Intrinsic Value System

Intrinsic in our value system

Myopic vision still shows fault sand blemishes

Must weigh the guilt

“Must I subdue and change, live like that?

Or bide my time, put up with it?”

So deep the sinew of his master

From custom of the morning ritual

The daily chore – in human encounters

Duties and pleasures of the night

Up to protocol learned

So if the new environment tells

You to shoot and kill your enemies

Deal with all societies strict

Punish some innocents

Agree with false slander and arrest

Men and women are malleable, changeable, flexible

Accommodating

Enough

Same sky, same stars

The seed the kernel planted deep

You can shake your brain

Your torso more so

But that genetic inner sanctum

That weight of guilt and innocence is ingrained

Like that sleazy slimy snake skin

You have to live with it

Bug in my Hair

 Bug in my hair 

A creepy black dozen legged insect

A bug, a spider, an ant now threatens my security

Must have sneaked  in with the wind ,open screen door

Or off a tree  or bush landed gently in my hair

Yes, there is something moving  up there

and I don’t like it.

No, it’s not carnivorous, but could be deadly

Or inject its syrup like a bee bite

Yet all was so calm and dormant minutes ago

And now the wiggly, ticklish thing discovered  my hair

Amonst the  unending forest of brown silver roots

Nature’s creation and protection, Leading to nowhere.

I shake my head profusely, but nothing falls out,

Maybe Dislocate my gray hair a bit

Al this l for one of nature’s cold blooded creatures.

I feel as helpless as an elephant bitten by a flea

Just the knowledge of this invader makes me squirm.

Maybe I’ll put my head under water, rub my head with a towel

And squash the invader to smithereens’.

I look anxiously in the mirror, see another.   

“Come on out you bastard “.I ‘m not coming  to your dinner tonight!”

But no such luck.

No one at home I decide to shuck my clothes,

Yes all of it, stark naked I step in the hot shower

Lots of shampoo should do it.

The damn thing upstairs on my scalp  is not moving

Probably drowned in soap.

As long as it doesn’t wash down my back.

I usually enjoy showers, but this unfortunate circumstance

Has so occupied my mind that only good riddance

Would satisfy to uninvited guest.

“Aha, “ I surmised. As I dried myself in the usual routines

After the shower, but more careful in drying my hair,

I looked downward – maybe some tiny black thing succumbed.

But it was not to be.

I then combed myself numerous times,

Again to no avail. Nothing, but a few dead hairs.

I know I felt it sometime, moving, and deliberate.

This is no imagination – but real.

Unlike most stories, this one has no end

Ere a night when I go to bed wondering if there

Is something up there.

This is not an apparition or dream,

 but truly was a real , cold blooded crawler.

I still I feel something crawling upstairs , sometime.

e. No after affects. Truly I am bigger than this thing.It has a right to live.

But not better – wherever you are.

5 Poems for the West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition

http://americymru.net/ 

1.  'I Am the Poet'

I am the poet

I can shatter the moon

Obliterate the sun

Flatten out earth’s curvature

Ask annoying personal questions

I am the poet

Make the maidens swoon

                                                                Electrify the soldier to the edge of desertion

Bring the old man’s features, hair and chin, back to its magnificence

Create rhymes; make the child giggle

I am the poet

Curse arrogance, warn of usurped power

                                                                                Castigate injustice, vilify, demean Ask for reprieve, release the incarcerated, the innocent

I dig back into the secrets of my childhood

I am the poet

Fill my chest like Croesus with treasure

                                                                Want to slay my enemies with venom

                                Give comfort to the grieving

Implore the heavens to spread truth and purity

I am the poet

Court the golden-haired, dark-haired

                                                                                                Spin disarming rhymes

                                Triumph when love turns wild and passionate

And melt when cooing lovers entwine

I am the poet

Protector of the meek and poor

                                                                                                Alarm, uncover injustice

                                Spit fire when bribes and dark influence corrupts

Insidious egotist, critic of society’s ills

I am the poet

My words like leaves wilt

                My prose  drowned out by engines

                                My philosophic warnings go unheard,

My words unread, could be influential

I am the poet

Live, lust, love

                                                                                                Reach into the ugly crevices

                                Bluntly expose injustice

Cross chasm and invade the interior

I am the poet

Starved and mocked                                                     

                                                                                The world of materialism                                                              And modernity will break

Mock things, yet praise wisdom

I am the poet

Aspire to pure perfection

                                                                                Adore the earth, extol greatness

                                But rebuke foul inhabitants

Buttress of truth my shining light

I am the poet

Demand punishment of the wicked,

                                                                                Proclaim justice in an unjust world

                                Prophesize that good will beget good

Expose myself for destruction  

2.  'A Touch of Love' 

In rapture with her silhouette

My single focus

Is to please my love

Immerse myself, my being

Cater and comfort

On hands and knees

Wrap mind and body

Around this darling creature

           

So special, precious, golden  

We recline, an intense desire

To capture all of you

Heart burning so afire

               

Eyes meet in adoration

While luscious lips and tongue explore

With teasing hands and more

Voracious with desire we feel

           

Stretch, cuddle, so intense-- wonder, is it real?

Consumed, involved, sometimes a bit awkward

Keep the momentum, as heart and brain pound

This whole sex game festers, compulsive

Timeless, totally absorbing

Two bodies cling, and heave and bend

So both entwined, deep, pounding  rhythm

In unison, as if to shape new generations

The single focus of the moment stretched

             

And if repeated with the same partner

Each encounter, a rich treat

Awakens and moves and consumes all senses

Experimental, flesh on flesh

             

Some say it is a touch of love

Enviable closeness

Stupendous feeling of belonging

Out there is a grotesque world

Here, for a moment, euphoria

3.  'Justice Died'

My town! Ten miles away                                              

Wings of justice are

Tested in foul wind

The jury rancor guilty

Debate, simmer

Weighty trial biased, one-sided

The judge is slightly prejudiced

D.A. like a vulture

Defense ill prepared                                                 

                And much derided

Verdict: Guilty

Victim of the fury of the times

Society focused many crimes on him

Scapegoat, make him  an example

Human unknown factor erred

The lengthy punishment seems unjust

                               No recompense

                                                                The cost is not only dollars

But  a life behind bars

                                                What a waste!

                  Caged like a bird

All facts of his defense

                  Were never heard

Felon foiled by his own folly

Guilty! Guilty! They decide

That day justice and court’s fairness died

                With luck and time a new appeal

                                                The question stands:

“Did he truly commit the crime?”

 

4.  'Donate Organs'

Shall I donate my organs

So another human can see through my eyes?

Kidneys pump,

Liver, gets rid of toxins and God knows what

My heart in someone else’s body

My feelings once connected to my brain

Was that destined?

I feel a need to preserve

What kind of person is the receiver?

I will never know

How generous will I be

In another body?

Let’s hope the gun

Never fires again

Besides, I’ll have an unfinished obituary

5.  'Camouflage'

Much of my life is camouflage

in secret – isolated cocoon

Deep contemplation

Self-deluding?

Protected by a fluid of silence

Some old treasure to painful to share

Too scared, ashamed to reveal

Like a liar boxed in his own lie

Too uncertain, lest I be exposed

Please respect me for what I am

Soon I will be born

Share your feeling,

Share your passion and pain

Laugh, cry, wonder

Until my first cry

Wait for my time

It will soon come