A poet

A pompous ass,

just fitting words,

no cover,

no balls to act in life,

just empty promise, 

all lookin good in verse,

but where's the action,

you can be true

or just a spam...

And done.

The Fisher

For winter snow so cold
the lonely tree is waiting,
stripped out of leaves
on this damned backside hill.

Below it is a shallow grave,
just pile of tossed earth
over hidden body,
not so refined or well...

But look at this small branch!
It is a shining pearl -
just hanging there alone
on the fishing see-through cord

It is a marking sign,
wait, no, it's called a signature,
and it is left on purpose,
it's meant so to be found.

If you were brave enough
to dig the hole in the fresh mud
you could see what is said
to be distinguished MO!!!

The fisher did one more!!!