I Keep Writing Poems

I keep writing poems

You keep placing bombs

I want all my meanings 

To be close to love psalms

You want to fry all

Your cooking pot to roost

You want all the bygones

Keep focus on your roast 

You have no deeper thoughts

Than what you have to boost 

I’d never felt more shambles

Than some offering of the too

When a witness has to ramble

To make sense of the root

And explain away the silliness 

Of grown men for the truth

Who only brags to offer 

When none more is to  boot 

(C)2020 OWM/ Sperling Lieder, BMI 

The Mighty Bens

I can’t help to cower to the nightly clock

That chimes the hour 

Because I have three! 

And they become of me

Each squeaking their voice o’er the others 

Each trying to vie above a hover 

And I’m deciphering their cover

And their time keep but quite right

They have me at all times of life

Where I’d be, where I might

They hold me in their plight

Of who is me and shall exist

And the promises I made to this

And a pledge of a belonging

I am strong but they know me

As a girl who’s governed by thee

Who’d never asked above it 

And lives by the ole tock and tic  

Plainer and stand to with 

A dominating hand width 

On-point and been the power 

The mighty Bens have the hours 

(C)2020 OWM/Sperling Lieder, BMI