hap rochelle Poems

I watch her walk away
with anger in my eyes
and venom on my lips
but an outstretched
...

a look that demeans
and a kiss that stings
yet she enthralls
lovely and small
...

a beguiling smile
masks a vile bile
I can never encroach
on her tainted approach
...

the still, clear voice of conscience
may leap to blame
and shout out 'shame'
...

Snidley Whiplash has evil designs
he plots and his vile sneer shines
while tied to the track
or stretched on the rack
...

a bright full moon
clings to the stars... lovers and
their shadows merge
...