More Poems About Mayhem

That got you. Apparently you like mayhem. Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Poems 5 and 6

The 'Man' just hollered from outside

He said he could not find the broom.

He can't find the tools 

or the tent or light spools

It's about time to clean out the room.

The bad thing is that he won't let me

Lift a finger to clean out the shed

He's always quite gruff

That I hide all his stuff

So I tell him that he must instead.

The trouble with that is, he's busy.

On the computer he often hides out.

He's shooting bad bugs

Or aliens on drugs

So, to hint at the shed makes him shout.

I can't stand another darn minute.

I'm going to clean up the shed.

I don't care if he's mad

Or the change makes him sad

If I don't, I will pop and be dead.

:o)

BURNING MAN

In potent darkness

Of the opening

Of the new year

In the light

Of a flickering fire

We burn

The faults

Forsake

Forget

And rise anew

With the sparks

Of the fire.

Fed by mistakes

Made pure now

With forsaking.

Hope rises

With the sparks

Wraps around us

Fills us with

Light.

H. Linn Murphy