Jumping quickly
out
of known security
into
animation, suspended
above
hard reality
in
momentless time.
Gliding smoothly
through
unknown thoughts
past
unlimited dreams
near
unlived fantasy.
Landing finally
midst
broken dreams
of
desired wishes.
Reflecting quickly
upon
what could have been.
Knowing it never was.
From out of the lacustrine,dense tract, green
Lining the silent mossy forlorn lake keen ,
Came out leaping and hopping,a fat frog ;
He landed and stopped on a reedy clog ,
As he saw the Chameleon on a stem frail ,
Gripping fast the rush with its prehensile tail ,
Croaking and flicking his tongue around,
To relish one and all the insects found ;
He made his own way on the rich moss,
And back and forth on the spread-over grass ;
His acrobatics envied and enraged the rival
Watching silently with rolling eyes since arrival .
The crestfallen had missed his chance thrice
And retracted to sit still like frozen ice -
Having lost to the place his colour and stance ;
Thrill and anxiety did the crux spell enchnce ;
A surly serpent suddenly sprang,as if to mock
Hissing , out of the crevice beneath a rock ;
It was a measured move -a prize catch ;
The victim was more a meal than a match ,
And went in neatly with a suppressed wail ;
The avenged lizard quirked and muttered his hail :
Pride goes pouncing and swooping before a fall ,
Thus to end up with a whimper, defeat and all.
Setting up my YouTube channel is a nightmare
As I’m techy challenged and want to swear
But you poetry soupers have inspired me
To grow and take strokes in social media sea
It’s pretty basic not much there but dreams
My dragon stew animation and a song I sing
Once it’s a bit more than bones to pick
I’ll write another poem and tell you about it
"The sea does whisper to all eternity...just sit and listen" by poet
Shhhhhh!” says the sea
As she rolls and heaves
giving up her energy
In waves of azure blue
surging gracefully on queue.
Her arms of creamy foam
stretching out the miles
where she has roamed
to catch the light.
As I stand in awe watching
in the moonlit night
she whispers to me
“Shhhhhhh!” says the sea
“Then I will just listen!”
I whisper back
“I love you so
when your diamonds glisten."
You say Life is rough
O tell me what makes it tough;
If not of your idiosyncrasy
Life is a rock of intricacy
Room of animation and stagnation
Those must be tasted as abnegation
Yes, even the opulent must travel through
So live it madly or sweetly
And sing it silently or loudly.
Life is dark mode's light
It shines when lit
And overshadows the dark parts
Should you lust for Life's fancies
You'll end up calling it hard
If you spite its idle games that pad
It'll be all right.
Life is a message
And you are the very prophet of your life
Strive, therefore, to preach it to the world with charity
Of worthiness and integrity
For your star to scintillate brightly.
The choice of Life lies where it's courtesy.
Animation I grew up with,
Bride of fantasy stories.
Comedy with action I watch,
Death of worries I snatch.
Earth of penitence is
Fist of imagination I sense.
Girdle of suffocation, I sike
Hinterland of minds, I hike.
Insatiable finds take off
Juggernaut of marvels thereof.
Kommandatura with style,
Love of sequels I file.
Mysteries of lifestyle are not farfetched,
Nincompoops play unwretched.
Over and under a replay of streams --
Posthumously acclaimed.
Quondam penners survived,
Reminiscences of sets --
Sets of scenes and takes,
Travesty of the reclaimed.
Up, up and away
Victory not far away.
Wonders of life in a bucket
Xanadu of strife in a socket.
Yabadabadoo!
Zen of life.
Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat
Ty Tid! Ty Tid!
Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!
DreamWorks Animation released
A film with a turkey-leg feast
And Donald Trump laughed,
"Democrats are daft
to believe that's how palms are greased!"
Low winter sun, cloudless blue sky
fresh blanket of snow
Hell below zero.
I have learned that Adolf Hitler has survived.
He's in suspended animation and will be revived.
Hitler will be released from suspended animation.
His evil and horrible plan will be world domination.
He will still be evil, he will certainly not repent.
He will kill millions of people who are innocent.
But I just heard on the news that something went wrong as he was being revived.
The suspended animation machine has stopped working and he's gone forever, he's not alive.
If Hitler had survived, he would've caused even more terror than he did decades before.
Everybody on the planet should be thankful that he's not around to start a third World War.
Make-up on dressed for work
We all become life’s animation
Soldier’s firefighters Doctors and Nurses
Dressing up so all can see
Costumes like Halloween
Trick or treat money we receive
Television mimics this play we are all in
They call it; action on the set
We watch others playing our parts on TV
Enjoying what we do everyday
Yet they get academy awards
We get to pay the cable bill
They become famous we just go to work
They make millions for acting our part
We get minim wage
The real Heroes of Television are:
You!
don’t call him a baby...
don’t make fun of his tears...
his soul’s tender —
he runs and hides,
under a chromatic beanbag
with a dark emotional spectrum.
when he returns to play Sleeping Queens,* he
sniffles, wipes tears on his sleeve (and yours)
“You hurt my feelings.”
you find yourself not unlike the Road Runner**
sailing off a cliff —
suspended in animation.
the reward of leaning in,
hearing what this little soul has to say,
realizing your fool mistake,
this time taking the time
to explain what his limited mind
can take,
then you hug the stuffings
out of the little ruffian***
but only if you can catch him.
10/24/2019
*Card Game
**Cartoon
***Here ruffian is used as a term of endearment
A wooden pencil's made of lead
A pen is filled with ink
These two insensate objects
Spur my brain to think
The girl has reached the terminal
with rogue cancer cells creeping in the lung,
the pain pulsates in the writhing body
with the last rhythm of the swan song.
The distant drowsy eyes decline to close
lest the final sleep comes uncalled,
takes away the wonderful world from her.
The feeble breath tells the tortured lung :
Don’t give up yet, let’s fight together
until the journey ends at the edge of hope.
Losing the battle she tells her mother :
Keep me in the coldest chamber,
freeze me with all my dreams,
the way you kept me in the womb with care,
till they find the cure for cancer.
I will then return from the depth of cold
and live again in this beautiful world.
May 27, 2019
Today I’m born of,
Dust and the essence of soul;
I’m animated!
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