Bubby's Books

image courtesy of Magpie Tales

The books you left behind are mine to hold

I read your notes and hear you speak to me

You treasured them as some would treasure gold

They brought you to a place where you were free

From you I learned that in my words there's magic

That beauty can be conjured from the tragic

From you I learned the value of my mind

The greatest gift that you could leave behind

submitted for Magpie Tales 66

Unsaintly

photo courtesy of Magpie Tales 65

You see yourself a saint, don't you?
One of God's true little darlings?
If Fioretti were writ new
You'd have roasted all the starlings.

You must believe that you are right
You act with venom and with spite
That cross 'round your neck is a joke
I hope some day it makes you choke.

submitted for Magpie Tales 65

This is my first attempt at a Rispetto poem. It's been revised several times already to fix the meter!