John Lyday Poems
|1.||Avocado On Ritz||11/10/2009|
|2.||Half Pint Of Satan||11/14/2009|
|3.||Silence, Sleep And Serenity||11/28/2009|
|4.||If I Could Write A Cloud||11/30/2009|
|5.||The Suicide Of My Young Friend||12/5/2009|
|6.||Walking To The Train||12/17/2009|
|7.||What Crazy Means To Me||12/23/2009|
|8.||A Romp Toward Remission - Collaboration W/ Angie Headley||12/24/2009|
|9.||Ode To The Woman Who Shot Me||1/25/2010|
|10.||Prayer To Despair||2/10/2010|
|11.||Fallen Fruit Of The Persimmon Tree||12/14/2009|
|12.||One More Chance (A Villanelle)||6/4/2009|
|18.||Why I Don'T Write||4/24/2009|
|19.||Colorado Small Town Memories||4/9/2009|
|20.||David And Goliath||4/17/2009|
David And Goliath
A lithesome youth takes to the field.
A stouter heart no man could wield.
Alone he stands against a host.
In front, a single guard they post,
the all-time champion of utter war.
His name is etched in martial lore;
a mighty bear in battle gear,
a giant warrior for all to fear.
Ferociously, Goliath attacks.
David stands but still reacts.
A leather talisman on which to cling,
like a baton, he twirls his sling.
The swirling tempo of his song erupts.
Death is the music that he conducts.
Within a beat, the stone is cast.
Immortal man is dead at ...
I listen to the gurgle of my coffee maker,
knowing that my morning will soon end.
Daylight is temptation to stop sleeping.
Night and day soon begin to blend.
Time is the fiend that must be conquered,
Loneliness beckons me to stall.
A woman such as you would never answer.
If liquor gave me courage to make the call.