peddling what you think you know can be quite lucrative,
though sometimes a bit ironic

Adelle Davis quacked on and on about how to avoid cancer
she died of cancer

Jim Fixx squawked a lot about the health benefits of jogging
He died while jogging

pollsters spat proclamations, "hear ye, hear ye, Hillary can't loose"
then she lost

Only sport that can boast global acclaim
Played by a lot and watched by nearly all
It is widely hailed “The Beautiful Game”
Soccer to some, to many it’s Football

Unlike real world, all follow set of rules
All players face penalties for their fouls
Grouped teams playing in a set of schedules
Faces bearing smiles or clouded by scowls

Argentines playing as united team
Orderly except maverick Messi
Advancing in phases as per drill scheme
Explosive goal making sublime easy

Trust now you've retired as a school teacher
who looked to me like a grammar preacher
kids just told me dad it's Intl grammar day
so sending to you these greetings today

i'm always flustered by all those crooked laws
why use those commas forcing one to pause
folks would exclaim when surprised or in pain
why show them where they ought to exclaim

You snuffed that God given gift of flame
One cut and all was over
Blood ran, life force drained, you ended it all
Death took you voluntarily, in his dark embrace

Covering you with his cloak,
Whisking you away, to the dark
Have you finally found peace?
Does your soul now roam free?

Brother mine, you broke me
In your constant bid to be free
Brother mine, you left me
With turmoil in your wake

I haven’t slept in four days
how about you?
And at 3:30
nothing much looks to change.

Come home, my love.
All can be forgiven.
Come home,
come to me.

Whatever I need to leave behind
whatever it is
I can forget.
Come home
and do not delay.

I wanted a fountain
but instead received
just a smattering of tears.
And I prayed to God
that He would make my pain unbearable.

Come back to your husband
and come back to your son.
There is no air without you here.

A Beast of Burden

He halted..

Sniffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.

Still,
Without delay,
We gallantly dragged our efforts, shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit

I was unwilling in this sport.
In my heart of hearts I hoped we might manage to tame him instead.
This Mighty Majestic Beast of Burden was too rare to see Death.

But, once our chase had been executed, the noose in our hands drew tight,
Ensnaring the monster in our trap as we had him.

Sometimes memory
Feels like a lottery
Some are lucky
To remember
Their first bike ride
On a wooded road
Others remember
Their first fist fight
With their brother
And the shock
Of blood

Like the planets
Revolving around
The sun
I revolve around
Such pivotal moments
Again and again
And my universe
Is fucked
Or formed
By things that
Feel like
They never
Or happily
Should of happened

No one knows from where he came
Or the sadness that brought his pathetic fame,
That old man who sat in our park
And cried each day from dawn to dark.

He would walk from the hotel Paradise
With a handkerchief and a bucket of ice
To soothe the swelling on his cheeks,
Sitting on the bench by the willow trees.

At first we nodded with pity and fear,
It seemed he was going blind from tears!
The dogs would howl and lower their heads
Startling the children from their carriage beds.

to all those who've shaped this Neopoet site
by working behind the scene on every front
giving it their all without a grumble or grunt
I humbly bow to their mission and foresight

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