oh have it your way but…

he always
took
the lion’s share
tho
most of us
know
that
the lioness
is the true hunter
but
that is
just an aside
he also
insisted
that
he be given
the largest glass
filled to the brim
with
wine or ale
and
she
would
always comply
but
one day
in passing
she said
smiling
have you considered
that
the largest glass
also
can contain
the largest
amount
of
poison

 

pick your poison…

medicatedlady and lost blossoms

she placed
what
remained
of his dreams
upon
the old cookstove
and
made
a stew of sorrow
for
what had been
denied
none
of his writings
were
ever published
because
she said
his
literary sense
was
nonsense
and furthermore
all
great poets
were dead
he
hesitated
when
she offered him
a drink

die laughing…

Point-Counter Point Challenge:  For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months.  This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot.  Here’s how it works this time.  Each poet provides the other poet with  five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote.  So here we go…here is the first quote that Jade provided to me:  “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” Oscar Wilde

die laughing…

the thin veneer
of laughter
disguised the crowds intent
for before this day
would be done
the poison of hatred
would pierce their skins
and flow like
quicksilver
into their veins
and they would
be transformed
into a mob
a serpent without a head
no logic nor reason
nor sense of right or wrong
just the urge to kill
to rise up against
the humor of reality
and grasp the throat
of truth
until its breath
is no more
and the deed
of murder
would be done
and truth
would have died
laughing

for love of money…

Dead Zone from NASA NOAA

the poison
moved
down
the
artery
towards
the wound
where
all
eyes
were
focussed
but
the poison
the silent
killer
was not seen
coursing its way
without repentance
trading profit in iowa
for gulf coast death
but no one talked of it
it was old news
dead zones
where life
was
no longer
possible
or
just a scene
from
h g wells’
island
of
dr moreau