Summoning Cthulhu

There's nothing so much makes this a bright hour
and gives some meaning to the drab March days
(not to mention inspiring me unto these lays)
as seeing zombies in their fullest flower.
Surely these beings, with their horrific power
will cause us to flee screaming from the ways;
the brains are surely forfeit of he who strays
into the lairs where lurk these beings dour.
But, since this is a sonnet, not a ballad
we might wonder at what else these beings eat,
whether they like brains salted or unsalted,
whether each meal's accompanied by a green salad,
and whether zombies eat messily or are neat;
not to mention whether their drinks are malted.

By George!

I'm president, and so was my good pater,
I'm the decider, I get to governate,
I get to speak and to pontificate,
and bask in the approval of my mater;
I merely smile at each Democratic baiter,
I know how to decide and how to deliberate,
those who dislike me are full of hate;
and anyone who points at facts is a traitor.
I find presidenting is awesome and neat,
I want a nice war, and by George I've got one,
and I just won't listen when you call me a name.
I've got reality and truth thoroughly beat,
this is my hour and my time in the sun,
and, as for the country, well that's just a shame.

the mire of human veins

we are the ones who decide what is the law
we'll make you suffer you will feel real pain
we're just like nature red in tooth and claw

if you speak out you'll have soon to withdraw
all that you've said and you won't speak again
we are the ones who decide what is the law

our symbol is a beast with a huge maw
clamping down on you sucking out every vein
we're just like nature red in tooth and claw

there's no pup here batting with tiny paw
your blood will redden the wide-open drain
we are the ones who decide what is the law

if you're lucky you'll just be beaten raw
you won't be turned into a smelly stain
we're just like nature red in tooth and claw

our purpose is to make you cringe with awe
to deactivate your soft tiny little brain
we are the ones who decide what is the law
we're just like nature red in tooth and claw

Retirement advice

If you want to spent winter at your ease
where the climate is better than just mild
and where there's nothing noisy or too wild,
don't think of Panama, but of Belize.
I know this sounds like a rather odd wheeze,
you don't have stacks of money piled
up at home and you're certainly no child,
but it's the kind of place that might just please.
The plane takes you to Houston or Miami,
the people all speak good English Creole,
for some reason I think there of Black River;
I realise this sonnet's somewhat hammy,
and that you might think I'm just playing a role,
but I'd say it would be good for your liver.

the jewel case

spread of lights below like jewels silver gold
give off a warmth that cannot here be real
the hope and happiness they make one feel
is of a form that's large and uncontrolled
one feels as if one's seen out and unrolled
not normal evidence of the tellurian wheel
but magical expression of the platonic ideal
beauty perfected and fresh from the mould
strings of precious emanations in the night
seen from the high perspective of a bird
transmuted reality the exaltation of power
and all to produce this most noble sight
allow me to express it in a single word
although exhausted and at a late hour

not being a stoic

the name that's spoken isn't one that's known
the speaker seems ashamed that it's his own
life doesn't allow much chance to have our say
but has still its pleasures each fine in its way

the margin for success has not been large
only a fool thinks to win by a straight charge
for slow and clever will usually win the day
but has still its pleasures each fine in its way

what we were asking for we won't soon obtain
but though we hate it we'll all soak in the rain
the life we've got gives not much chance to play
but has still its pleasures each fine in its way

naming the criminal will have but little weight
if he's already out and through the prison gate
the standard gives us but little chance to stray
but has still its pleasures each fine in its way

nowhere but here can we expect much change
opportunities seem always far beyond our range
our fortune doesn't get much time in the sun's ray
but has still its pleasures each fine in its way

we've no need ever to sweat and swink and strain
we won't get paid for injury nor for suffering and pain
the experience puts a cloud over the brightest day
but has still its pleasures each fine in its way

observation with extended view

there's no envy in watching others fail
to see the crack in the hard pyrex shell
to know that they are in a tiny hell
they asked to be ridden out on a rail
and to be thoroughly beaten head to tail
you want to watch as they cast a bad spell
gnats alight brought by the tang the smell
and then a million lapping up the stale
of their insanity we'll be given proof
though others might not want to see it now
the pain of empathy might give us pause
the tide ebbs off the once drowned roof
we give the most relief the rules allow
but are frustrated by the worst of laws

evening time for bed

i watch the numbers fall winter's last blow
the night won't be warm nor the day too cold
the birds and flowers are now becoming bold
we've not seen even the smallest flake of snow
yesterday we saw a dark bird perhaps a crow
on the green grass that's not yet been sold
we see a story here one that's been much told
we wonder why the change still seems so slow
now what i know may not be all that much
i'm not an ignorant type but learning's hard
as you get older and you want some ease
still i know that i've got to keep fully in touch
the way to knowledge is never truly barred
although the saucy muse is ever wont to tease