agoodguy2have Poetry (283)

He squints his eye and looks past his thumb
toward the sun and his space all around.
"The westerly’s are high and solar winds rising
by my reckoning we'll be to our port
of call by the time we exhaust the goods".

The pirate of a man has pegged it purty good
knowin' his mates and life's oceans better'n most.
He signed on fer the long haul an knows he kin
deliver the wares to the destination intact.
Barring mutiny or murder, or both,...happens.

We make sail 'round squalls on our horizon
and splash our way, glass in hand, islands
distant on either side, through warm and
dangerous waters below the safety of hull.

In our hold are the hearts of many, though
this is no ship of slaves, stacked to end.
We sail on today dreaming of tomorrow
like bed of rock we stand together, bedecked
with jeweled wisdom, and utterances of hope.

Our galley is food for thought, more than keg,
we feast atop the oceans of possibility
and toast to the good fortune of each other.
Hardtack, for the rainy days when hot repast
seems a memory; but, otherwise a feasting table.

Port o' call, rises to greet us as we
plank to our land-legs and foreign views.
This world is a wide and fascinating place
beholdings unknown 'til witnessed firsthand.
Soon we cast off again toward our ocean's ends.

We make sail 'round tempests to our skyline
and wave our way, hand to hand, distant
islands on either side, through cool and
dangerous waters below, endless skies above.

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-28

it's really not like
fallin' at all
more like cautious approach
downwind of the runaway
lookin' to align to you
my glidepath adjusting
talkin' to my controller
do i have clearance?
can i get on your runway?
glide ratio is pretty good now,
two to one
i don't want to overshoot
i don't want the trucks
coming out for me
i don't wanna crash short of you
ok, check my flaps, my speed ok?
turning now, on final approach
radio chatter unclear static
repeat, repeat ...over
do you love me?...over
i love you...I'm comin' in.

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-24

perpetually pushing perambulators
can be the effect of licentious satyrs

kids, children, progeny, the like
a boy, a girl, a toddler, a tyke

can fill up nights and days as well
with incessant demands as kids rebel

forever pampering the coddled child
will make man or woman increasingly riled

launched offspring like springs to return
to cause their parents some measured concern

so beware your actions that carry the day
lest life for you change in a significant way

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-28

world economies keep on churning
and sliding toward dark disarray
we give a salute to Grecian earning
and the government's save of the day

looking far and wide for debt relief
with debt as a percent of GDP
assuage our soul and release our grief
can't borrow forever, lunch ain't free

Greeks work hard, toil in Mediterranean sun
for government tarnished by corruption
it's harder and harder just to have fun
so we await citizen's wrathful eruption

the papers and net predict imminent doom
the world may just cease to turn
can't seem to produce more to consume
and keep borrowing more than we earn

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-28

lemmings go to their end
nose to butt
run by millions
to end life's rut

see not themselves
but just run ahead
and over the cliff
to rocks of dread

beware the path
that we all follow
does not lead to
a truth rung hollow

to think the one before
knows the greatest way
may be a bad mistake
leading to lasting dismay

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-28

by the cool bluish light
of the LCD screen on her lap
Artemis tiptoes the net
as flesh bends to the bone

she's silently hunting now
a bow at her breast and
her extra long sleep shirt
covering her crossed thighs

where in the vast forest
can she find her prize,
the prowess of fortitude,
display expertise of hunting

clicking past the decoys she
surveys the herd before her
this one, too old and lean
that one maybe, yes that one

lone proud stag is racked
quietly before the arrow
pressing the enter key,
she knows she must

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-04

with four point six billion
or so, please don't misconstrue
but it'a been a big mistake
if there hadn't a been a you

to know that you've been wanted
may help you to feel relieved
they all desire you to be a part
those in your life you've believed

we'd 've missed you on your birthday
the way you unabashedly smile
to pass another year, another day
without you to show it's worthwhile

when one or another needs a pull
or a pickup, a tug to the line
we know that we can count on you
to help lift us out of decline

we don't always know why we're here
if anyone would an absence observe
just remember there's more than one
who matter and your presence deserve

you're unique a person like no other
just what the doctor ordered for some
to give of yourself to those who need
another example of what can become

rejoice and quietly smile inside
knowing that a difference you've made
to many you may not even know exactly
what an important part you've played

what four point six billion and one
individual souls the world through
know heartfelt it'a been a mistake
if there hadn't a been a you

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-24

on the bright side of tonight
everything seems ok, an indescribable way
the glass of the moon half full
as I ride, windows down, to the breeze

the night-time interlude of thoughts
or dreams wandering minds and roads
lights ahead just enough to allow for
expectation and anticipation of bends

in my life, maybe tonight or tomorrow
but for now it's a serene painted line
that I ride beside, dashes ticking
like a long distance clock, dash...
dash...dash...tick away this

haloed night, soft and tender, hardly
anyone else is out here right now
just me and the dashed clock
listening to the music of the asphalt
and humming memories of you

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-22

money without need is simply metal
earth without life is a wasteland
edict without benevolence is spite
song without ears is merely pressure

work without useful task is slavery
means without ends is just fruitless
food without mouth is rotting garbage
painting without eyes is plain pigment

sculpture without hands is filled space
healing without sickness is quackery
need without fulfillment is hopeless
love without a lover is...longing

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-25

Always probing the nature of nature
Well what do think of that

Strong with that midwestern stoicism
Ready to take the cold knocks of life

Start a conversation, open it up
Look at the angles of love, side to side

Talking of the hard drinks of life
The harder drink of love and loss

Stave off the hard knocks, take note and
Accept faith from someone worthy

Young men tired of war are hard to
Find a way to make peace and live there

There's a cold whole world out there
And thoughts as deep as a February snow

Rhymes don't matter at the bottom of a Barrell
It's always the deeper reason of emotion

Waiting and watching for open love
In time she'll come in from the cold

And wash his memory of the one who nicked
His heart and pride, to write forlorn poetry

Still stalwartly need to press on with vigor
Task at hand ... living, waiting, living

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-20

OMG mi spel chak's brokan
wat M I noww tew doo
yat stil I rite thiss GD puem
tew git ma messige outt tew yew

I'l bi a dicktionary tew halp misalf
tew halp thes puem en tha teling
I'l spel bi loking upp thise wurds
fanding uot thi korrect speling

I kno I'l gat mi poant akross
sew U'll kno jas whut I'm saaeing
wyth miy own haand terning thi peges
I'l rite duwn wurds konveying

Xactly wat I meen sew yew'll
kno miy tru thughts annd hart
I'l empres weth thughts brright
An yew'll kno thun I yam smaart!

© agudguy2hev 2010-05-31

living just doesn't sell
nobody's interested today
maybe it's just as well
tragedy's a better cliché

the blood's already spilled
the innocent's beaten in life
their promise too soon killed
speculations of motives rife

we'll watch again and again
we'll all be spellbound to see
what befalls another one slain
surrounded by flotsam and debris

tornado rips through the land
uprooting trees and lives and all
matters quickly get out of hand
shown on net and news to enthrall

the car careens into the ditch
the wreckage bursts into flame
yet another concern for which
we'll quietly say "what a shame"

until the next disaster comes
to focus our short-lived attention
we'll gnash teeth at what becomes
something we can't wait to mention

to colleagues, neighbors, friends
in real life it's hard to matter
feel empathy is stranger in ends
we're desensitized by the chatter

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-06