Short Poems

Two-Sided Coins
How reminiscent of human life are two-sided coins.
Regarded as mere means to an end; they bestow unto man so much more.
Countenance matters not,choose thine fancy.
Cents of self in a world of Duality.

Apple, Apple
Oh Apple,Apple high in the tree.
What shall I do to make you come to me?
Shall I hit this bark so nice and firm?
Or get the aid of tall Mr. Shirm?
Oh me, oh my it seems you have fallen.
Munch.Blech! Ermahgerd you’re rotten!


Journey’s End
Lingering to and fro down a seemingly endless road walks the yearning wanderer.
Bodies of the fallen align his path as he presses onward to an unknown “Journey’s End”.
Night fall approaches ever so steadily
The yearning wanderer grows weary.
As he falls over his tattered mantle,thoughts of disparity envelopes him.
Immense pain and frustration compels the yearning wanderer to weep as he curses the ground he once stood upon.
Finally,lying still and defeated,the yearning wanderer’s vision begins to escape him.
As the world grows faint ,the yearning wanderer looks down a barren path.and smiles content.