Bad Poetry Wednesday

 Fingertips

by [REDACTED]

I walk along darkened corridors

And hands reach out for me

To grasp and pry

I want to let them

To feel the fingers probe

and grab 

To give in to their pull

And float away

Bad Poetry Monday

 Malign

by [REDACTED]

Hello there again

I thought it was over

but here we all are

together

Because you cannot get rid of me

You cannot escape what you've become

And you and I 

Our fates are tied

together

It's nyquil driving time.

Bad Poetry Wednesday

Highlander

by [REDACTED]

The rocky crown of Arnestine

Sits atop the hill

It looks down on all who gather here

All sick

All ill

With despair or

gout or

ennui or

doubt or

cancer or 

worst of all

hopelessness

I am here

among the others

waiting for a sign from on high

A message that says
"you are not welcome here,

but you can stay"

A respite

A relief

Until another day

Until the crown decides that we should go

Until the powers and the principalities tell us

"get thee to a nunnery."

Bad Poetry Tuesday

Meddling Monkey, Busy Ape

by [REDACTED]

He hangs

Simply

Hands around a branch

As though it were the most natural thing in the world

Because of course

It is

Bad Poetry Monday

Vapor

by [REDACTED]

I saw us wandering

Deeper into the smoke and mist 

I watched as we stumbled

On the roots exposed by the storm

You looked back at me smiled before

Disappearing in the vapor 

And I went with you. 

Bad Poetry Sunday(?)

An Answer for Us All

by [REDACTED]

You and I

We want to know

All the whys and hows

The wherefores and whos

It will change us

Knowledge is power

More data is always better

Non-linear regression

Multivariable 

Can we backtrack far enough

to see the moment

The moment where this all began

The moment when you and I first crossed paths in the dark

Eons ago when the first human 

Took our first step

When the first day dawned 

And life began its horrible toil 

And our destiny was locked in stone

Already fossilized and immovable?

What then?

Do you take me for a sponge?

Bad Poetry Saturday

Anodyne

by [REDACTED]

I walked outside after

The rain stopped falling

While the hot tarry asphalt

Gave its energy to the flood

And the water rose in steamy wisps

Back to heaven 

I walked outside after

The worms began their journeys

Back to the soil 

I walked outside and

The clouds simmered with anger

No longer held back by the weight of their tears

Flushing and terrible to behold

The world below quaking in fear of

The winds of change that never blow quite strong enough. 

Come again another day.