ANXIETY (Acrostic)
Against what the body needs
Natural response to stress that feeds
Xray self within to see what is the cause
In doing so refrain and draw away from
Every and any indication of this
To not worry so much or be fearful
Yet life happens but it’s how we respond that counts
PM
The pit and patter
The chit and chatter
As the man confused
Goes up and down the ladder
Moving around like a person drunk
As he tumbles and stumbles
After walking to his car
And then falls into
The open trunk
That he left opened
A while ago
As the neighbors next door
Are laughing and enjoying the show
For who knows
Just what this guy will do next
As he then pulls out his phone
Then begins to send
A very unwanted text
To the lady he holds most dear
With not much dignity left
Having stated the one thing he fears
While full of shame and tears
With much in his life to confess
As a man in disarray
And have fallen away
From being at his very best
PM
Floating words
inside my head,
there in the dawn of morning—
and here at night before bed,
even floating around in my sleep,
creating new memories—
for me to write and keep,
as these poetic words; are circling my mind,
every hour of the day—
and late at night all the time,
for I just can’t resist,
thinking creatively and critically,
with an open hand; and a closed fist,
for the pen is my sword,
and the paper is my shield,
because poetry; can be a just reward,
as time will unveil and reveal—
here in the one place,
that not one person can steal,
just trying to sort; through them all,
As they reside in my mind still.
Piecing them together
and using them; in a collective effort,
as I attach them to a title—
and must put this in gear,
for this to materialize; and finally appear,
outside of my mind—
and make a true appearance,
as it moves away from idle,
to construct and build; an original work of art,
never before seen or heard—
as it all stemmed from,
Those cool floating words.
PM
