~ Day and night have doors between different realities ~ quote by poet
Children are an infinite
source of wonder and w h i m s y
R e v e r i e has the ability to let thoughts fly
a balance between illusion and reality
The time from the light goes out in the evening
until morning dawns
The darkness is experienced
dramatic and frightening
The ceiling lamp transforms into an evil bat
Mysterious shadows behind the curtain come alive
Scary creatures, sharp teeth and magic
Even under the covers
he caught quick glimpses of the monster
The dangers of darkness
defeats of trolls and dragons
Between sleep and wakefulness a h a l l u c i n a t i o n
A d r e a m can play tricks on us
camouflages itself as a chameleon
V i s u a l i z a t i o n may not have
the words to express feelings
but awakens the child's curiosity
and challenges the i m a g i n a t i o n
When the sun hits the window pane in the morning
(with eyes of fear)
... scary trolls, doubtful in daylight
roaring sans a mouth
she still grapples
for your kiss —
crying seagulls fly
~above the waves passing through skin like sinless sheets,
my piece of the sea
the swells of me
camouflages our gills —
heart also webbed,
by salt maybe
~I cannot hand off this mad buoy,
my piece of the sea
memories docked,
beached on by
the dust of years —
surf's leaving quick and old
~from her foamy lashes where my tears stream,
my piece of the sea
If the big bad wolf had evil eyes or looked the part
Scary and frightening, with an obviously mean heart
We would not be fooled, and life would be fine
But Big Bad Wolf camouflages himself, completely out of line.
He has a handsome face, and clean manicured hands.
He dances a slow methodical foxtrot to popular bands.
He opens the doors, and uses polite words like please.
So unsuspecting innocents do not spot his sleaze.
Juries let him off over and over again.
Because his smile charmed them or their kin.
He looks contrite, some say, we could not convict him.
Thus, the Big Bad Wolf gets to murder innocents once again.
Fear is false evidence that appears real,
It camouflages a true form,
Fear is a raging torment,
It blinds us from the good at every moment.
Fear is an insistent voice that clouds the mind,
It says ill is near and behind,
Fear is a cloud that shields the light,
It sojourns not only at night.
Fear is a suspicious trait,
It says that no one is strait,
Everyone is filled with hate,
And it’s an inevitable gate.
Fear is an ominous perception,
Gloom is its intention,
It is recalcitrant in its appearance,
Only faith can bring total clearance.
Fear is a hanging terror,
It blurs the image in the mirror,
Only resonant confidence
can shatter its residence,
July 23, 2022.
Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
Dawn develops with snowflakes
It also commences with sunny glow
The peak stands with green bushes with some small fleece like folks.
Fleece folks with Liliputs owners grazing with passion.
There is an enormous terrain at the foothills of peak filled with some matchbox like houses.
The lake isn't usual as it is red under a blue sky.
The tulips and roses recite a story of their red colour.
The valley itself is a saga of wonder, beauty and dark reality.
Reality that camouflages behind the greeny bushes.
But tulips and roses are there to recite.
Dedicated to "Kashmir Valley" ( India).
At the curb
Without its mother
Rusty creature
Up to your knee
New born from the wild
Of unwanted chances
Hobbles on training wheels
Pink-perked handlebar ears
Hand written sign
FREE
Dangling by string
Around its neck
Cottonwood freckles
Snowing seed from the spring
Dots the little thing
The mailbox
And manicured lawn
Camouflages
A hesitation
At a honking horn
From our new neighbor
With young kids
Waving to the old
Out the window
Creature
Waits
Looks
Obedient
To the end or another beginning.
She’s part black panther
Who camouflages at night
With glowing green eyes
Truth eludes a man.
Searching eyes.
He finds deceit.
Sunglasses cover.
Rouge camouflages.
Daylight illuminates.
Poison asps.
Drip blood.
A Patch of Blue Embraced
Sunlight
Freckles sidewalks
Summer shimmer light points
Golden yellow sunbeam slices
Leap in celebration
Embrace a patch
Of blue
Raindrops
Speckle rooftops
Umbrellas dot the gloom
Puddles dance in bright staccatos
Trees bow down to rainbows
To find a patch
Of blue
Fog’s breath
Camouflages
The meadow forest’s face
Where spiders shower in dew drops
Tule haze swept away
Opens a patch
Of blue
Lightning
Scented incense
Ozone thunder raging
Elusive storm winds playing tag
Teases clouds make a hole
For nascent patch
Of blue
Moonlight
Paints with silver
Moonglow gilded glitter
Platinum kisses drip from leaves
Looking to quick embrace
A midnight patch
Of blue
6/1/21
Contest: Heptastich
Sponsor: William Kekaula
marsh grass camouflages
a great blue heron feeding~
quietly at dusk
And the last I invented
Was super and honey syrup:
That the time I quit the game.
There's something about you and me
That camouflages the reality of our love,
Yet strengthening the fibre that knits it
You are the kind of girl that vibes me in;
Everywhere I am, your hue covers my eyes
With incomparable beauty.
The stay away was nice,
I even stayed away from bathing.
Heart of Gold
She camouflages her gold
vaulted in smiles
shrouded in humor
glimmers of hope suspended
her armor is made to shield
arrows of affection deflected
Amour was histories last dance
only a pirate of captains rank
would understand this ancient map
splintered shovel may be rusted
sea salt takes its toll
every pirate seeks a treasure
and sails the world to know
where such gems may be buried
alas when you find good fortune
put your feet to land
traverse fields of flowers
and give that gal your hand
Kiss her tenderness, buried beneath
lofty passions
after a heart so pure
treasures to beholden
love often interred far en deep
Nicely naughty and naughtily nice,
Every character has its price.
To be naughty and yet be nice,
Adds to the personality a bit of spice.
Naughty by temperament, nice by choice,
Camouflages the shrillness of the voice.
Nicely thought words, and naughtily executed deeds,
Spread through the garden of roses, like the weeds.
Naughty words are like the straws, which on the river flow,
He who is in search of nicety, must dive below.
END
if we mixed
an unmotivated being with a motivated being,
the inspired soul with an uninspired soul,
the whole city would burn
and it just might burn
it oozes
the fires of love
and our camouflages will be no more
For he has touched your perfect body with his mind
songs we used to sing when we were very young all undone
yet the future seems brighter as it is in the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
Weep when I'm gone if you must
But know it is true if you trust
Death isn't the end of the story
It's just the beginning of glory
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.
No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.
For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me.
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.
It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.
It tells of my youth and boyish ways, my adolescents and my young mans dreams.
It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.
So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.
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