Rhyming Poem: The Virus of 2020

When it started it

Wasn’t so bad, wasn’t

So scary, really,

Wasn’t so sad.

Because after all,

Only the weak got sick,

Their brains already broken

By bad politics.

But then it mutated.

Through the television it spread,

Taking over people’s minds,

And leaving them brain-dead.

The casualties, well, they

Started to increase,

Growing and growing,

No more peace.

Where did it start?

When will it end?

Until a Fox drops

—dead.

A deadly virus lodged

In its brain.

Changing its perception,

Common sense is slain.

Nobody thought it could come from a Fox,

The virus of 2020,

Nobody thought it would come in flocks,

The virus of 2020.

And yet the virus lives on,

In words and pictures and phrases.

Now it is spreading through the mouth,

“Biden’s creating coronavirus cases.”

It doesn’t seem so bad, right?

But it’s become an epidemic,

The anti-mask agenda lives,

With thousands of Americans sick.

I guess we know how deadly

A few short words can be

Because with just one Fox

And just one phrase,

America falls into anarchy.

Two Voice Poem: Un-understandable

Baby Both Elder

Wide, innocent eyes stare up

at the world.

Old, labored eyes look up

one last time.

Life is wondrous.

A new beginning starts,

just open your eyes.

An eternal slumber awaits,

just shut your eyes.

Seen so much and yet so little.

The world is your oyster,

full of opportunity.

The world is an old friend,

it’s time to let it go.

Time never stops, only you do.

You’re small, but you’ll grow,

Who knows what you’ll do.

You’re wrinkled yet happy,

Weak yet fulfilled.

How long will it be before you’re forgotten?

Your parents love you,

They give you a smile.

Your grandkids hug you,

They pretend not to cry.

Why do you always seem to run out of time?

Brand new experiences with

the touch of a hand.

Saying goodbye with

the wave of a hand.

And so continues the cycle of life.

Free Verse: on wearing a mask…

with bright pink feathers and

brown leather, with white lace

and covered face, he can’t

tell my expression.

does he even know who i am

with my face covered—careless

—in haste? does he even care

that i’m there, staring, longing?

so perhaps i shouldn’t even be

waiting for him to notice me just sitting,

staring in my perfectly crafted

mask.

perhaps i shouldn’t have come,

i look dumb just sitting here…

i wasn’t invited. he didn’t want

me. but i knew that.

i remember who he chose,

not me. never me. her.

he picked her and forgot

ME.

i see her next to him,

she’s talking, flirting, just

STOP IT,

i scream out loud and my mask falls.

no. no. everything is wrong,

nobody was supposed to know,

i was DISGUISED! my plan was

perfect, i don’t understand.

my mask was supposed to

protect me, it didn’t-

i didn’t-

this wasn’t supposed to happen, okay?

everyone is looking,

everything is ruined.

he’s confused, i can tell

by the way he calls me my name.

he wants me to leave,

reminds me we’ve been over for years,

threatens a restraining order,

(don’t do that, please?)

i don’t care that he hates me

i don’t care.

at least he sees

me now.

this won’t be the last time,

i promise it won’t.

he will see me again and when he

does, he will come back to me.

Haiku: Impossibilities

I can almost see

him staring out the window

at his own headstone.

Cinquain: Sinners

Sinners

go to heaven,

and saints all go to hell.

Or maybe it’s the opposite,

Oh well.