Bad Puns for Great Poets

You ran me through

With pointed Shakespeare

Warmed my heart

With a Frost

Intrigued me with all of your

Cummings and goings

Enriching me by endowing

Your Poe words

‘Twas on the road less traveled

I perceived an odd Plath

An Angelou spoke to me

As I stood Emmerson in Wilde thought

Sun’s piercing rays caused Burns

Browning me to various Hughes

Although I could not Barrett

What's The Answer?

Ask yourself …

“What is success?”

That mini-mansion

Or expensive dress?

Kids in pricey

Private schools

Curricula teaching them

“Money rules”

Can one purchase

An audience with God?

For that would surely

Demand a wad

Is love for sale …

Or is it free?

My heart and mind

Do not agree

Where you dine

A chic address

Baubles that shine

Don’t mark success

 I ask myself …

“What is success?”

My actions have meaning

Not what I profess

The Sea Called My Name

The sea called my name

So hers I became

On the tears of my ancestors

I sailed without shame

On placid glass smooth

Was I comforted, soothed

By her gentle rocking

I am healed and renewed

In the womb of the sea

Happy, protected, free

Blissful – unconcerned

That terra firma

Waits for me

Taking Aim

Does the cure exist?

To quell this frail woman’s aim?

O’er hardened ramparts

I loosed flaming darts aloft

In hopes of igniting you

My desire confessed

I see now; I’ve missed the mark

Your eyes tell volumes

These arrows return to their quiver

Lest, in my fall to despair
I pierce my own heart through

An Angry Man

"Anger" by Charles Le Brun  c.1660

there was an angry man

born of an angry clan

all his kin were angry

ere since time began

he lived an angry life

he even took a wife

eventually she left him

for she craved peace; not strife

his angry days drew to a close

yet even in his final throes

his seething, raging, anger boiled

he found no rest in death’s repose

he ended up in angry hell

you must admit, it’s just as well

for anger's burning cancer kills

when invited by a soul to dwell

A Sign of Our Time

It’s a sign of our time

So many dear ones

Used up their last dime

It’s a sad commentary

I no longer read headlines

Their jolting makes me wary

I have surgically cut out

All luxurious “extras”

I abhor this burning drought

Has prosperity passed?

Grim-gritty-grunting-grind!

Can ingrained spunk outlast?

Or is poverty … a state of mind?

Triflin'

Urban Dictionary's Definition of Triflin': Consistently lying. Always up to no good. Sneaky. Suspect. Whorish. Always scheming. Conniving. (Should never be trusted)

Triflin’,

Triflin’

Makes me grateful

For barrel's riflin’

Lord,

Help my shot

Ring out

Straight and true

Gonna rid my life

Of triflin' you

A triflin’ man

You’ve been

Triflin’

Triflin’

E’cept you didn’t know

Who you was

A-triflin’ with

Tell it to

Da man,

Da man

‘Cause he don’t care

No more ‘en I do

He know’d too

Just as I do

You was just

A triflin’ fool

Who got caught up

In all dem lies

Oh, so lady killin’

Shockingly a-chillin’

Ain't never said though
I wasn't a willin'

You ...
Oh, so stiflin’

Predictably triflin’

That is much too

Pitifully true

Sneaky-snaky
I'm dyin' if I'm lyin' 
Or exaggeratin'
'Bout the story of
Rotten old,
Irresistible ...

Triflin'
Triflin'
You