August Poem 15: Is as a God of Love

Up to my face like not knowing the grain.

Warn of God’s love and lifetimes of risking

Unwanted caressing of my new love.

I don’t mind experiments of living

Love in a rush to make it into Heaven.

But Hillary is not all love and peace.

She is cunt Jemima. Is living God.

Is this problem surmised. Is as a God

Of love. Love of a beautiful woman.

Love to spot a beautiful woman. Love

On her means. On her fire door. On her

Attempting knowledge. On her beer people

You wanna know. On her Saturday vote.

On her ceiling of black shame. On her meat.

2012 Poetry: Shakespearian Sonnet

The bigot strikes the heart with words of stone,

lashing at fantasy cracks in one’s soul.

His words careen, tumble and tear through bone.

He hopes others will help them speed their roll.

A boulder roles loudly, clumsy and slow,

and friction does chip and crumble its base.

Observers act and help absorb the blow.

And granite eyes define the bigot’s face.

Alas, the danger lies in kindly heart.

Microbial dust defiles honest breath.

Unbeknown, the dust stays below at start.

Once dust can cling, it strangles men to death.

Do not fear one man’s hate and bigotry,

he has compiled from society.