i think i love her

featured in the poetry forum January 19, 2017  :: 0 comments

i’ve been told
by people that
i should smile
more

and on the odd
moment alone
in public i’ll
take their
advice and
see what
happens

enter the
stunning
blonde

she rounded the
corner of the
grocery store
aisle and there
i was, gallon
of milk and
loaf of bread
in my cart

i smiled and
said hello

she kept
walking
without
even
noticing
my
existence

and there
begins the
inevitable
quest that
surely won’t
end well

editors note:

It likely won’t. Ah, but quest we must. – mh clay

politics

featured in the poetry forum October 6, 2016  :: 0 comments

sometimes
i compare
politics to
watching a
machiavellian
play in the
largest theater
possible

there is no time
for honesty or
even a wardrobe
change

the names all
stay the same,
even if the faces
are different

it’s easy to get
disenchanted
and just find
something
else to do

but
eventually

the dystopian
dreams are
your own

and this is what
the poor call life
and the rich call
hell

and there is
no place worse
than the middle

editors note:

Everywhere is middle on the surface of this ball; hellish, indeed! – mh clay

the same mistake

featured in the poetry forum June 7, 2016  :: 0 comments

if your parents
have to go on
national television
to express their
love for you

please
understand
they are simply
in it for the
money

and take a little
piece of advice

don’t have your
own children and
repeat the same
mistake

editors note:

Media appeal inspires parental instincts in our modern world; mistakes are inevitable. (We welcome J.J. to our Contributing Poets with this accepted poem – check out more of his madness on his new page.) – mh clay

a sign of getting older

featured in the poetry forum February 26, 2016  :: 0 comments

i find
myself
each
day
trying
harder
to
listen
for the
voice
of
god

just
my
luck

he
speaks
a
language
that
wasn’t
taught
to me
in high
school

– J.J. Campbell

editors note:

God-speak as a second language? Can’t find that in the classifieds. – mh clay

seek out the lord

featured in the poetry forum December 4, 2015  :: 0 comments

i learned as a child
the monsters under
my bed were there
to protect me

they failed

much like everyone
else in my childhood

they never explained
in therapy how i was
to move on from that

one asshole said just
get over it and seek
out the lord

i grabbed a pen and
decided to take up
drinking instead

most of my former
friends think of me
as a sociopath now

i almost think
about taking the
time to care but
i’m running low
on vodka

more important
matters are at
hand

– J.J. Campbell

editors note:

For some, there’s victory in vodka. – mh clay