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Too Human To Be True

Shame on those who never pick their pen up.
Shame on those who feel no love or hate.
Shame on you for never looking up.
And shame on me for the want of elate.

To feel nothing is to disgrace human virtue.
So yes, shame on me and shame on you.
Shame on us for not being too human to be true.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2023

Err

For to err on the side of caution
is to err little or not at all.
But to err seeking verity
is to err very well on.

My words, they say, are daggers.
My words are like a sword.

They nick and mar and pierce
every standard norm.

But my words are me, all that I have,
all that I ever will.

And no matter how much I patch,
the world will be marred still.

So we may as well nick other hearts
to atone for our erring will.

When the Morning Comes This

When the morning comes this,
I’ll know what love is.

The tide is high, but the water slow.
And the sun up high is beaming low.

The night is full of drinks and drug,
and only when the morning comes is my sober heart rung.

When the morning comes this,
I’ll know you,
like a gentle morning ray
on a leaf clad in dew.

At night, I see no leaf.
But I promise, the morning won’t make me lose belief.

When the morning comes this,
the Sun will shine,
all will be fine.

I weathered the night and the storm of ‘mares
There goes she, my lady fair.