Summertime

Original form of poetry I call "Septcouplet;" from Septette (A set of seven similar things considered as a unit) and couplet (Two successive lines of verse forming a unit marked usually by rhythmic correspondence, rhyme.) The Septcouplet consists of seven free-style verses, with six lines each, no syllable count. After each verse there are two lines which rhyme, with four syllables to each line. The style is lowercase, except for proper names, punctuation when needed inside the lines, but none at the end of lines.



hot summer puffs of air
gives fair warning of a far-off storm
floating just out of reach
and touch
but there nonetheless
eating whatever it can on its way

I pen this note
Bonnie’s remote

an ogre
with the wrath of humidity
here in the sub-tropics
ninety-five, going on heatstroke
can't walk my mutt
round the block anymore

oh, she gives out
half block, no doubt

I walk with a cane
for protection
from animals and huminals
when I heard complaints of heat
wanted to break the cane
over their heads

they hated cold
so I was told

summertime living is easy
they sang all winter long
bull hockey
can't take enough clothes off
when you're frying
winter you just grab a heavier coat

dress for the day
that's what I say

crude floating in the gulf
smothering everything it clings to
bad management
top to bottom
BP bad
White House worse

two months it’s been
politic spin

hurricane season now upon us
nature upping the ante
weather channel soothsayers
vomit out the terrible news
gonna be bad
the storms are a-coming

tho not much fun
I've yet to run

©August 6, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Lust

Here's what ya need to know about lust
When you're in lust
Talking about guys
You're either in heaven
Or you've got the blue-balls
It's women's turn now
Lose all sensibilities
Spread dem legs in an alley

©August 5, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Love

Can I tell you what makes love so frightening?
You don’t own it.
It owns you.
It owns your body,
Scrambles your brain
Gives you the energy
To act stupid
Then wonder why divorce courts thrive.

©August 4, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Life's Sonnet #1

My foresight and reality are one,
I cannot divide them in two, you see;
They help me as I look toward the sun,
Foresight, reality and me are three.

My heart tells me no, look back to the past,
I calm my heart with tenderness and care,
And say there is a future unsurpassed,
If we but reach for it, it will be there.

This inner struggle has cost us a lot,
The pursuit of the beyond scares us both,
Still, it's not too late a dream to be sought,
A paltry weed needs the sun for its growth.

We wake up and look for the morning light,
From it we ascend to infinite heights.

©September 25, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton

There Once Was a Man Named Fred

There once was a man named Fred,
He had a pie upon his head,
Those who saw it laughed,
Said he looked like a giraffe,
So he changed his name to Pudding Head.

©July 17, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Virginia

I was a stranger in a strange land,
Walking the city streets of pain,
From normal life I had been banned,
I was wearing shackles and chains.

What would I do, where would I go?
Defeat was in the air that day.
My soul the devil surely owed,
Dark clouds hovered o'er me; I was prey.

Oh, my deep down was low alright,
Couldn't go back, future looked bleak,
No one to share my pitiful plight,
Then you looked at me and did speak.

Your Texas twang gave me a smile,
You were taken by my blue eyes.
I came to love your down to earth style,
You chased all the clouds from the sky.

Tho my demons were still with me,
They were pushed on the back burner.
We loved, we laughed in old Big "D,"
I was happy because of her.

It lasted awhile, but no more,
My demons came back; hers did too.
We soon were fighting our own war,
All we could do was say adieu.

©August 2, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

I Blue Myself Today

I know, it’s a terrible thing to do,
I cannot believe I have stooped so low,
But actually there are benefits too.

I thought about it as I drank my brew,
And I just wondered how much it would grow,
I know, it’s a terrible thing to do.

I mean it is better than sniffing glue,
Besides it’s kinda a cool thing, you know?
But actually there are benefits too.

When I do it I guess I’ll think of Sue,
And at first I will take it nice and slow,
I know, it’s a terrible thing to do.

It’s much better than standing in love’s queue
I’m good at it, I’m like an seasoned pro,
But actually there are benefits too.

Hey, everybody at times gets the blues,
When you’re finished you can forget your woes.
I know. it’s a terrible thing to do.
But actually there are benefits too.

©July 25, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton