Some days are more productive than others. This is the third one I started last Thursday.

Beauty, skin deep

He's one lazy eye and a leg that limps
Past arthritic joints, a builder's bum glimpse
Simple distractions from what lies within
The joy of a life you might share with him 

Breathe his expelled air and feel his presence
Hear the weighted words that speak his essence 
His pock marked visage, may it shield from you 
That rare breed of man whose heart will stay true

Imagination, cast ugly aside
If you answer yes, you will be his bride
He'll pucker his lips, your promise to keep
Revealing your dream: a beauty, skin deep

Another one prompted by observing an argument:

Listening skills

Close mouth
And breathe
Open ears
And please
Try to look
As if you care
Are interested in
What I have to share

I've already had
Am truly blessed 
With your thoughts
Firmly impressed
On my still resisting
Under strain
Screaming, dreaming
Addled brain

Imagine, I implore!
My ideas could
Be equally good
If only you would 
Start believing
I had anything
Worth leaving
At your so sure door

This poem was written yesterday while observing group dynamics first hand.

The put down

When the right of reply
Is refused, now time's out 
Real debate disappears 
Or is struck dumb by doubt

Then, a bullying tone
Can kill inspiration
While just one sideways shrug
Can snub aspiration

So blunt and ascerbic
Is the perfect put down
Watch it poison goodwill 
Will it topple the crown? 

Let's not play this war game
We're wasting precious time
Stand up and be counted
While we still want to rhyme

What's worse than knowing? Not knowing?

I started writing this poem a month ago and its half finished status blocked me from writing anything else. So, today I've finished it.

The demon

Fear eats into the heart
Chomping through beating tissue
Till eyes that are red raw 
Doubt that she can trust you

Watch the darkening cloud
Sadness settling on her brow
What was a steady path
A blind man's stumble now

Hear the pain of her cries
As your vows evaporate
As the demon strolls in
On time, but far too late