on ...
those "some" days
u smile
u wink
u laugh (pity)
sing, maybe
get the "gotta" done
baby steps
(babies can't walk)
still ...
place each foot
put IT on -
the mask
the act
la grande scène
you've perfected it
yeah ...
takes years
but u get it down
HAVE 2
cuz if they
knew what churned
within ...
or, even worse
what DIDN'T
they'd freaking bury
your sorry
aching
empty
ass ...
without 1.
consecrated.
tear.
on ...
those "some" days
u smile
u wink
u laugh (pity)
sing, maybe
get the "gotta" done
baby steps
(babies can't walk)
still ...
place each foot
put IT on -
the mask
the act
la grande scène
you've perfected it
yeah ...
takes years
but u get it down
HAVE 2
cuz if they
knew what churned
within ...
or, even worse
what DIDN'T
they'd freaking bury
your sorry
aching
empty
ass ...
without 1.
consecrated.
tear.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, November 30, 2022
cool waters gurgling
across seven soft sandstones
coy crawdads cache
written January 17, 2022
written for "Nature Haiku with Alliteration" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
syllables checked by PS
A sunset, pixilated, colored RGB,
a virtual bit world envelops me.
Watch .gif waves break upon a gravel beach,
in endless patterned loop Mew glide and screech.
Each click leads to another, yet unplanned,
connected all by fiber optic band.
As users pass with only offered tweet,
hash tag emoticons, each is so sweet.
Sound in MP3 and addictive chat,
all input loads in digital format.
Adrift in the world, internet my link,
a dance of keyboard in a hi-tech prink.
No further need of bio world to be,
just digital internal cache of me.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
1/9/16
Hidden by glasses dark and thick, what color, the eyes that glimmer?
I often wondered at the intellect hidden deep in those orbs.
Wondered at the mystery that laid back head tilt simmers,
what wife, what child, what family, what allegiances absorbed.
His cheeks are full, his brow is high, the classics he's informed,
but where is his better half, his Juliet, his ritual, his core?
He's cashed away the faceted bits within a dragon's hoard.
Will he ever remove his mask, only Ghanesha knows
yet, I know this, he's one fine chap, his kindness's underscored.
The Poet's name is Kash/Cache/cashed all sound the same in Englsh
hope this play on words is ok.