I used to stunt like a Stunt man only to lose limbs and then l realized this was not Stunt city.
So l ran off to Gotham city with exception of Bruce Wayne only to live by the illusion of Joker.
I wonder why the stories of many men end up as of one man?
This game we play for oxygen will have you scarred if you allow it to take your breath away so exhale for a moment to really inhale .
So I picked a book shying away from Captain Hook for knowledge is might, l washed the crust off my eyes in order to fly a kite so far l have to reach the sky.
The sunset palette of the evening ends the day
with wounded men in blood splayed fields
drenched in suffering upon our land from anger
could that such an evening welcome beauty
and bliss with peaceful intentions
not the turbulent rumblings of our enemies souls
as we lay scattered, hungry and weary
on our own ancient lands
trying to forget, thankful for another breath
wishing it were not so
we find no purpose in destruction then to stay alive
here at Wounded Knee
crying with our memories, screaming at our dreams
praying for our ancestors to save us in this our hour of need
Please, Great Father, When does it end?
Must we perish from Mother Earth before they are satisfied
Will they ever be satisfied? Must they have it all?
Will our cries in the wilderness be heard?
5/16/20
Contest Action Adventure
Yaaaaaah!
Leaving dust behind
eight galloping hooves,
with no time to stop ‘til it ends.
Just grateful the sun
has dried up the mud,
so cart wheels grip dangerous bends.
Getuuuup!
It’s getting rocky
but not too far now,
I can see the smoke in the distance.
We’ll get there in time,
so keep breathing... hang on...
I can’t do this without some assistance!
Yeeeehaaaa!
We made it! You did it..
So much love for our son.
I keep staring. So perfect and small.
It was a rough start,
but special beginning
of a new adventure for us all!
PoetrySoup contest entry
Theme: Action Adventure
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Life
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It feels so good to be out and free,
jumping hurdles or climbing a tree.
This is what I truly call life,
like in your heart has been thrust joy’s knife,
He runs and plays and shouts of joy,
playing pirates and shouting “ Land Ahoy ”.
Then he comes and nicely sleeps,
until the sun from amongst the clouds peeps.
Again he wakes and plays and runs ,
Therefore he begins again all the funs.
05/17/2020
Action Adventure Poetry Contest
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