Errant Lackey's
Erroniously Labor,
Over Big Boss Butts!
Searching for the
Special Spot to Kiss
As if Lips were
Made for that.....
........JMF 9/29/14

A Tongue to kiss a Special Person.
A Tongue to Hiss a bad performance.
A Tongue to lie, to those you love
A Tongue to Shout to the sky above.

A Tongue to twist Promised words
A Tongue to console those who deserve.
A Tongue to quote a campaign speech
A Tongue for Temper tantrums screech.

A Tongue to lick a juicy peach
A Tongue to taste a vintage wine.
A Tongue to Laude a Life so Full
A Tongue to lick a fudgecycle

A Tongue to please something bare
A Tongue to lick a nice spot there .
A Tongue to pray to heaven above.
A Tongue to softly Speak of Love.....JMF 10/24/2014

Undaunted by the lack of sound
Waits patiently for answers bound.
A tiring task that puts to will,
The asked must have time to ****.
To spend so much time to ignore,
The message knocking at your door.
A lingering persistent knock,
That ticks away like the clock.
Passing one moment to the next
Each minute ads to the one before.
And still the question is ignored......JMF 11/8/14

The Hit of Window Pane
Colors trip within my Brain.....

The Morning breaks Gray,
Nothing to do, Nothing to say.
As it begins, the Mist seeps in,
Writhing and Twirling
Like Tendrils of wind
Caught in a dust devil,
Made of Mists so thin.
Where does this mist end,
And I begin, feeling it.....
.....seep into my skin.
I walk through a Hall
And with each Foot Fall
The sound smothered by Fog
Echos in Silence, Off of a Bog
Foot Falls go on and on
Searching for a Dawn
A break that would clear
To let the Light Near
But each mist that's light
leads back to the Night
Of Eternal Darkness.....JMF 1/13/15

Bridled with Ire
Your words say your a Liar
Saying your my Friend
Means nothing in the End
The truth of the fact
Lies in the way you Act
The vipers in your life
Whisper Lies for you to hear
Their venom numbs your heart
So now you play their part
Afraid their words are truth
You draw away forsooth
Fear you will be shunned
By the Lying Cheating ones
You say you are my friend
But I don't feel it in the end.....1/24/15

words
no words to find
of any kind
as though they
all flew south
they don't come from pen
they don't come from my mouth
they lie around like Dust on an old tractor
or the dust that rises like a cloud from the silo shoot
when you feed the livestock
or the words spray painted on the sides of rail cars
as they roll on by like the unused words i have accumulated
as if I can hoard them away for a future Poem,
when i can't find a use for them now
what do you do when your at a loss for words
out in the field i should lie letting the crows peck out my eyes

Ten Words are so Aligned
To Flow into your Mind....

At the top of the Mountain there is a Lightness in the air...

Sounds of the wind speak to the crags of the Mountain...

In echoing silence and soft murmurs, Whistling an eerie tune...

That shakes the souls of Men, to the Ground as it reaches their ears...

Burdened down by the struggle of the Journey, They don't realize...

That they Stand within Lightness...                     JMF 9/26/14

Withered Old Man,with a Gnarled Old Stick
Seeks the Old Root Man, Mandrake for to Take
Sorrel and Wolfs Bane, Night Shade and Jace
He Scours the Woods for Potions to Make

His hunts through the caves, for Crystals so Clear
Lapis lazuli Azure Stone, Dug from Earth So Rare
Bones of Hart strung with Sinew and  Nuggets of Copper
Bones Carved with Ancient Signs and Wizardry

Wand of Willow, Feather of Owl,
In Darkest Night with Hooded Cowl
Arcane Language made to Howl
Calling Down the Soul, of the ******

With Enchantment the Soul is Sent
On Evil Missions So Hellbent
To Wither the crops and curse the Fowl
Of those in Hatred flesh embowled

T'is heard he moves as a Dark Shadow
Lending Fear to weakened Brow
A Pox upon your beating Heart
A knot within your Bowels

But many among the Land
See an old man with a Withered hand
Who hunts the woods and hills
Finding things to heal your Ills.....JMF 11/26/14