Dandy Lion

03/23/2022

Hell yeah I am back

Like a politician shaking hand and kissing babies,

Or if you don’t like me, like,

Rabies or a scorching case of scabies,

It’s not my fault they want to slay me,

A poetic cross between,

Adolph Hitler and Tom Brady.

A prosaic Belphegor, Maybe

 

Truth is I never really left,

Nor did my love for poet leave me bereft,

Silence is observation,

Watch what was done with the theft,

Slowing just a bit on my quest,

Showing I’ll survive any test,

Feeling like I am quite blessed,

And let’s face it I needed the rest.

 

But with much dismay and delight,

The world must know that I still write,

Wearing the tags that were spit in spite,

But I know what is really right,

No matter what the deluded concluded,

Simply reclaiming my poetic birthright,

Wanting to set my muse alight,

Words that I read, I do not recite.

 

Feeling at home in these poetic halls,

No matter how inane my scrawls,

This redneck poet if memory recalls,

Know his station, and finds elation,

Wind in my sails poetic Squalls

When inspiration comes and calls,

But takes time to rest when it stalls,

And though most of my work appalls,

I write if down because it also enthralls.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love Tom, myself. I think he's the best quarterback to ever play the game and his record and rings seem to confirm it. However, I'm not a fan of the Nazi madman. I am a big fan of poetry though and I'm always happy to see a familiar poet returning to the craft. Keep writing them and I'll keep reading them. I enjoyed the read.

[Quill]

well now this put a wide smile on my face, ear to ear i tell ya, i like the rhymes and the comedic turn, from the start it was hilarious and the end was cool, nice piece.