Poet's Passion

A Poets Passion: An in-depth versification of one man's life. It is a compilation of forty years of life events in rhyme and recollection. The emotion of this poet's passion smoothly assimilates into the mind and heart of the reader. A Poet's Passion: a wonderful and fulfilling read for the true poetry lover.A sampling from A Poet's Passion~~~Megalopolis~~~Metallic click and buzzing humFrom neon metronomes,Syncopates the yellow eyeOf winking traffic lights.Half a page of Wednesday's newsEscapes from litter jail,Then skids off through the flashing night,Like some stumbling, drunken gull.Slender, stunted CyclopesStand their red-eyed watch,Awaiting copper snacks that startDigestive ticking from within.A timid dog slinks slowly pastWith tail between its legs,Then fades into black alley shadowsIn search of garbage cans.From afar a woman laughs,Then a car door slams.Squalling tires and engine's roarFade slowly into distance.A chill has crept into the nightAnd brings warm beds to mind.At last the thoughts of sleep appeal,Even without you.~~~***~~~~~~War Plane~~~The blended shriek and thunderIs swallowed up in distance,As the grave and dreaded AzraelEscapes its concrete nest.Angrily arching upward,On a black and fiery tail,A gruesome manmade Griffin,Gone to eat the sun.~~~***~~~~~~A Poet's Passion!~~~Passion! Take me into your arms,Embrace my eager body.Guide me through my brief existence,That I might knowAnd haveAnd beAll that life does offer.Passion! Fuel my thirsty soulSeduce me with flaming fury.Light my path to prosperity,And the lusty madness of amour.Passion! Intoxicating elixir,Give me drink your magic potion,Whet my appetite with ambition,Strengthen my drive and resolve.Quick, my passion!Ignite my craving, my desire.Look! The sky grows ashen gray,The sun will soon be setting.~~~***~~~~~~The Slicer's Nicer~~~Snip, snip,The censor's shearsHave come to cut offBoth your ears!Back in the ancient days of yoreThey'd end the mucky, foul rapportBy snipping ears off by the score.Splash, splashThe acid fliesInto your faceTo blind your eyes.Virtue they personifyWith oil of vitriol in the eye.One tiny drop to purifyThe lusty sights you must deny.Stitch, stitch,The needle zips,Through the fleshTo seal the lips.A better man you are this way.No more vulgar things you'll say.'Tis such a minor price to payTo keep you pure for Judgment Day.But progress has now changed the scene.The censors have a new machine,That quickly ends all things obscene.I think it's called a guillotine.~~~***~~~