we should know, though. shouldn’t we?

people walking on street during daytime
Photo by Clay Banks via Unsplash

we should know, shouldn’t
feel the ache in our
hearts–our bones brittling,
cracking with each pace

this is America
land of the beaten
home of the
lied to & ostracized
bent over & bastardized

it is the #habit of this place
to eat its young
before disowning it


Originally posted via Twitter as a response to the VSSPoem prompt.

the gifted boy and loves past

A Rapid Rhyme

boy in black jacket holding camera
Photo by Zahra Amiri via Unsplash

A Rapid Rhyme Audio Poem

The gifted boy chose his chore,
an invitation to toy with others
who bore the pain
from life’s insane paths

a kid big on master plans
he demands the same treatment
& has no fans
in his misty eyes,
he holds the cries
of loves past

too many to name,
none of them would last


Originally published via Twitter as an experiment. This is the last Rapid Rhyme poem I will do for a while. I have had so much fun doing these! Thanks again Peter for the inspiration!

Lucky Lou, Stu, and the Woman

A Rapid Rhyme

Man in Black Jacket Standing Near Black Wooden Door
Photo by cottonbro via Pexels

A Rapid Rhyme Audio Poem

Lucky Lou said to Stu
that he’d catch the girl
who rocked their world
& make plans to do more
than hold hands

what Stu didn’t know
wouldn’t hurt his flow &
Lucky Lou was cool too
besides being a fool in
love with a woman who’d glide

right on to the next,
Lou only wanted sex


Originally posted via Twitter as an experiment.

wisdom in unconventional places

A Rapid Rhyme

Books on Shelves
Photo by Huynh Dat via Pexels

A Rapid Rhyme Audio Poem


Who would take the bait?
It’d be an added fate to
the mix, we nix the tools we
often use, afraid to partner up with
fools who choose to disguise themselves
& place their wealth on the shelves of
life. That’s right.

Kick back, take it all in
my friend–it’s only the beginning.


Originally posted to Twitter as an experiment.

to the beekeeper who lacked honey


A Rapid Rhyme Audio Poem

Grim is the tide for the
willing woman who rides
the waves of life,
subdues her strife, &
calms the raging seas.

She pleases refined minds
and massages willing culprits
reduced to kneeling knees.

Bold & black & beautiful
but not to be seduced,
sweet as honey from the bees.


Originally posted via Twitter as an experiment in rapid rhyme.