It builds in me

Anger and frustration

I tamp it down

It smolders

Again it comes

Rising and rising

I try to control it

Red hot

Will it pass

I don’t think so

Bursting now, exploding

Fury

I don’t know where

Or what I am

I shamble along

Hungry

I smell blood

And flesh

Where am I

What am I

I don’t care

Blood and flesh

Are my forever

Intent

2020 David Jacobi

As I gaze around my castle

realizing all my power

I don’t have many cares

But some concerns

The peasants are restless

My wife is frigid

My children can’t wait

Until I die

However, my loyal knights

Will kill everyone

I order them to

It is good to be the king

2020 By David Jacobi

When you are born

It begins

Welcome to the cycle

That includes your death

If you consider

The in between

What can you make of it?

Is there beauty?

Could there be wonder

And joy

With the others

You are with?

There is a window to look through

And a wall to die against

Time well spent

And wasted

Eons came before

And eternity will follow

The time of you

The In Between

2020 By David Jacobi

I close the door

On the full moon

It hangs in the night sky

Like a dream not remembered

I look out the window

As it travels and sings

Glowing there

A reminder of past nights

The evening moves on

As does the grey orb

Filling me with yearning

Shining down tenderness

I am transfixed

Until the first rays

Of the yellow replacement

Sun rise, moon forgotten

2019 By David Jacobi

You hard charge

Then back off

There are curves ahead

Easy goes it

Suddenly

Over you go

Falling so far we can’t

Catch you!

Your orbit has begun

Spinning

Hurtling

Racing

So fast

Tumbling

Rolling

End over end

Until finally

Mama catches you

Nap time!

2011 By David Jacobi

The spring air was so fine

Rare and thin and pretty

As we drove along the river road

And watched as the car flipped

It was upside down

And the two guys got out

Looked around and asked

“Did you see that Robin?”

“First one of the spring!”

We did not see the Robin but

Helped turn the car

Back over

So they could continue their spring drive

What do we know

Us older and grey

About life that’s real

And problems today

Our time passes by

Until caught by our young

At first bewildered

They come to understand

That life is the footprint

Left by a bird

On a beach

When it takes flight

Waves

Wash

Away

We are looking for a drink

And a bite to eat

Into the bar we go

It’s been years since we were here

Everything is different

Moved around, changed

Except the bar and stools

And the huge mirror behind them

Waiting for us

The bartender steps up

And he looks like a caveman

With a 1964 Beatle haircut he is

Shocking, ugly and proud

My brother chuckles

I know something is coming

As the bartender stands there

Hands us menus

My brother, analyzing him…

Here it comes…

“Are you related to a gorilla?”

“Agorilla?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, pretty sure.”

“Okay, I think we’re ready to order then.”

The gorilla smiles

We place our order

2011 By David Jacobi

Do you remember when I

Brought the wounded bird

Into the house

You was so scared

And ran around

I took the bird out

Let it free

You was happy again

Mama

2011 By David Jacobi