agoodguy2have Poetry (283)

"Men are governed by lines of intellect,
women by curves of emotion" *

or

might I have it incorrect
and really mean to say

that

men are governed by women's curves,
and women by men's lines.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-17

this morning as i slowly rouse
i blink my vision to dappled wall
awareness of a hunger to douse
i slowly rise my frame to call

attention to today's mundane task
while equally sunning the wonder
the Sol outside myself to bask
probable late day storms 'n' thunder

the monkey chatters for coffee cup
the cup fragrant and life so sweet
standing still an appetite kicks up
for lasting meal of fruit and wheat

a bunch of grapes be red or white
a slice or two of hearty bread
would make for a repast to delight
and ease stomach into day ahead

if this is the first bite of the day
or of my life, the last meal
i can't imagine a more satisfying way
to embark in today's events to reveal

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-19

"shhhhh.....shissssssh"
"be quiet"...whispered
"Can you hear that?"
.
.
"What is that sound?"

Is it far...a faraway
train whistle lonesome
from song of mainline?

Is it the soft ting
of the tea kettle
cooling on the stove,
bending it's metal?

"What is that sound?"

It is the slow creak
of old wooden chairs
as mortise and tenon
slowly adjust, torqued
to a shifting weight.

Could be a mantle
clock tiptoe ticking
away Sunday afternoon.
Why don't they make
digital clocks tick?

Is it that catlike scratch
of the Autumn branch
gently scraping the window?

"What is that sound?"

It is the hushed hum
of computer fan lulling
a digital brain.

The Venetian blinds
rhythmically tap half-open
double-hung windows.

The vibrating whir
of some electric motor
compressing or orbiting
the periodic table.

Mountains of Quaking Aspen
leaves relaxing the winds.

When is alone welcome
and when is it forlorn?

The weight of near silence,
light as the dust that
floats the sunlit room,
or heavy as a cardiac
anvil under ancient
spreading Chestnut tree.

Did the bell toll at
the village church,
ringing all comers
to awake momentarily, or
was that just tinnitus?

Unable to open eyes,
sounds belie surroundings
and alone might be
fallacy or welcome.

Deceptive senses afoot
in the stirrup, and hammer
tapping anvil might only
be a mindful dream.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-13

Please listen to all our options as
our...hmmm...ahhh...menu has changed
press 1 to request another menu
press 2 to ask for just desserts
press 3 to pay your bill by credit
press 4 to pay the bill by debit
press 5 for hours of service
press 6 for more silverware
press 7 for more napkins
press 8 to eat
press 9 to dine
press 10 if you can
press * to request a waiter/waitress
press # to start from the beginning
.
.
.
I'm sorry, I didn't understand that...
press 1 to...

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-10

steel-blued rails
or tarred lane miles
cables or fables
we're layin' the lines

vapored sky lines
Internet bylines
those bar scene
come on lines

we're all layin' lines
making trails
refinin' our designs
plantin' our mines

layin' down our lines
innocence seen benign
overhead or underground
pushing straight to realign

down the lines
some lines are down
sparks on the ground
hot wired intertwines

line ahead a minus sign
heard before that ol' line
just useless goin' on
tossin' towel in to resign

bifurcate to recombine
futures seen to redefine
no talkin' on a party line
lines are down on cloud nine

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-15

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-10

playing' for change
turn on a dime

inna New York minute
the blinked eye

Fates heaven sent
this turn of events

gain the momentum
angels sent 'em

tide is turning
elation or angst

dare we dream
not what it seems

level suddenly tips
secondhand slips

avalanche breaks
trivial mistakes

everything changes
the world rearranges

mass and its velocity
a beautiful atrocity

seen from your eyes
looking so surprised

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-05

Saturday here on the holodeck
Jiminy Cricket dances around
to keep baser instincts in check
theoretical ethical dilemmas abound.

The holodeck is like dream time
capable of desires and fantasies
events both horrifying and sublime
played out, life across the galaxies.

An actor on a stage of possibility
can play the part of hero or villain
dastardly or the epitome of civility
darker motifs behind curtain hidden.

Which, to be or not to be, selected
choose, and get into character to portray.
Is the actor the character, or unaffected
by the actions of the part that he plays?

Is it harmless release to play it "bad"
and too, is it no value to play the "good".
Was Hamlet's character really raving mad,
or the sheriff far worse than Robin Hood?

All the world's a stage, us merely players
might go beyond the cornered universe
to philosophers, hucksters, soothsayers
all who purport good to bad and obverse.

The doors to the holodeck close "shwoosh"
and our man by the door gives a nod
tonight's experience might be an ambush
or tomorrow's wizened connecting rod.

Life's lyrics still sing melodious tunes
for singers, actors, and audience to decide
Jiminy with umbrella and hat, so croons
"Always Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide."

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-08

The old man sat
nearly motionless
pen to paper laid
head slightly bent
as the young man
stepped from nowhere
with menace in his hands

"Give me all your words,
the ones with the patina"
"ones that when rubbed, shine
brightly in our dim light."
"the ones to touch a soul,
ones that give life meaning"
"I have a family to feed,
I have children and a wife,
who look to me for sustenance."

The old man sat listening
hunched as he was by time
and said nothing for a while.
"Put your threat down...
sit here beside me and I
will show you all that
you ask for."

The young did as he was bade
and sat to the right
as the elder began to speak
"All my words and the deeds
they proclaim are here
in my hand, as they were
before I even was aware
of deeds, let alone words."

"All you threaten to do
in life is within you,
now, the riches you desire,
to be a good provider."
"The vanity of wisdom
was told well by Solomon
and always within your reach."

Lightened and repurposed,
"Thank you" the young man said
as he rose to resolutely
continue, and the elder man
bent is head slightly down
and let go his pen.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-07

Ok so which is it?
I mean it can't be
both "new" and "improved"
at the same time
now, can it?
It's like the
egg and the chicken
one has to start
the process doesn't it?
So I'm thinking
the chicken knew
the egg was improved
but still...was unmoved.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-08

there's a monkey on my bed
jumping from corner to corner
squirreling away all my dreams
some unpassported foreigner

this prehensile tale could
wait until the daylight
instead, I light the lamp
and scratch the pad tonight

fumbling glasses, searching pen
trying to convey mindful bits
caught in presleep's branches
before monkey flits and I forget

it always seems to be like this
eyes closed, trying not to think
primed primate moves my mind
incessantly adding a missing link

well aware from past experience
of what the monkey will take away
and hide among lush floral jungle
I write quickly what I hope to say

tomorrow, or soon, though maybe never
I'll pick up this scrape of note
to decipher what I meant last night
and continue what the monkey wrote

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-02

peas do it
whole forests of
deciduous trees do it
we's could do it too

let's copulate

complete phylums of
pedigrees do it
i hope you'll agrees, 'n' do it
all desires to appease, do it

let's copulate

the paupers and the potentates
everyone wants to procreate
all manner of fauna and flora
do desire and simply adora

to copulate, they think it's great
every species wants its mate

giraffes are always necking
pretty parrots prefer pecking
gouramis like their kissing
waiting ladies, other blissing

so let's copulate

orchids all colored and scenting
attracting insects by augmenting
instincts desire to copulate
life’s fascination to procreate

arthropods genetically driven
give nods to drives unforgivin'
the whole world's standard of livin'
is driven by a desire insatiate

to copulate and procreate

so i hope that you'll agrees
don't give my affections a tease
i prefer not to beg, but please
i'll get down on my knees to

assume my position
on this admonition
let's copulate

oh baby, slake my burning desire
to amorously set your pipes on fire
all i really wanna do
is water your Archimedean screw

so let's do it baby, let's copulate

to tell you now, my own discourse
it's just our mattered intercourse
a filibuster would be remiss
I vote for you and me to congress

I'm unimpeachable
if you're reachable
let's do it, let's copulate

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-02