Bienvenue, Cher

A froggy morning:

Out in the mud.

A turtle's morning:

Braving the flood.

I'm no turtle,

Nor some odd frog.

I'm not meant to

See through this fog.

Slipping, sliding,

Flopping, flailing,

I've got no balance.

Logic is failing.

Frogs all leap joyously

Onto their pad.

Turtles swim smugly

Making me mad.

I'm not a turtle;

No, not a frog.

Or else I would navigate

This ceaseless bog.

But I fight and I struggle

Against plants and manna.

I mutter to the quiet

"A welcome guest in Louisiana!?"

Ruminations

Is it wrong to sit

And wonder and stare

Til your mind has a fit

And your morals are air?

Is it wrong to ask

And ponder all day

If God is a mask

Or a savior to stay?

Is it that hard to think

For one's own true self,

Rather drink from the water

Atop Society's Answer Shelf?

Is it that hard to feel

Emotions of your own

Instead of hide in a meal

Til your spirit is blown?

Is it that hard to stand

Out in front of a crowd

And shout thoughts to the land -

Letting your mind be loud?

It depends on dependence

That you may hold dear.

It depends on your own mind

Which you may not hear.

Trust

"Yes," I say,

Hating today.

I turn away,

And still I stay

As yet afraid

As ever to date.

I do it and bray,

"DON'T GO AWAY!"

And I FALL!

They answer my call,

And I smile after all.

Never

Never say never;

Ever fight for love;

Villainy is sometimes;

Ever is never never;

RUN from the never evers, the ever nevers

Always and forever.

Help

I see the light at the end

But nothing in between.

I see my most victorious ends,

But what of desperate means?

I need help to see this through

To plan and understand.

You need help to get through, too,

And keep hope at hand.

We help help from one another

To see our dream come true.

I need from no one other,

No one other than you.

Poetry Blog

The name?

You don't need it.

The fame?

I can see it.

It isn't here;

No, not yet.

I don't fear

Nor do I fret.

I do now blog

To help me through

And work like a dog

Through a poem or two.

You can read them here

These fledgling works

And prose I hold dear

Next to those with true quirks.