I've always thought that I
would be a hero, in a time of need
I really think I would, if I could
I hope that I would act with speed

To fail when someone needs me most
to say "I'm here to rescue you"
Would it be an empty boast?
I really don't know, what I would do

I am not a youth anymore
my body's not in best of shape
So, I don't know on that score
could I help them to escape?

I can see that this will be easy
I can tell you that right now
I can hear you sigh so breezily... but
I CAN WRITE RHYMES ABOUT COWS!
I can tell you don't believe me
I can tell that you don't think it's true
I can feel a cow-write, just coming on
I can start right here, in front of you
I can do it in just a minute, you see... and
I can put your name in it too!

Since I don't have a free-verse poem to post
I shall have to write a new one
An old theme with me, as I rarely write unfettered
and my dusty, musty tomes only speak volumes of rhyme

Tilting against the monster of urbane convention
seems to be all the rage, in these days of wokeness
Be not afraid; slay the unrighteous beast of temerity
proceed with the conviction, that all is wrong with the world

“Good days, remember the good days,” everyone said.
I sat in front of my parent's tombs and nodded.
The good days? I should remember the worst ones.
So I can cry once
Because after this, it will be unacceptable to cry again.
For them, at least.
After today, they will die once again, and this time it truly will be forever.
A hand on my shoulder “Good days dear, remember them.”
I cannot seem to remember any.

Born To Be Wild
I float upon stormy seas
Forever in my youth
Can't bring me to my knees

I'll ride the blustered winds
All my care-free days
Don't think of me a fool
I won't ever change my ways

I'll tame the ways of age
Figure out the road
Keep on jumping all around
Like Spring's hoppy-toad

So, don't tell me to "Go slower"
I just won't comply
If I say I will, my friend
Just take it for a lie

It’s coming. I can see it.
Huge, ominous, void of hope.
Like a cloud of fog.
And I can’t escape it.

Light doesn’t go far.
Terror of knowing where this goes.
I’ve been here before.
Here it comes.

Encased yet lost in it.
The coldness seeps in.
Every moisture drop is a thought.
So many it's overwhelming.

Can’t think, it’s in my brain.
It’s in my lungs, can’t breathe.
Panic starts to rise.
There’s no one around, alone.

Ichor set ablaze
My rational thought is a sky clouded by subjectivity
Those that provoke shall meet only fury
For aggression is the only answer to the anger brigade

Waterfalls lower down from orbs
Rejected and dejected
I have been absorbed
By a state that is decayed yet poetic

My outer tissue is met with prickles
All are out to attack me
No one is a safe guarantee
My psyche has turned brittle

I didn't make it,
if you have found this letter its too, your too late
I am tiered, I'm tried off not being able to get out of my bed.
I'm tired of having this consent heart ach
I'm just tired off life
but when someone asks me if I'm okay and i say I'm fine with a smile on my face,
but little does anyone know the bloodshot eyes stared back at me every night
as i place the blade on the bathroom side,
little dose anyone the showers they start to sting
and the numbers on the scale they go down.

I'd like to live down-under
In Aussieland by the sea
With wallabies and waves of thunder
And Eucalyptus trees

The Outback filled with the songs
Of Kookaburra birds
And frog-filled billabongs
Grasslands and kangaroo herds

I'd listen through the night
To Aboriginal didgeridoos
Watch the sun come up bright
Look for spiders in my shoes

Ahhhh, the call of the wild
The Outback calling me
Me, a nature-child
A regular Croc Dundee

Nightmares coming in single file
Black cats of Poe and hurts of the past
One-eyed and scared most of the while
Filled with fear; No, love doesn't last

Care thrown aside like his lost love
Monster of hate shows it's sad form
Push comes now, then the big shove
Frenzy of rage becoming the norm

The axe of power, smashing out life
Hiding the crime behind a wall
Found during a search, for the lost wife
The voice of a cat, brings his downfall