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Grook Fear Poems | Grook Poems About Fear

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Fear Not

To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.



NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars Remain Silent.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014



Details | Grook |

Magumbo

O' so you are lost?
alone, frail, and tossed?

I see you there
threaded and bare
yet you walk along my twisty road

Are you not afraid lost boy?
Are you mad with the fever?
Know you not that this leads down to the River?

The river, the river of tears from lost little boys
where they float along, dead as dead little toys?

You are lost little child
alone among my skeletal wild
the wood and the snakes
the fears and aches
and you, just a lost boy, know nothing

O' yes, I see
you have no fear of me
But I am Death
I eat your breath
do you not fear me?

"No.  I am lost alone.
But you lay no claim to my flesh and bone.
For I am not just a little boy?"

O' you are not?
then what are you, lost little boy.
Alone in my wood
in bed you be you should

"I am not at the end of my rope.
My name is Hope."

Ah.  then you are not mine.

Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2008

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Bedding Down in the Colding

For the first time 
since the end of Summer, 
Mr. Nobody wears his socks to bed, 
a sad admission that 
things were going to get worse. 
Can't count on the 
warmth of mother nature's breast 
to keep his mammalian nature intact. 
When he wears his socks 
and he pulls the thin duvet and the 
extra purple woven Dacron blanket 
up over himself he feels 
warm enough to sleep. 


The cat, Missy, who sleeps on his bed 
wants to go out. This is Mr. Nobody's worse fear, 
like a fear of urination
a fear that keeps him from resting. 
Mr. Nobody throws off the blankets, rises, 
swings his legs over the side of the bed 
and rests his feet on the cold wood laminate floor. 
He shuffles to the door 
Missy follows. 
Opening the back door, he feels 
the dread of the betrayal. 
Missy scoots out. 


Now, before he can sleep, Mr. Nobody has to remember 
to find her and let her in again, realizing now that 
William, the male cat had been let out earlier. 
He will have to recover them both.
Mr. Nobody doesn’t know why he cares so much 
about the discomforts of the cats. 
He doesn't know if they suffer the terrors 
of the failing pact with nature as much as he, 
probably they do not. 


Mr. Nobody returns to bed, pulls the cover-sandwich package 
over his legs then over his chest. He rests, 
planning to rise in an hour to go out and find the cats. 
Mr. Nobody is certain that when he calls the cats 
after an obligatory time
they will agree to follow him, 
almost as if they know what's 
good for them.

Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Grook |

To Describe a Perfectionist

Let's see. It's someone who
on a successful day,
frets over a second of failure or two.
A pessimist, others may say. 



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Date: 20 / 01 / 2017

Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2017






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