Drifting over field and fence,
Cautious, as gently falling snow,
Settling quietly on the frozen lawn,
Eyes blue, like Southern Atlantic ice,
We watched you watching us,
Giving you needed time,
And, in time, you approached,
Slowly, nervously drawing near,
Slender, almost frail, hungry,
Perhaps, just in need of a friend,
Silent, emotionless, resilient,
Battle scarred and war torn
We reached out our hands,
You laid down your shield,
We provided shelter,
We gave you hope, faith
Before his virgin eyes, she was made whole.
There, secret makes transparency the goal-
For pain to learn of gain's worth,
With regards to value's birth
In respect to caring such daring soul.
Vicious eyes' light treads not on cautious lane;
Darkness befooled trust's will and cover sane-
Treasured joy embraces tears...
Lies fair; affectionate cheers
When dead living faith lacks comforting gain.
Watch the cautious songbird, afraid of the night,
Travels never lasting to capture the light.
She shuts her eyes, ‘fore daylight dies, she’s bound to the sun.
And then she hides, a branch so high, to rest ‘till night is done.
Watch the cautious songbird, who treasures the day,
Wishing sunlit valleys could take her away.
She tries to float, with heaven’s notes, which carry all her weight,
But she won’t know, the stars that glow, so cautious is her fate.
Watch the cautious songbird, who sang in her range,
Pretty wings were wasted since she never could change.
At times she woke, at night’s approach, but never saw the moon.
Her days have passed, her terror lasts in the feathers of ruin.
In times like these dark times anxious
men and women of the land will pace.
Back and forth, and forth and back, like
the endless cogs of machinery.
To what purpose now? We spoke,
believed the best of Fellowman and
friends. But what of man's Best Friend,
a momentarily forgotten pet?
Anxious Rex, seated near an open
window, looks as if to see a horseman
plodding up the path. Perhaps he bears
news of food, with cautious dogs in tow.
But what becomes of us, we ask.
In silence Rex meditates, replies with
eyes--his steady out-of-window gaze
signals us to hope for better days.
Be cautious of which little bird you listen to.
Some birds bring joy and delight.
They are the ones everyone wants to hear.
But they are more scarce than the negative Neds.
Negative Neds are instigators
Stirring up trouble,
sometimes telling fabulific lies
anything to stir you up.
Before you get cockeyed and crazy
remember all birds are not the same.
Some want world peace.
The others want frenzy and havoc
and they will do everything they can to aid that along.
Your blind back lacks familiarity.
Beside me you sit, chest rising,
as if you were real.
Your hand outstretched in expectation,
mine carefully curled in.
Now a sudden squeeze, so rapid a grasp.
My pale heartbeat pounding on edge,
as if your bending breath
could tip it over.
I see your once-far-away face afresh,
each line intertwined with
the plastic past.
Your mask is sloughing off the dirt of hurt.
Cautiously, I see an allusion of
a new you.
Who will I begin to become
as I timidly take in your
refreshing reflection?
Will you stay long enough
for me to someday soak up
the luster of uncovered love?
9-13-2023
There once was a cautious weird man named Berm
He was mortally so afraid of germ
No girl did he ever kiss
Saying I won’t get sick miss
Pressed her lips with fingers, thought there’s no harm.
_____________
May 14, 2023
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : Funny, Bawdy Or Humerous Limerick
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
A case of pretense to a reticence?
A once brave voice could make no sentence:
A cool one-thousand–words–per-minute
Politicians pushed to The Senate,
His subject of restless focus: Tax,
For two hours on Tax, still not lax
And this Cordless Tongue would strength not Wax.
While his eyes Messages of Fear fax;
One might think he had seen steely knives,
A wish to again kiss his dear wives…
Yes, Spencer had been a talkative,
Upper and lower lips active;
An all time YOU MAY LAWYERS CONTACT
But right here and now suing for tact.
Be very cautious about what people feed you ~ whether food or words.
November 26, 2022
The cautious clown
hides his
crestfallen frown
behind his
Intricate crown
of color.
Never letting
his true self
fully seep through
the cracks of
vulnerability.
frogs and pupae dip
Into the filthy fathoms.
When birds sit on roofs
birds fly high and die
airplanes casually crash ~
within vital cells
jets plow proudly
calamitous hoppers cleave ~
bombs blow balloons
none responsible
wars fought won laurelled and lost ~
cool clouds camouflage
23 October 2021
I’m only human
known to have put
my foot in my mouth
more than a few times
it’s why I hesitate to speak up
I fear regretting things I might let out
funny thing ~ I don’t remember once
ever needing to apologize
for saying something nice
AP: 2nd place 2021
My child…
My child newborn
Feels earthly warmth
My joy abounds.
My child now young
Hears yes, no, maybe
My sky’s the limit.
My child gains stature
Sees viewpoints, images, illusions
My world surrounds.
My child still cautious
Speaks mirrored words
My heart swoons.
My child reaches wider
Investigates with why
My brain electrifies.
My child examines afar
Investigates with why
My being sparkles.
My child now wiser
Thinks balanced wants more
My presence explores.
My child grows adult
Remembers related times
My love abounds.
September 18, 2020
For Piipar and Robert
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