Little Cactus
In a crumbling fence
Among these lost ruins
The little plant lives
The sand is so timeless
Where it waits for a drink
Sun comes up, night draws on
and it never shrinks
Only millimeters high
So strong and so stout
It survives it’s long life
On little of nothing… wholly without
Another poem from my poetry collection. I didn’t win the billion dollar jackpot last night, sadly. I’m not bothered by it though because I’m super-duper lucky just to be me. Thank you all for the visits and for reading my stories and poetry. Today, we received the 41st country to the site: a visit from Dublin, Ireland. I consider all of you my friends, so here is a poem about friendship.
Friends
Held by a string
the only real thing
that keeps us from going
completely insane
Is having those friends
who won’t let you down
and help us to find
all that we’ve found.
Friends give their hand
they help us to stand
and find the best way
to higher dry land.
Not a common theme,
It’s not what you think,
Friend’s aren’t the way
you’ve seen on TV.
Some are far, far away
in towns, countries, and states.
They love us for us
and see through our mistakes.
The Circus Came to Town
by Thadd Presley
Damp, dark,
a clank, a spark
a white light,
so bright
my eyes
shut tight.
It was years before,
I was only a boy
a circus came to town
with elephants and joy
A tent
so large
all the people in town
could come right in
and see the clowns.
In my delight, I got lost
For my family I looked
and down a dark hallway,
A girl was took.
A thick curtain hung down,
it covered the way.
I didn’t see anything
But I heard the man say.
“Come one, come all,
Gather around ya’ll.
See the beautiful Chinese
and the Japanese dolls”
The girl I saw
so skinny, so thin,
with long, blond hair
she was locked up tight
a chain under her chin.
She was scarred and so young.
She spoke up quickly,
she whispered:
“Get out of here! RUN!!!”
Her eyes were so wide,
from the shock of my sight
she shook in her cage,
and her necklace of chains
“RUN!!” She cried,
“they’ll be back again!”
Afraid for my life,
Finally I did.
I stand here now
Before the world
To tell of that place,
those chains,
and that girl.
“Angels On Our Shoulders”
by Thadd Presley
In the beginning he had two:
One told him good things
and the other spoke untrue.
He grew up with them by his side.
One told him how to be a friend,
the other how to steal and lie.
Then one day, one of his angels fell
He didn’t understand what happened,
but the other laughed, “’cause you’re in hell.”
“The Angel can’t come here, although she had tried
Throughout your life, you were told the truth,
but it’s all to late, now that you’ve died.”
I often write poetry as a way to relax. This is a few poems I found that I’d written in 2008, back before I wrote Poetry Principia. They still make me smile and I hope they will you as well. I know that Haiku are usually about nature. These are not, though they do reflect my nature.
The last poem is a ghazal. I put an explanation of a Ghazal below from poets.org for those who are interested in poetry.
“The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.
Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians.”
excerpt: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-ghazal
Fun Haiku
The Implant
the lines move faster
if you get the chip implant
you can get cash back
Therapeutic Reading
I’m going to read
sit back and relax to words
yeah that’s the ticket
Smart Cops
It was broadcast live
America’s Most Wanted
suspect got away
Cascading Cellulite
She sat before me
with her second set of thighs
cascading downwards
Birthday 2009
A new Lovecraft book
H.P. for my birthday rocks
and a movie too
She called me Stupid
I was called stupid
I ask dumb questions sometimes
if I need to know
Writing Caused This
A blog can hurt me
a comment can make me fly
writing incites both
Divorce
You’re my one and only
well, besides those few women
But, they mean nothing.
The Ghazal
“The Night I Write”
Sitting near the window, under the moon, In the light I write
Harvesting thoughts that form from dreams, during the night I write
It has been my pleasure to write about my life, an undertaking of soul
As it happens, my lines bright design illuminates the night I write
Dark characters do die too soon to be born alive once again to sin
and hide in the shadow and in the dens to survive the night I write
The village where I create my men and the wives they so love
comes ever so close to disaster within the darkness of the night I write
The men cry, “Thad, thou hast done ill and evil to us mere men.
”I have learned they deplore all the sins and despise the night I write.