The Good Man (An Unrhymed Villanelle)

The good man does what he can

And though it’s never enough

He’ll still do more.

Changing oil, giving money –

But not time – to cancer funds;

The good man does what he can.

Perhaps he’ll get laid off

But have enough saved up to be secure –

He’ll still do more.

He won’t sacrifice his family

He won’t sacrifice his job

The good man does what he can.

Though so many things

Distinguish him from great

He’ll still do more.

Driving kids to soccer practice,

Or signing a petition;

The good man does what he can

He’ll still do more.

Poetry & Song

The lonely ones write poetry and song,

Bleeding out their hearts through pen

They look to belong.

Nights compared to day are always long

Staring at the clock and asking when.

The lonely ones write poetry and song.

Verse will make the weak will strong

Next time, over and again

They look to belong.

Finding the right verb just might prolong

A twinkle in the eyes of women, men.

The lonely ones write poetry and song.

Minds chaotic, faces long

Holding breaths, some count to ten

And look to belong.

A copious and tragic throng

Composed of souls struck now and then.

The lonely ones write poetry and song;

They look to belong.