Poems

Identity Thief

georgegrosz
I’m an identity thief
There are no rules
That is my belief
 
“Be all that you can be”
Stealing crown jewels
Or sipping chamomile tea
 
Man, woman, or child
With my pen
My imagination runs wild
 
Sinner and/or saint
In my works
There are no restraints
 
My life as a writer
Troops of characters
Or single freedom fighter
 

Lust

krispykremedonut
Come hither, you beautiful thing
The desires from me you bring
 
Drawn to you I am
I don’t give a damn
 
Fill me with your warmth and sweet
You know you’re a wondrous treat
 
My husband need not know
To you I cannot say no
 
Ravish you I must
In me you I thrust
 
You are many a wet dream
My darling Krispy Kreme
 
 

Charmed

knife
Charmed to make your acquaintance
My name is Bob
You seem low maintenance
 
But don’t get me wrong
Au naturale is the best
Been here all along
 
Watching and waiting
Patiently observing
Pining and baiting
 
“Oops–could this be yours?”
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“But here, let me get the door”
 
“Has anyone ever told you
How beautiful you are?
Not sure if you knew”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“Excuse me, but I have to ask
Could you walk with me halfway?”
 
“I am new and I am lost
Would you be so kind
As to guide me through this frost?”
 
“Sure,” you say, “I’ll let you lead the way”
“Thank you, my dear”
Predator and prey
 
“I think I see my car–
Will you come with me to see?”
“Sure,” you say, “as long as it’s not far”
 
“To thank you for being so kind,
I have something for you in mind
Although not very refined”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway
As I must be leaving now”
“But here, let me grab it, anyway”
 
Pop goes the trunk
And I grab my love
Hit her head and hear a “clunk”
 
As I place her in the trunk
And tie her arms and legs
She came to and seemed in a funk
 
“Please let me go,” she cried in dismay,
“Whatever you want–just let me go”
“No,” I say, “but thank you, anyway”
 
 
 
 

The Doctor

ottodix
Come into my office
And have a seat
 
Let me have a look at you
What pretty feet
 
Now put this sheet on you
I won’t peak
 
Don’t mind my hungry stares
I’m not a freak
 
Just a lonely man
Whose profession lets me sneak
 
A touch here and a grab there
Under the guise of a health geek
 
 

Working Girl

workinggirl

Beauty, pizzazz, and smarts
Don’t get you far in these parts
 
Stocks, bonds, and AI
No one is an ally
 
Unless you’re a guy
Then clients buy and buy
 
Tall, white, testosterone
Otherwise, you’re alone
 
It’s all for one
And one and done
 
But for a woman
Her place, the oven
 
Old frat brothers
And many others
 
Versus Orphan Annie
Your pick, Mr. Canny?

Illustrator Credit

citybythebay

One of the projects on my to-do list this year is to write a children’s book.  My dream would be to have the very talented Elisa Kleven be the illustrator as I am a huge fan of her work.  I discovered her through the beautifully illustrated book, The City by the Bay  (which makes a wonderful gift, by the way).

Kleven’s illustrations have been the inspiration of many of my children’s poems and short stories (hence, the accompanying illustrations).  Because of this, I hope you enjoy her drawings and paintings as much as I do.