Poet To Arms

Poet to Arms

Could you stand by
And watch these two
Beat stuffing from each other?

When one is thy neighbor while his foe your brother...
I have fought in many such battles
with axes to grind and sabers to rattle

Undisguised loathing
formidable foes
Old war horses frothing
Castle guards on their toes

Only ever the way
of the righteous and vain
Swing baton and cudgel
I say bring the pain

The field has been chosen
the champions picked
All assets are frozen
the shots have been tricked

The one guy who profits from any of this
Betrays his own master in garden with kiss

Forever it has been until time doth cease
On this side of the grave we will never know peace

Jerks Like Me

Marginalized centrist
Forced by one side to take the other
That's OK I still collect

Ormond

Have you lost your mind
Maybe look behind running
Refrigerator
Do you feel like a warlord? Did banishing me from your kingdom harm your true enemies? Run poet, hide from the news. Quick, behind the refrigerator!

ACE ace x4

Angry assailant
Charges constabulary
Early episodes

Artistic answer
Constant collaboration
Eager echoing

Another artist
Cheerfully calibrating
Energetic edge

Applied acrostics
Certain creativity
Elements employed

Each of these four verses  has two aces  in the acrostic sense.

SCRIBE

Soul of a poet
Creating haiku verses
Return to  silence

Imagination
Borrows from the ancient Way
Elan vital blooms

40 Followers

40 Followers

Again I feel the need to reach beyond my haiku form
Rhyme rings quite unnatural but eat while suppers warm
Target senses break the mold treat freaks like the new norm

Golden Poet looks around to see the mess he's made
Of ancient form and modern sound and weird account upgrade
Distressing writers with his words and turnings of a phrase

Unbridled passion but who cares its core responding says
Surrender to the silent muse be handled as a tool
Express the urge to write the world as babbled by a fool

Yesterday has uses still all frayed along the edge
Observe those things that disturb you and smash them with a sledge
Unite with forty  followers next to you on the ledge

Linger over every line decide on which phrase fits
Objectify the things essence with infinitive splits
Visual echos grope and taste the fragrance of each term
Enjoy poetic agony as ovum pierced by sperm

ART GOD USE YOU LOVE is the acrostic phrase regarding the above meta-poem. It doesn't mean we'll be taking bubble baths together, but I thank you all forty for following my spinning strangeness, even these uncharacteristically elongated versions of what might be considered shameless literary masturbation. Thanking forty individuals at once calls upon an unaccustomed muse who thankfully lingers in the courts of  my personal Parnassus. Again, Thank You, one and all, for your interest and support of my Hello Poetry artistic expressions. You are why I am as I am.
Peace and love to you and yours

Between Noises

my silence a prayer
between deep city noises
whisper from Garden