Bonus: Poetry - Monorhyme 2

Naked, cold, in moonlight shine,
In forest thick with snow on pine,
My skin so cold, but I resign
Myself to pain and fear, to dine
On flesh, the curse of my bloodline.

Electric fire runs down my spine,
The rippling pain of change, a sign
Of coming transformation - mine.
I'll leave this human shell so fine,
And run free in my form lupine.

I fear when earth and moon align,
A new shape shall my bones assign,
The hair and fur grow long, entwine,
And teeth grow sharp in my jawline,
My temperament no more benign.

To hunt and murder feels divine,
To run and kill, to howl and whine,
My aspect changed to more canine -
Not man or wolf, both shall combine;
The day is yours; the night is mine.

"Help!" Mama cried, her voice not surreptitious.
I fetched my rifle, thinking it judicious
and ran outside, my manner expeditious.

"I saw a werewolf!" Mama said. "So vicious
and with a face so ugly and pernicious
I think we can assume it was malicious!"

Now, normally I'm not too superstitious,
believing ghouls and ghosts to be fictitious.
Also, her breath smelled just a tad suspicious.

"Forgive me, Mama, if I sound seditious.
I know you're quite convinced that rum's nutritious,
but three bottles by noon seems, well ... ambitious."

‘Twas on a chilly, windy night
When my big brother, we’ll call Dwight,
With quivering lip held firm in bite
Turned on our dad’s big Magna-Lite.
He gripped it in his hand so tight
That all his knuckles turned to white,
And with its shining beam so bright,
Stepped through the door of Hooper’s Height.
That bastion of decaying plight
Did stand alone with haunted might
‘Neath gnarled branches bare from blight,
‘Mid shadows spilled by pale moonlight.
Inside, thick webs Dwight had to fight,
While noises did his fears ignite;
Then something moved just to his right!
Old armour from a long-dead knight
With eyes that locked onto his sight!
Now trepidation turned to fright,
And bravery melted into flight.
Dwight ran, feet seemingly alight,
... And never did this tale he cite.

How, then, did I know what to write?
Of course -- I was the knightly sprite!

I refuse to follow Twitter.
To me it’s just a spam transmitter.
I don’t care to read the litter
Tweeted by “Joe Blow” submitter.

Some news isn’t worth the glitter;
I don’t need to hear the chitter
Raised by every dang fencesitter
With a handheld crap emitter.

True milestones befit the titter -
Labor and delivery jitter,
“Waiting for a transplant” sitter.
Update me NOW, you button hitter!

But lose your socks? I will get bitter.
Bored at work? I’m a throat slitter.
Drunk again? Be an omitter.
Tweet stupid stuff and I’m a quitter.

I get into my car
It isn’t very far
The call has left me feeling that this night could be bizarre

I leave the door ajar
Run into Balthazar
That seedy little club where Ceely hopes to be a star

She’s dancing on the bar
And smoking a cigar
While straining over noise I hear the sound of a guitar

I see Miguel’s tip jar
Beneath the jagged scar
That runs along his jaw as he sings “Going to Del Mar”

I leave the music czar
Pass Ceely’s cigar tar
And leave them, thinking false alarms and drama’s who they are

I’ve grown too tired to spar
I’ll travel with Kumar
And only see Miguel and Ceely if it’s from afar

We’ll work at a bazaar
In Egypt or Qatar
And when we get some money saved, we’ll move to Cote d'Ivoire

Was it a fountain that God had made?
The sunbeams through the droplets played
Children would laugh and get wet as they’d wade
And once a day it would sleep in the shade

I remember beside the fountain she stayed
The sun down her hair in a breathless glissade
Which was brighter – the sun or the maid?
Her hands were together as, weeping, she prayed

I ran to embrace her, but her eyes were afraid
The doubt in them left my soul sorely flayed
It was then I discovered she knew that I’d strayed
Each drip of the fountain seemed a bit more delayed

My golden-haired beauty from that moment did fade
She could not accept that she had been betrayed
And soon in the dark earth her coffin was laid
And angels through rainbows in fountains parade

Summer is that time of year
When many men pack up their gear
And head out to the nearest pier
To fish and drink a little beer

Others to the beach stay near,
And some of them are there, I fear,
To whistle, gawk, and -- frankly -- leer
At every passing lady’s rear

Now, doctor, author, engineer,
Accountant, banker, auctioneer,
I beg of you to please adhere
To rules of watching I’ll make clear

First, when a lady passes near,
And you decide to cheer or jeer,
Please make sure she can only hear
Good things, or you will bring a tear

Next, if at some girl you should peer
And say something that’s not sincere,
She’ll see you as a creep, my dear,
And far away from you she’ll steer

But if she sees that you revere
Her looks, and then you volunteer
To help her with the beach cashier --
You might just get a souvenir!

No, again I shan't aspire,
to free myself from this mire,
but wish my soul to retire,
and my feeble flame expire.
For always I shall go no higher,
nor ever reach life's twisted spire,
or walk again its razor wire,
or be consumed by its fire.
For you see, I now tire,
and can not keep the attire,
of the hope life may inspire,
from these depths so dark and dire.
So build at last my funeral pyre,
silence the last mournful crier,
and hide me from life that leering liar,
who with hope did conspire,
to make and mock my life entire.

Her gaze emits a stony glare,
serpent tendrils are her hair,
mortal men would never dare
to seek her out within her lair.
There was a man who did declare,
he used his shield to stop her stare,
then he left without a care
and used her head to cause despair.

With Spring, my love for you was plain
Your beauty made you shine, and entertain
Small kisses - lips, and eyes, then lips again,
Till summer’s lust, like sugar cane -
Sweet and raw, and uncertain,
Gave way to autumn’s gentle rain.

Now winter rips us apart again,
Old age, the harshest ball and chain,
Our glories fade, our lust will wane,
Till all that's left is fear and pain.
I know times pass, I won't complain;
But how I wish you could remain.

In the morn as I awoke from my head trip
Hearing the soft calls of a young bird's pip
I wonder if it's merely a noise or a quip
And proceed to stretch my back and my hip

Thoughts of my dreams begin to slip
Floods and waters rush down my lip
I quench and pine for that warm sip
Of freshly brewed French Roast coffee drip

My pajamas and night shirt off I strip
A white t-shirt and blue jeans I equip
With wallet in hand I rush out in a zip
To the nearest coffee shop on the strip

Past the donut and bakery stores I skip
The all-pervading aroma so tangible I nip
Large vertical golden door handles I grip
"I have come to my haven", I softly yip

Lattes and espressos or java chip
so many choices I begin to flip
the special coffee of the day I quip
and happily and warmly I begin to sip

My whole world is turning blue
The clock slips slowly past two
As I lie here all I think of is you
I can’t sleep if you only knew
And when doctor said the cancer grew
I wished so much it was untrue
It was barely in remission too
I can’t understand why He took you
But someone so strong is among the few
You fought much longer than I could do
I’m sorry for everything you went through
But you gave me a new point of view
And with love always true
I want to say thank you

The sun, at last, had set.
Further north, the land was wet.
The sky was cloudy, dark, and yet
a bright horizon gave a respite.

Night then, with sunset met.
Darker still, as clouds upset
the balance so very delicate.
We soaked in the dance so intricate.

My mind wandered as I let
it return to the time we first met.
You the nurse, and I the vet.
I the master, you the pet.

I kissed you then, though on a bet.
We both won when, my hunger whet
we kissed again, without regret.
A long, luscious, summer duet.

Hold my hand, my crime abet.
Try as I might I can not get
you off my mind. I should be upset
but you are ever my kismet.

There once was a fellow named Larry
who was large and unnaturally hairy.
When people would glare, he
would roar like a bear -- he
would ROAR! It was extraordinary!

He did have a honey, named Sherry,
who, like him, was covered in hair. He
was fond of her, very,
and to make her aware, he
proposed with a basket of cherries.

This gesture he found somewhat scary,
for she might claim to not wish to marry!
But she didn't tarry
in exclaiming, "Oh, Larry!
Of course! Can we get a canary?"

So Sherry and Larry did marry,
and bought a canary named Perry.
When people now stare, he
chirps, "Better be wary,
or, mark my words, things will get hairy!"

What is the worth of a crystal tear
Cried in grief or pain or fear?
What is the worth of all you hold dear?
Is it worth the loss of those who are near?
Is it with the turning year?
Does it make the yearning sere?
What is it worth, this crystal here?

Always either dark or light
Always must be in the right
Depending on her strength and might
Holding sanity’s reins tight
Loss of control causing fright
Haunted by thoughts day and night
Conscious and subconscious in constant fight
Sleep the only escape from mental blight

Always either dark or light
Always must be in the right
Errors to highlight
Corrections to recite
Always must rewrite
Perfection nowhere in sight

Always either dark or light
Always must be in the right
There is no white knight
There is no guiding light
Only feelings of spite

Always either dark or light
Always must be in the right
Obsession never far from sight
Failure has a wicked bite

From out of the darkness comes a face
Amongst the stars and planets; space
A thing that moves with ease and grace
Along the corridors, my path to trace
With relentless intent my existence to efface
My quarters breached, the thing gives chase
I run for life, I pick up pace
Gathering munitions; weapons, mace
All hopeless against the pursuing menace
I seek refuge in a darkened place
Silent, but for a breath, I brace
The door shakes, the metal case
Which held me safe from death's embrace
Now holds me, trapped, alone to encase
My trembling body I start to deface
I claw at my skin with thoughts to debase
My existence in life I intend to displace
Lonely am I my madness does unlace
The deep down horrors and fears of solace
And far from home, this hellish place
Witness my end from this preface

Tell me what I have to gain
What is there to attain
Be so good as to explain
Why one would choose disease to feign

Kindly spare me your disdain
I won’t ask you to remain
I wish my freedom to obtain
Graciously take leave of my domain

I do admire your campaign
From infirmity to abstain
Complete avoidance of all pain
Nevertheless I find you astonishingly vain

How pray tell is it that you train
To be so terribly inane
So oblivious of another’s bane
To take them by verbal coup de main

What I should like to ascertain
Is for what reason you complain
What it is you have to gain
By your need to appear urbane

I find you do however entertain
Detract from the mundane
And lastly confirm that I myself am totally sane!

She holds the wine glass to her mouth and slowly sips.
The moon outside is in an eclipse.
The waiter across the room collects his tips.
The vase on the table holds wilting tulips.

“I guess it has been quite a night, eh?”, he quips.
A vibrant red shade glosses her lips.
Velvet ribbons fall softly on her hips.
She cocks her head and her hair flips.

He feels the soft touch of fingertips
And his stomach slips,
His heart dips,
His brain trips.
He can’t come to grips,
With his woman he worships.
She leans over and pips,

“Stop drooling, you are about to drip”.

She says she's in love, but blimey!
That man she goes with is grimy.
His shirt is torn and his hands are slimy.
The gel in his hair is viscous and limy,
but to convince her of this is quite the stymie.
And also, I say, his life isn't primy,
But still she won't yield, so therefore I rimey.
I understand your poor heart friend, but really--gorblimey!

I thought it be most polite
To not laugh at the guy in skintight
Lycra pants, running the street at night
Followed by police with a search light
Giving elderly people a fright
I’m sure he’ll realize in hindsight
That his idea was not so bright

Today I noticed all the time I spend
Trying to find the meanings of the signals you send.
No more of you trying to make me bend
For the amusement you blend.
On you I will no longer depend,
And against you myself I will defend.
I hope you realize my hand of help I will no longer lend,
And my presence you’ll miss when you start to descend.
Your perfect little world, just so you know, will end
Because it was I who made it ascend.
I am ready to move on and I can now commend
Myself for the freedom of a bad trend.

Please calm me now, for the deep fear is here
The austere guard has abandoned his post, now a breach to my ears
His main objective was forfeiting reality, protection always was near
I've known no words would get past, not for decades beyond years

But now he's gone, slowly failed, he's dissolved, disappeared
He can't fight off your words, my heart's barrier is seared
Inducing the untempered hot fall, a suited army of scorched tears
Left alone is the filtered memory, now a last souvenir

Intertwined sense knows the real problem, it's your words that I leer
Spilling profusely from your mouth, your disputations interfered
I won't replace the guard, his position is cleared
The guard will be obsolete, for someone worthy to hear