The Gnomic Father

Father of mine, with your absent care

Words unexpressed are heard nonetheless

He spake hardly at all, but showed the world

Forming a bedrock of character for all to see but not hear

 

Expressed simply by sweat of brow, self-improvement is never time wasted

Callused hands working slow, care of a home matters

Unflattering activities put to test, relationships take work

Stony glare to soft pats, parenting requires all

Shadowed eyes at no suns rise, don’t waste your day

Shake hands and keep it straight, respect given freely unless cause not to

Help those when it is no large detriment, community after self

Long drives with teary eyes, family matters most of all

 

A father’s job isn’t and shouldn’t be easy, it’s a commitment to localized posterity

Spoken word is cheap and fast, only the body shows truth

A man’s soul is non-transferrable, but lessons forge a stronger spirit

Scars and slides will abide, the father’s test of man

 

Tabula Rasa

They all wish upon a star, to change just what they are

Go back, do it again! -‘d change my life and just begin

They dream so very far, not knowing about the scars

Burns and cuts earned over time, make up what is yours and mine

To start over is no bliss, but a touch from the devil’s lips

You lose what you’ve found and won’t find again

Tabula rasa is a sad sin

Differing Angles

This body given o’er unto me, be not what I want

It drives and pushes, throws down deep, and calls on its own

Overwhelming urge unto decay, flashing pulses grown

Loves tender barrier valiantly flees, tender bodies taunt

 

This heart bears no great strength, pumping amorally

It presses and shifts, rises to great heights, and lands at their feet

Unsatisfying need spends thrifty in the days, looking for rhyming beat

4 valves find no common wavelength, love leaves me naturally

 

Oh this body bears me no strength of mind, nor will at that be

It hides and runs, seeks its redeeming trait, but falls flat on the side

Wasted time for unneeded breaks, make the unwanted man cry

With no will no mind, no fare to be found, I can only try to see

 

 

 

The Divide

She called upon my touching divides, please let them be

We laughed and sighed throughout the night, glory let us be

We stole away and forgot goodbyes, don’t let them see

But life is short and then she cried, hanging onto me

I held on tight and said all’s right, so I lied to she

She left me so and quite alone, broken, and bloody

Now I’m up all night, feeling not quite right, trying divided memories

 

 

An inner eye be not memory say I, say I

But a longitudinal wave stretching forth its monstrous hand

Memories are repetitive say I, say I

You end your life the same as you began

 

Fate has claim to us all say I, say I

Noone has choice on family born into, nor circumstances at that

Life is predetermined say I, say I

Changes made tend to revert, the soul grows fat

 

The greater romantic lives within us say All, say All

You can be anything, except what you can’t

Evil is simplified projections say All, say All

Those in the light tend to twist and slant

 

You are who you choose to be say None, say None

Arrogance slides to confidence as you become a man

Slip the cloak and ride the wave say Few……say Few

You’re remembered best for what you don’t plan

Update

Hello you readers out there,

 

Back in school and I’m already reading close to 1k pages a week. I state such as it doesn’t allow me a large block of time for working on my own poetic reading and writing. So far I’ve read two Shakespearean plays, two novel’s from the 17th century and two novels from the 18th century as well as assorted poetry from Alexander Pope, Lady Mary Montagu, and an assortment of others. I’m going to attempt to be more active this semester and keep everyone updated on the reading I complete as I find it shapes my writing int he time period that I’m currently reading. Thanks for checking in and hope you’re having a wonderful spring.

 

J.D. Mullenary I

Writing is, as Was

Swish and flick, the quill or stick

The writer knows the way

His words flow up, down and around

His worlds will make you stay

 

Not everyone has a story, but we’re all full of glory

Putting our words to the page

Instagram pic, guy and his chick

Sharing our world away

 

The writer tries to please, begging on his knees

Oh won’t you look this way

But the cover is shown, and the cover is blown

When kids can’t read in this day

Crossing to the Other Side

Polished mirrors darken with age

Simple stands and gains the wage

Electric hair and flowing rage

The weary just turn the page

 

Starving souls feed the world

Withered up and starting to curl

Banners rise and unfurl

The character stands and shines pearled

 

Money pays in many ways

They can live their own, honest praise

But the wisest among us have to pay

For those who freely raze,

Our ill-guided days