting self absorbed paths
Through least resistance
The song of a bird
Simply to be heard
Not seeking acclaim
Not spreading a word
So those buttermilk skies
Are there for our eyes
Containing simple truths
While ignoring our cries
Rabid Poet
Purple and Red
Swirling in my head
Holding this paintbrush
New canvas to tread
Black splashes between
Abstraction to be seen
Reaching into my soul
Painting like a machine
Now hanging on the wall
Narrow and tall
It speaks as it can
Colour and all
Rabid Poet
Poem ...
Wall Street
Soon the skies
filled with suits and ties
Will end that made up glut
Of Wall Street lies
Sell the stock
Fool the flock
When they sell
Watch the clock
When bottomed out
Deliver that shout
Buy baby, buy
That's what it's about
Inside Trade
Got it made
The ruse keeps on
New money is weighed
Rabid Poet
Poem...Returning?
Roulettes keep on spinning
Billionaires keep on winning
Circles within circles
Living high in the sky
Earth keeps on turning
Oceans keep on churning
Species saying their goodbye
As we keep on with our burning
It was a grand event
Several billion year extent
Producing a species
Claiming Heaven sent
There is a tearful goodbye
Heads raised to the sky
In warm air hard to breathe
Nothing left to try
The Galaxy keeps on turning
Suns keep on burning
Perhaps in some future time
Life will be returning
Rabid Poet
