Some men plan their lives like they plan for a trip, The destination is chosen, the direction is clear, The traveling goods are loaded, the course is set, They select the weather to sail, stay in port when rough.   I steer by integrity and set my course by honesty, I tack against the winds of immorality and clear the rocks of shattered ethics, I hold the lanyards of men with respect and seek clarity over the horizon, Life...

My wife is perfect as you can see; An upturned nose, very pretty. She cooks, she cleans, she rings my bell, But it’s her drawers that I love so well.   My wife’s drawers are a sight to behold, A tale to you that must be told, Of things so secret and forbidden, The contents of which are usually hidden.   My wife’s drawers are like a menagerie Of playing cards and gold jewelry; Gum and matches are way down deep, Buried unde...

Poems written and hopefully sent, Never get a reply. Invitations for romantic events Are almost always denied.   When invitations are not denied They are oft put off… Deferred. “I’m not ready,” is what I hear. “Too soon,” are oft your words.   With patience, I wait and wonder why My advances are not accepted, Is there something about my approach? Or am I being tested?   Are you repulsed and find me offensive When lying in...

A semi-circular moon in a crepuscular sky. Indigo hues of a day that passed by. I grieve at the tomb of my goddess on high, And I shake my fist at this crepuscular sky.   A portentous night, cumulonimbus clouds, Her body cocooned in funereal shroud, Her life was plundered, plucked from a crowd, I shake my fist and cry, “Death, be not so proud.”   A malodorous scent of decomposing musk As the indigo hues turn darker toward...

One never knows when they occur but sometimes they do, Teardrops fall, she won’t talk at all, and I wish I knew. What causes her such misery? One never knows what emotional scars have been her due, Night falls and her crying calls for justice and life anew. How do I solve this mystery?