These two poems by Rachelle Renken seem to describe people we've all met at one time or another
Mature Paroxysm
The voice, the one that haunts
your nightmares, the one that belongs
to the haughty rude old man
who thinks he can control your life,
infest your world with his plague,
echoes piercingly down the packed hall;
an unknown audience to his debasement.
Everyone stops and listens;
his voice grows shrill, louder, contemptuous;
a frantic endeavor to attain
that which he wants.
To me, he is nothing more
than a brusque reminder
of the spoiled rotten tantrum
ridden two year old I left at home.
I thought going to work would offer
some peace and quiet.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Skim the Top
A self-made, hard working man;
now one of the wealthy, entitled,
depicts himself to the elite
with his liberal left hand.
Truth secluded by an austere masquerade;
disposition stunted by decadence,
morals decimated by corruption,
ethics trampled by wants of a despot,
he rules those beneath him
with an autocratic tamper ridden
right hand.
Perhaps if you were to tunnel
the exterior prosperous guise,
you might excavate
the once upon a time gentleman
constrained below the scum crusted top.
* Rachelle Renken is a single mother of two nightmares residing in the little town of Shawanese PA, just a stones throw away from beautiful Harvey’s Lake. She pretends to work full time as a secretary and enjoys creating a variety of arts and crafts.
And here's a link to Harvey's Lake – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harveys_Lake,_Pennsylvania
