Kiss This Poem Goodbye

Kiss these words farewell
as I throw them on the fence
my troll escaped his cell
to rob my every presence.

What I shall write herein
will quickly be erased
because of his thin skin
my work must be effaced.

So it goes ever onward
Posts-Reports-Appeals
Till trolls turn to kind words
Or Yahell's freeze congeals.

These words will not grow wings
But removal prove their stings.

The Empty Mirror

I am not writing poetry

the moondog doesn't howl 

why call it a new moon

if it can't be seen?

The sun has gone, 

I have nothing to reflect 

the talent has moved on 

leaving pedants 

whining old ladies and pedos.

Reflected light has cycles 

and shines in new and hidden ways 

not every night can be a harvest 

but hope of it ignites our days.

Can we diddle around with poetry while the Ukraine burns?

Standard Bearers

Inspired by Chuck (I wanted to fix it in other words)
The bear has unleashed her claws;
do you face her down
or blink,
or pause?
Can you weave your way to neutrality
or will you face the storm
throw back fury for fury?

Do you toot on the trumpet or answer it?
Are your martial words a prelude
or sh!t?
Can you stand behind one more Neville Chamberlain
or stand at the bulwark
with your resolve plain?