Fear

Love is a jerk,
a cruel-hearted beast

with a gap-toothed grin
and a cigarette.

Tossing his arm around your shoulder-
the friendliest bloke on the block,
don’t you know-

he opens his jacket to get you to try things
that you’d never dare
if ol’ love were not there.

You follow him home for his company;
He locks you in his house

as he leaves.

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Hi everyone,

I’ve shared a poem on this blog every Friday for a while now, but I’m going to scale back. I want to maintain a sense of control over this blog, and I want to post excellent work that will be well-worth your time.

Between my main profession and some career development I’m working on there, as well as other aspects of growing my writing career, and you know… life… I don’t currently have time to give a weekly poem of the quality I want these posts to be at.

I’m going to cut back to every other Friday for now. Thanks as always for reading! See you next week! 😉

Carrie

I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,

but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.

Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary

aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.

Hear

You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.

You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.

‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.

And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords

over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.

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