Thursday, March 14, 2019

demise

ides of March and so begins
the quickening
this construct we've come to adore
will falter and collapse
'til just beyond the fool's day door
when services do lapse
the carcass then to be consumed
by none other than it's mother
and we abandoned to a sea
of lesser capability
will struggle after this eviction
to maintain a sad addiction
to a lopsided interdiction
lacking smell and taste and touch
beyond the haptic key vibration
and with the whimper of
that pathetic fingertip buzz
what once a mighty roar was
will naught but echo be

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Sunday, February 3, 2019

spectrum

as if the components connected describe
where on the spectrum of function i ride
all the usual physical pieces aligned
at a level below infrared i'm assigned

the heart of the matter that matters is heart
associatively speaking she's the important part
who brings me to violet through orange green blue
and indigo also to name but a few

see without her the world is a monochrome gray
and socially challenged defines every day
of the week and the days of the weekend as well
immersed in a self-conscious version of hell

but under the influence her aura provides
interaction ability actually thrives
because i can see through her eyes every sign
that together we're whole it's good to be alive

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Saturday, January 26, 2019

a tangled web indeed

elite arachnids feint and joust
while prey by venom fully soused
perceive a gentler view

and there the sensible the few
transfixed in horror would eschew
the machinations and the spin
for almost nearly anything
that smacks of honesty

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by one of RC deWinter's shorties with selfies.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

spin

spin
rhymes with
sin
and refuses to
listen
stoking the fire of
fear
of what's different
between
when really there's much more
alike

© 2018 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by one of RC deWinter's Shorties with Selfies.

Friday, December 28, 2018

still

still
despite the thinning gray
the aches and creaks
the tarnish on the armor
which stands not quite as straight
to you I'd take a knee
driven by a lithesome blow
that leaves me without breath hollow

let it be
the opportunity
to pass a word or three
provide a helping hand
or try
beget a smile
establish repartee
a surrogate intimacy
that I alone will see

still
a part of me
wishes to unravel you
to threadbare
where all of your enticings
remain barely out of view
and touching
in the mind's eye is
as close as a suggested
double meaning left alone

let it be
the electricity
between you and me
never stated
and at least
from where I stand
never invisible

still
there is some relevance
some vigor some desire
which expressed off hand
may be accepted

let it be
graciously
between you and me
a silent understanding
had the tides aligned
what isn't
could have been
still

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Friday, December 21, 2018

sundaes

i love the way the fudge explores
the ice cream as it melts
all in
no spin
when all is said and done
the meld complete
breathless
and bittersweet
enticing
just another taste
a spooning
or a finger dipped
where heat and flavors
run together

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Sunday, November 25, 2018

new england appreciation

it's pretty but it's cold
though upon waking former holds
won't be long before that's old
and latter fills the stage

along with memories of the dream
shorts barefeet and sunshine seem
to fill the waking hours

there was a time not long ago
SoCal weather had no fro
and to that made it extra sweet
when viewed from other end of street
'cause both were just alike

summer and the early fall
the sweet spot found amidst it all
the mud the snow and ice

let's not forget the freezing rain
nor'east driven sideways pain
slick roadways no brakes can tame

grateful for my oil bill
and frozen hands October until
May when I begin to drift
to slumber brief
when dream's alive
warm and sweeter than this winter jive

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