A Poets Passion: an in-depth versification of one man's life. It is a compilation of forty years of life events in rhyme and recollection. The emotion of this poet's passion smoothly assimilates into the mind and heart of the reader. A Poet's Passion: a wonderful and fulfilling read for the true poetry lover. A sampling of A Poet's Passion MEGALOPOLIS, 3:17 AM Metallic click and buzzing hum From neon metronomes, Syncopates the yellow eye Of winking traffic lights. Half a page of Wednesday's news Escapes from litter jail, Then skids off through the flashing night, Like some stumbling, drunken gull. Slender, stunted Cyclopes Stand their red-eyed watch, Awaiting copper snacks that start Digestive ticking from within. A timid dog slinks slowly past With tail between its legs, Then fades into black alley shadows In search of garbage cans. From afar a woman laughs, Then a car door slams. Squalling tires and engine's roar Fade slowly into distance. A chill has crept into the night And brings warm beds to mind. At last the thoughts of sleep appeal, Even without you. *** WAR PLANE The blended shriek and thunder Is swallowed up in distance, As the grave and dreaded Azrael Escapes its concrete nest. Angrily arching upward, On a black and fiery tail, A gruesome manmade Griffin, Gone to eat the sun. *** A POET'S PASSION Passion Take me into your arms, Embrace my eager body. Guide me through my brief existence, That I might know And have And be All that life does offer. Passion Fuel my thirsty soul Seduce me with flaming fury. Light my path to prosperity, And the lusty madness of amour. Passion Intoxicating elixir, Give me drink your magic potion, Whet my appetite with ambition, Strengthen my drive and resolve. Quick, my passion Ignite my craving, my desire. Look The sky grows ashen gray, The sun will soon be setting. *** PROGRESS Pastel parrots perch on high And pipe their songs of glory, Down to monkeys who act out The moral of their story. It passes on to mockingbirds Who reproduce, in kind, The mirrored efforts of the ape, And sings it to mankind. Then man decides the unit's worth On sacred scales of karat And stores it on computers That teach the pastel parrots. *** THE SLICER'S NICER Snip, snip, The censor's shears Have come to cut off Both your ears Back in the ancient days of yore They'd end the mucky, foul rapport By snipping ears off by the score. Splash, splash The acid flies Into your face To blind your eyes. Virtue they personify With oil of vitriol in the eye. One tiny drop to purify The lusty sights you must deny. Stitch, stitch, The needle zips, Through the flesh To seal the lips. A better man you are this way. No more vulgar things you'll say. 'Tis such a minor price to pay To keep you pure for Judgment Day. But progress has now changed the scene. The censors have a new machine, That quickly ends all things obscene. I think it's called a guillotine. ***