using the remote control
push the button, make the call:
large TV that's on the wall
who's the fairest of them all
and it answers, shy at first:
if it's for the truth you thirst
then you know they're all the worst
that's the world with which we're cursed
watch some sports or a good show
you're already in the know
they are either foul or foe
there's no fair, there's simply no
whisper sweetly, in a hush
till you make my pillow blush
clasp my hands and curl your toes
show what your desire shows
oh, I know what's coming next
and will use any pretext
to wind up here next to you
and to drink your lusty dew
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2796918-picture-prompt-adult
a starving artist, raw and rude
(and chronically misunderstood)
refusing money, Hollywood
and might does not make right
is there sillier cliché
can't find it in my attaché
and I've so many, trebuchet
could send them, day and night
have any doubts? go grab some tea
and try to price an NFT
ask Banksy, while he sips Chablis
the price he paid for fame
in truth, Faust always sells his soul
for sex, for drugs, for rock and roll
no, the true artist is no prole
and knows to play the game
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2797037-poetry-and-money
brush the ashes from my head
make me feel like yesterday
quash the ever-present dread
wash it off, splash it away
smooth the wrinkles on my face
make me feel like yesterday
soothe my worries, leave no trace
youth long in the tooth today
kiss my drying lips today
make me feel like yesterday
bring back bliss, it's gone away
miss you bliss, please come and stay
echoes heckle my descent
bouncing off my conscience's walls
time grows shorter to repent
sin ascendant, virtue falls
is there anyone to judge
hell and heaven keeping score
I hold on to one more grudge
down below, I see the floor
the hitchhiker's guide
homage to bad poetry
entitled haiku
there's nowhere to hide
improbability
Heisenberg's lament
a Schrodinger cat
wonders in, blinking
a Matrix sequel
entangled photons
galaxy far away
shed no new light
the universe
does have an end
somewhere
drowning your sorrow
are you tempted to extend
a helping hand?
or are you happy
to see it gasp for air
at the bottom
of a glass of whiskey
everything depends
on your answer
everyone knows
why roses are love
but google orchid
there it is
in your face
all of our houses
were full once
sweet moments in time
how does it feel to be the one
that Satan gets to troll
when unencumbered by "begone"
the devil tests your soul
and turns your life all upside down
you keep exalting heaven's crown
and all the while you must
observe things turn to dust
how does it feel to be the one
a chosen cautionary tale
at least, you're thinking, when you're done
you're neither Jonah, nor the whale
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2796784-The-Story-of-Job-
her very name: opinion
where fate has full dominion
and destiny's supreme
Antigone still dreams
of what is just
does as she must
as Sophocles' play
reminds us to this day
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2796829-Antigone
When love slips into madness, who's to blame?
When choice is a dead end, a masquerade,
when grief supplants embarrassment and shame
and fate itself refuses to be stayed.
When existential questions cloud the mind,
unanswerable questions, harder still.
When there's no shred of kindness from the kind,
and sheer despair is robbing you of will.
Lines of affection, thin as spider silk,
torn by dismissive, cold flick of the wrist,
and well placed wishers of a certain ilk
hold knives out at the ready for a twist...
When love slips into madness, who's to blame?
Indifference and callousness lay claim.
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2796831-Ophelia