Paul Callus Poet Light Verse

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Skeleton In the Cupboard

I’m kept hidden in the cupboard,
always under lock and key;
dare not come into the open
how disgraceful it would be!

I sit cramped, my bones are aching,
a dark secret in the dark;
I can’t even take a breather  
for a scandal it could spark.

I’m condemned to live forever
out of sight from prying eyes
while my master’s troubled conscience
covers up for endless lies.

How I wish for change of fortune
so the truth will all come out.
It would give me back my freedom
then with joy I’ll jump and shout!

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Contest: Whitsun Premier
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placed: 5th

© 22nd May 2017

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Susan Ashley December 19, 2017 at 8:12 PM Oh Paul, your clever and lovely humor, and your personification of the skeleton, has me smiling again.. I seem to smile a lot while reading your poetry :) Hidden secrets tend to be the bane of the holder's existence.. and skeletons have a funny habit of coming out of the cupboard when you least expect it - and dancing for the joy of it! Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan Paul Callus December 20, 2017 at 11:21 AM Once again, thank you for your awesome feedback, Susan! Pity you missed out on the dancing neon skeleton; it will be back soon, once I renew my premium membership. ~ Warm regards // paul

Lynn Marie August 25, 2017 at 4:57 PM Your humour is delightful Paul. I also read the deeper meaning of the effort it takes to 'hide' and wonder why we expend so much energy to conceal. I see a 'skeleton' as a non entity, it only comes to life when we give it power, whereas a skeleton with flesh still has the ability to feel, thus 'choice' is still a hopeful option. ...but that's just me...you made me think and smIle... thank you:)) A uniquely clever poem Paul a cute picture too. Paul Callus August 27, 2017 at 8:53 AM I had no doubt that you'd appreciate the humour and deeper meaning, Lynn; you have an innate ability to read and give meaningful insightful feedback...thank you:) Warm regards // paul

James Inman June 14, 2017 at 8:56 AM Well done Paul, clever and humorous, made me smile. Paul Callus June 15, 2017 at 8:52 AM I'm pleased you found it to your liking, James:)...thank you! Regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen May 30, 2017 at 12:37 PM - A wonderful poem, Paul .... love the humor :))) - A small greeting and hugs // Anne-Lise :) Paul Callus May 30, 2017 at 2:16 PM Thank you, Anne-Lise; your complimentary comments are a pleasure to read:) Hugs // paul

Maurice Yvonne May 28, 2017 at 5:42 PM Love the twist motivated by the dancing skeleton. I guess you kind of have two poems here. Great writing as always. Congratulations on your win. Paul Callus May 29, 2017 at 3:56 PM Thank you for a second visit in as many days, Armand. Glad you found it to your liking. Regards // paul

Lisa Ricci May 27, 2017 at 5:46 AM Good Morning Paul. Perhaps we all have something hidden. Your entry is fine poetry and expression. I very much enjoyed your ending stanza/quatrain for your words say so much which makes the reader pause. Honestly. Well done in its entirety. Enjoy the morning and day. Paul Callus May 27, 2017 at 5:13 PM Thank you for a lovely visit, Lisa; your generous feedback is truly appreciated. I hope you've had a pleasant weekend:) Regards // paul

Freddie Robinson Jr. May 26, 2017 at 8:18 PM Ah, that's the rattling noise I've been hearing all this time, lol. A nice, witty poem, Paul. Good insight poking fun at our unpleasant past deeds. Honest fun poetry. Love always. Paul Callus May 27, 2017 at 4:54 PM Thank you, Freddie; at times it's good to poke fun at other...and ourselves:) 'Honest fun poetry' sums it up well! Regards // paul

Eve Roper May 25, 2017 at 4:21 PM I read someplace a poem it said'" , Grandma says their skeletons in our closets , but i've looked and just cannot find them." this reminded me of that.. Good write, Paul. ~* Paul Callus May 26, 2017 at 3:37 PM Thank you for the 'like', Eve, and I like that quote, too:) Regards // paul

Joseph May May 25, 2017 at 8:12 AM Dropping back with my Congrats Paul Callus May 25, 2017 at 11:46 AM Thanks Joseph. Congrats are also due to you and your high placement. Regards // paul

Andrea Dietrich May 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM I like the personification here. Or I could say skeleteonization. heehee. Do they say skeletons in the cupboard in your part of the world? Mine are in the closet! In MY cupboards lotsa great food! Anyway, I love your poem ,Paul. SEVEN Paul Callus May 25, 2017 at 11:54 AM Thank you for this pleasant visit, Andrea. I use both cupboard and closet, though I have a feeling that the English usually go for cupboard. I also have lots of food in my cupboard, and hungry mouths that go off with it:) ~ Regards // paul

Joseph May May 24, 2017 at 3:44 PM With moves like that it seems his freedom is not far off... :-)..Nicely penned Paul Paul Callus May 24, 2017 at 4:50 PM Thank you, Joseph:) In fact he is dancing for joy because he found freedom in the last stanza:) Regards // paul

Maria Williams May 24, 2017 at 6:16 AM Skeletons have a habit of sneaking out . A very good write Paul and I love the dancing neon skeletons. A7+ Maria Paul Callus May 24, 2017 at 12:28 PM Yes, some skeletons make their way out, especially if a person is in politics...opponents go on the attack by searching out dark secrets!! Thank you for stopping by, Maria:) Regards // paul

John Michaels May 23, 2017 at 5:24 PM Clever write, Paul! Interesting how the last stanza totally changes the tone of the whole poem! Well done. Regards, John. Paul Callus May 24, 2017 at 1:03 PM Thank you, John. The last stanza was added after I stumbled upon the 'jolly skeleton'! Regards // paul

Carol B. May 23, 2017 at 4:56 PM A clever write with a touch of humour :) Paul Callus May 24, 2017 at 1:00 PM Pleased that you enjoyed it, Carol:) Thank you & regards // paul

Elizabeth Kinch May 23, 2017 at 2:10 PM Those skeletons eventually find their? way out. Great write and fabulous picture of a joyful skeleton. A seven Paul. Paul Callus May 24, 2017 at 12:39 PM Thank you, Elizabeth. I was looking for a 'serious' skeleton picture and instead this happy one popped out:) ~ Regards // paul

Lin Lane May 23, 2017 at 8:35 AM This is a whole 'nother side of you, Paul. I think your pen writes extremely clever from all angles. Paul Callus May 24, 2017 at 12:24 PM Thank you very much, Lin. I suppose mood dictates how and what we write, although we often get carried away by the topic of certain contests and their ability to inspire. ~ Regards // paul

Charlotte Puddifoot May 23, 2017 at 5:53 AM quirky write, good fun but with an underlying serious message...thank you for your comment on my work Paul Callus May 23, 2017 at 4:42 PM Thank you, Charlotte; pleased that you enjoyed it. Regards // paul

Supraja Kannan May 22, 2017 at 9:32 PM This is fabulous... Humorous write with a hidden message... I enjoyed it... I love that pic... He is so cute....ha ha... Beautifully written.... A big 7... Paul Callus May 23, 2017 at 4:38 PM Thank you, Supraja. A bit of humour never hurts anyone...and that skeleton sure is cool:) Regards // paul

Ilene Bauer May 22, 2017 at 7:23 PM this is just adorable! i love the poem and the dancing skeleton to accompany it is wonderful, too. great job, paul... Paul Callus May 23, 2017 at 4:27 PM Thank you, Ilene. I, too, fell in love with that skeleton! Regards // paul

Sunlite Wanter May 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM Precious Poem! Everyone has their secrets - and more than one! It's the better part of discretion. LOL Paul Callus May 23, 2017 at 4:17 PM Thank you, Sunlite! I am sure that most of us have a secret or more, but I would not want to live with a dark secret that eventually becomes too heavy to carry:) Regards // paul

Connie Marcum Wong May 22, 2017 at 5:50 PM Paul, I love the humor in this piece. But it is so true that people who have secrets kept buried in a closet bear the burden silently of the weight that comes with keeping a big secret hidden. Indeed freedom comes from not having to carry the burden any longer. : ) 7 Paul Callus May 23, 2017 at 4:04 PM Thank you...Your feedback is right on the dot, Connie! Initially I wrote 3 stanzas, but after coming across the skeleton picture I felt obliged to add another stanza to compliment it. Warm regards // paul