What is this, more blood and gore? Another senseless war? More dying dirt poor I’ve seen it all, and I wish I could see less Of humanities senseless mess Since the beginning of time Being different has been a crime And I’ve seen it all Many empires rise and fall I’ve watched since the time dawned Before even first life had spawned I’ve been here and weeped But cannot make a peep As you see I must stand and witness I’ve seen many acts villainous and witless As I am the eyes that watch time I’ve stood as silent as a mime I’ve stood here alone And to you I’m unknown Some may call me god But I’m just part of the universal sod As it’s time that truly controls us As it does what it must I’ve witnessed from prehistoric Africa To modern Jamaica I’ve seen it all Empires rise, and empires fall

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting People must rather dance and sing Just like the bees We like to float among the breeze Although some are scary Many others are quite merry Just like the stingers wrath There are bad people along your path But just like the honey sweet There’s better people you will meet More people will help you on your feet Than will revel in your defeat Just like the bee As you see People are sweet as honey And it doesn’t cost money The goodness in their soul Fixes the evil toll For like the bee Good people are meant to be

Grass is often greener on the other side With the true feelings one may hide And often you may ponder What is over yonder Is it roads of gold? Or a fortune foretold? Is it all you’ve hoped and dream Or an elegant stream Is it a field with a beautiful meadow House owned by a rich fellow? What is over the hill? Is it the pill? The one that will fix Make your head not in a mix What you think is over the hill The type of life that’d you’d kill Isn’t all that glitters, nor gold No treasure to behold For on the other side they ask the same In life it’s the most pitiful game For in the other side Of this insidious ride The other side is the same as yours That I can be sure

I couldn’t tell if she was friend or foe She was beautiful head to toe When I was around her I felt manic And led me to a state of panic I couldn’t tell if with me she was coy I think she’s into a boy Beautiful scent, beautiful mind I doubt that she’s ever be mind She was popular and I was not Very much not the popular lot One day something felt odd She was walking with this guy, Todd To me, mean and rude And often quite crude He’d been mean to me for years Very much ignored by my peers As he walked by, he knocked my books out of hand Such a maliced move on brand He moved on and laughed Whereas she stopped in her path She helped me pick up my things And slid back on my finger my pride ring She patted it and winked I just stared and blinked She for a second held my hand As she helped me up to stand I said, “I must know on this day” “Are you like me, gay?” Looking back, seeing how she always looked at me It was always clear to see So, she turned and shrugged with a smile For the truth had been there all the while

Chandelier swinging Merrymen singing Stairs in ivory and ebony Everything you would dream opulence to be Waiters with hors d’oeuvres Seeing only the richest people you’ve heard Outside pillars of white The area around, an aristocrats delight Out front a large lake Not even a leaf to take Manicured grass Nobody dressed crass In front horses and buggy Cool breeze negates the muggy What a wonderful sight to see On the outskirt of this Victorian city

Here I am at a party Dragged here by my pal Marty There’s people offering me coke I’m standing here the unfunny joke There’s a couple over there chugging beer Why did I agree to come here? Did I come here hoping to be seen? Even though I don’t have the party gene? This really isn’t my scene Are those people turning green? There’s twenty or more With my anxiety I feel sore All the people who want to chat I’m just an anti-social cat Standing here in my beanie hat There goes a guy, his name is Pat All these people around, although I feel alone Stuck on a lone rock like Al Capone Through all the noise and smoke There’s a fire being stoked At least it’s warm In this college dorm But I’m wishing that I stayed in bed Instead of with this social dread

As colorful as a rose I’m just a form of prose I’m just words on a page To try to explain the authors rage Or possibly their sorrow Or their bright hopes for tomorrow There’s no true meaning to me, the poem As I’m not the one who wrote ‘em What am I? I ponder? But each word makes me grow fonder I don’t know what I am Written by sir or ma’am I know I’m alive I’m just a deep thought dive I’m more than just words on a page Or a way to explain rage Pain or sorrow Or a hope for a better tomorrow I’m as colorful as a rose I’m an excellent form of prose What am I? A poem of course!

A cool morning The leaves rustle without warning The birds and the chickadees The sounds in the morning breeze Up a tree scampers a squirrel With its big tail curl Looking for the nuts It stored before the winter’s rut A cardinal flies through the air With nary a care On the ground, a small brown bear By it scampers a fox and hare Near the opening stands a buck and doe Escaping their human foe All the peace the woodlands brought May all be for naught For expansion Humans sought