5 Poems

Sable

If trees could sing their sap would bring a joy so overflowing.

With drink in cup we sink and sup our merriment still growing,

and who could blame a heart untamed still loving while it's able,

for soon comes night when all our sight beholds a sky of sable.

Morals

Candles lit in pockets to lift away the dark

missing the point of illumination.

Taking off a locket when the picture frame is marred

and mourning with a fresh intoxication.

Feelings that you can't resist leave memories that always persist

and bring about that familiar depression.

So now you start to keep a list of which the contents all consist

of times your morals were your first concession.

Tinctures, Salves, Potions, and Tonics

Tinctures, salves, potions, and tonics

bring up the morale of all Knights Teutonic.

From bruises they earned in wars so moronic,

brought lessons still spurned and writing sardonic.

Suppose for a moment they spoke in a hush,

and not for atonement which isn't worth much.

In keeping the faith they pillage and crush,

and taking the bait ere forward they rush.

Yes, tinctures, salves, potions, and tonics

can't seem to corral those sent by the Pontiff.

A Court of Roses

I fall asleep in a court of roses

and dream while my kingdom decomposes.

Blood-fed gardens crave thorn-cut skin

the valley blossoms as pain sets in.

My standard raised a crimson red.

These towers and stems for which I bled.

A petaled crown placed on my brow

and spinose armor worn so proud.

I'm buried in this court of roses

as my dreamed of kingdom decomposes.

Lay of the Lotus

Lay of the Lotus singing of scorn

reaching for roses but taking a thorn.

Reasons all ridged answers not allied.

Building your bridges you burn where you bide.

Gilding what's golden by telling the truth.

Stealing what's stolen while yearning for youth.

Ending up elsewhere lost to the light.

Buyer should beware or bring on the blight.