An ode I offer to the foulness
Molded in subtle contour along my way,
Bejeweled by winged metallic settings -
The crowning achievement of my day.

To what aesthetics might I lay claim?
There is no novelty I see -
Only the stink of mediocrity
Aborted into temporal fame.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

There she is,
A hormonal quiz,
Filled to the brim with pleasure,
Molded clay,
In a sumptuous way,
A genetically aesthetic treasure.
She’s too dumb to know
That her season will go.
But she knows that her fruit is in season.
So she teases the boys,
For the pride of her toys.
And for them it’s a good enough reason.
For, a cherry to pluck,
The sweet juices to suck,
Is an undertaking truly delicious.

Boys, never stop,
Till you harvest a crop!
Boys, always be ambitious!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Anubis  

Anubis, are you waiting in the shade,
Watchful until the four quarters align,
Impartial until my heart has been weighed?
You, who mortals and gods dare not malign!
I think I see you where the roads divide,
Waiting to part the light and open night
And lead me to where tranquil waters flow!
Guide me onward then, to the other side!
To Osiris with your terrible might!
Then at your direction, westward we go!

~ Daniel F Mitchell