Two attempts, both pathetic

I’m finding it hard to write a poem GAILY;
the words all seem pathetic and TRITE,
the opposite of being in the bounteous spaces of a HAREM,
more like trying the thickest dough to KNEAD.

GAILY? I’m finding it hard to write thus;
TRITE and pathetic is all the words seem – a
HAREM of bounteous words I’d like, not
KNEADing what appears to be unmalleable dough.

Trail of Breadcrumbs


CRUST and crumbs of worm-riddled bread litter the floor under the table.

SHALL it always come to this? Ill-gained grains ground into meals of emptiness?

WILL You slake your thirst in vain from rusty, leaking faucets with broken pipes?

DWELL upon the hill where fresh rolls, dripping with honey and butter, are served daily.

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A Reckoning

ADEPT in ordering our affairs, or not, yet comes the time:
PLEAD with our maker, if we can name him, for healing, for more days.
COMET appears and carves its warning path. A table of precepts,
DECALog’s worth, arraigns, heralds judgment, forces pleas for grace.