The December Featured Poet is

John Frazee

Please feel free to email John at: johnfrazeexxx@yahoo.com

INSIGHT

Using words as a weapon to get your way
With a well crafted phrase you chose to recite
As you glance hauntingly with that long black stare
Passion was the fire you had hoped to ignite

You’ve been around long enough to know better
To show up at the door without an invite
By stoking the flames within her troubled soul
This was what not the riot you planned to incite

The first few moments set the groundwork to come
There’s that look in her eyes you hoped to excite
You sensed all along that this was meant to be
Life’s not worth living without sacred insight

CAPTURED

You’re trying desperately to mind your own business
The very last thing you are looking for is trouble
You must lower your lids as to avoid eye contact
With each fleeting moment the danger seems to double

Outwit your pursuers, always keeping them downwind
Learn to survive; the rest is just filling in the gaps
Outliving others becomes a large part of the game
A basic rule of nature is keep away from traps

Some things learned in life are very easily dismissed
All of life’s lessons one day you will find credible
Untaught in classrooms, is survival of the fittest
Lesson number one, avoid the inevitable

It glitters, shines and sparkles luring you further in
You can’t help but find yourself totally enraptured
It’s a matter of time, a course in futility
There’s no escape, it’s far too late; you have been captured

A.M. AGAIN

I woke up late this morning
My hair tied in a knot
Somehow my slippers soaking wet
And the coffee’s not even hot

This A.M. started out all wrong
And I’m looking for a fight
I wish I could remember who
I went dancing with last night

Once I had such hopeful plans
But plans often go askew
Now I can’t find them anywhere
I just haven’t got a clue

I ran to see my best friend
To find out what I had done
He said I’m no friend of yours
And went to get his gun

I went off searching high and low
For a friendly face to find
But all my former friends would say
Is ‘man, you’re not our kind’

Got to figure just what I did
To sink to this level of disgrace
To make every living soul I know
Want to slap me in my face

I finally discovered why
I was eyed with such disgust
The fault lied with two pals of mine
My friends called alcohol and lust

John Frazee resides in Boynton Beach, FL, USA (temporarily). He has the impression, that like the infinite number of monkeys at the infinite number of type-writers, someday he will accidentally create something worthwhile. He relies on you humans to evaluate the results of this experiment.

He has been published in Skyline Magazine, OMNI Magazine, Twice the Terror: The Horror Zine Anthology, Death Head Grin Anthology, My Word Wizard and Aphelion.