Best Waiting In The Wings Poems
Sunlight scampers between,
the twigs of naked trees.
And a web of shadows,
dance with each feisty breeze.
A silver sky shimmers,
like cheap carnival glass.
And yet, this fickle Sun's
too weak for blades of grass.
Snow accumulates on
branches that bend and break.
And bow low to the ground
with the weight of each flake.
Sugar maple sap stalls,
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen aren't melting,
frozen in Winter's grip.
Spring's not on stage quite yet,
She's waiting in the wings.
And I can almost smell
the wildflowers She brings.
The colors she wore clashed in confusion.
One sock grey, one sock blue
as her mind wandered ... where?
She never knew her name
called out of the fog.
The blouse buttoned wrong
with sleeves too long
and she didn't belong ... anywhere.
When the fog settled in,
she stared out, turned around
full circle to a stop.
Very foggy now walking into a room
not knowing what to do there.
So, she sat in her coat and hat going ... nowhere.
Later from a hand come into view,
she is led to a closet to take things off.
Faces came and went, strangers all
even those who called out "Mom!".
She couldn't say who she was talking to
and that voice ... was that Her voice?
Who was Her?
Better not to speak at all,
let silence take her ... (everywhere).
Let the fog drape around her soul.
Perhaps tomorrow,
the curtains would close
and she would know
what was waiting in the wings.
They watch, they wait
to see my fate.
never adding nor subtracting
hauntingly and numb.
They wait in the wings
of indifference
to announce my outcome.
My life has been a stage
On which I've played the roles
Of friend and lover to the ones
Who came along and touched my soul.
The play is almost over now,
And yet, my heart still sings
When I turn around and see you
Waiting in the wings.
It's no small part you play,
As you enter on the stage.
The audience will rise and cheer
Your part, found on the final page.
The Master Playwright wrote the script
That brought it all to this.
You come to me, the curtain falls,
As we embrace and kiss.
Waiting in the wings,
You're waiting in the wings.
The part you play is like a dream --
Or like a shadow whispering.
The script is written full of love,
Yet, may seem strange to some.
We're in the final act, you see,
And the best is yet to come.
We stand here waiting in the wings,
Our time to be on stage getting nearer.
There are still a few of you who remember last time we made it on stage,
Quite a drama it was though we never made it past the first act.
We weren't as big then and our numbers fewer, so we lost in that play,
As there were still people prepared to listen to those who knew who we were
And understood how much trouble we could cause.
This time it will be different,
We are bigger now and our numbers are growing all the time,
It won't be long and there will be enough of us to destroy all of you.
And nobody wants to hear about us anymore,
Most of you look to the internet, drugs or alcohol for answeres to your problems.
It won't be long now before the last of those who aware of us will be dead,
And there will be no one to teach you how to find us.
Nobody can ever see us until we are upon you,
It takes other methods too root us out.
Soon they last one with that knowledge will be gone and nothing will stop us.
None of you have even lost a wink of sleep dreaming about us for quite a while.
Not like the the days when scouts and guides were hugely popular and you were all prepared.
Now there are so few who believe in our existance,
Us, your future problems who can only be stopped by those who know
How to extrapolate in order to anticipate where we will be appearing next.
We are counting down the years now and soon it will only be months before
the last one capable of stopping us takes their final bow.
And there will be plenty of room on stage for us
But none for you.
Your voice is trembling,
I hear above the rafters.
The silence that haunted yesterday,
Is new pestilence,
Birthing the lies that creep up behind you,
When you tell yourself, "It's alright".
The valleys and the gorges that you've intended,
Are lattice-shaped hatred with a blade.
I dare not speak,
For I may shatter in the midst of my beloved,
Your beautiful and morbid melody plays.
Play on my dear sweet,
Never would I dream to stop you,
Never would I let you catch me way up here.
The bruises under your eyes change color with the light.
Lavender,
Switch to dark,
Violet,
Illumination,
Lavender.
Rest for thee is untaken and uncherished.
Even now the regal nigh chimes,
Don't remind my beloved for thy beloved will still stir.
Splinters in my palms and no voice,
My breathing coming in too fast,
Too fast...
All at once.
You still play on and on and on,
I wait in the wings.
The whimper from the sweet lips of my love is just as lovely as any compostition,
Any masterpiece stolen,
Any pagan goddess of love and beauty.
Sweet and sad song may lay dead on your lips,
But on mine there has never been anything more delicious.
Words drop swift but haunt hand over fist,
Like your own living conviction..
Almost just as though your abiding death were meant to be.
Quivering countenance and eyes wet with dismay,
Your whim has come to be numb as it may.
Need I change you not.
The unfeeling self loather you have become,
A ghost to most,
A monster to many,
And an eternal paramour to me.
Cast out have I become for you and abandoned everything I own and know.
Living for damnation with you,
The wishes you had are through.
Mine won't be forgotten..
For I will be you.
As you were once me...
Waiting in the wings.
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Fish, milk, cheese and healthy eggs are waiting in the wings.
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“And, by the way, it used to make the beer
brewed here — it is used to make the brewed beer
here in this refine- — oh, Earth Rider,
thanks for the Great Lakes. I wondered
why (inaudible) — (unintelligible).”
~Joe Biden
POTUS
-...and THANK YOU Wynona Ryder,
the Great Pumpkin and RED RIDER BB GUNS for the
Grand Canyon.
Amen