Gregory Huyette Poems

Remember that raucous laugh, often too loud
That could bother a few or bolster a crowd.
Then that sense of humor that would prevail
Replacing that old grouchy man’s veil.
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The more you know about something,
The more you know
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I seek but a dash of water to quench my horrible thirst.
I scour dumps for scraps as my children’s stomachs burst.
I have so many enemies like angry ground and skies.
I know not why I’m chosen the one that they despise.
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In that moment between undone and done,
I don't give a damn thought…not one.
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I wake up and pinch myself;
It seems like a fantasy.
I’m a very lucky elf
And forever hope to be.
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A purple sky with
Its premature night
Arouses the breeze and
Sends it to flight
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My eyes, hands mouth caress each supple breast.
I have no choice, but to admit I have become obsessed.
Even when I imagine them, my breathing will increase.
My desire is that this fire will never, ever cease.
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If you can’t laugh at yourself a lot,
You’re not enjoying the life you’ve got.
The greatest source of humor on earth
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Oceans are almost empty, mountains flat and the sun has lost its sheen.
Summers swelter and winters freeze as peoples seeking shelter are brought to their knees.
Glaciers disappear like paper thin lace leaving bone dead rock in their head stone space.
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An answer is money.
Another is power,
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