Soul Meets Soul

meets soul

on lovers’ lips.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Elfje: Cinquain
my core
all of life
but not the mind
Tanka: 5 x 7 x 5, 7 x 7
childish whine wants all
parents fear to discipline
child becomes spoiled

the adult brat abuses
I, I, me, me, my, my, dead

from the Devils loin he was conceived
he refused to learn from lessons received
God made him suffer long and hard
his emotions were littered like a junkyard

every relationship he had was scarred
from every decent establishment he was barred
every word he ever uttered was meant to deceived
for his selfish benefit all actions were perceived

a sick malcontent his deeds were despicable
if he ever voted it would have been for a liberal
a true sociopath his antics were unpredictable
mean and ugly were his motives explicable

being confined in prison was not a cure
only his body but not his mind was secure
his demise in jail was not a pretty sight
a guard left the gate open and there was a fight

the only casualty was the ego that would not relent
the inmates justice was cleared by the wardens consent
his obit was the local news release
may God allow his soul to rest in peace

was it society that did him wrong
the misfit that could not get along

ME and The Boss
To be alive is to share the love.

About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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