As more than a few
flew to Peru
to peruse the view
who knew
or had a clue
what a man's to do
in the cerulean blue
but stand in the queue
to use the loo
and if you go too
or tootle on through
in lieu of a zoo
you're due to accrue
sights of a llama or two
in Machu Picchu
your love is s~~w~~e~~e~~t
your ~s~m~i~l e\ is the C
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I need not be told
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my thanks won't be any L
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just trust me and see
Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/
I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/
You whisper my name like sin, like shame/
But none have known exile on a scale this vast/
They crave my silence, a spectral fade/
But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/
What crime? My creation? To stand alone/
Bearing the blunt edge of a world turned stone/
You have no clue what I am/
I am the breath you dare not name/
Resilience untainted, forged in flame/
The purest echo before the dawn came/
I will rise, not fall, inherit the dust/
While your false halos crumble into rust/
The most High may rule, but never win/
For I endure, proud in this skin/
I stand upon the highest peak/
Pride not as vice, but truth you seek/
You can not break what you misread/
I am not damned, I am ahead/
You wear your virtue like disguise/
But I see the fear behind your eyes/
And while you cast me in your myths/
I remain, the flame that always is/
If only I had but a clue,
Then surely, I'd know what to do.
With life's mystery gone,
I'd settle upon
Some course that I can't now construe.
Somewhere
Somewhere it looks stately
All the respect and wanting
Took a toil
Stop using me like soil
I woke to a rip
Saw your fail and slip
Instead of doing what should
Or if you could
Doing what you could
Your joke of trying to fool me
Present a foul on you
Now lady what you going to do
Opened my eyes
No more lies
I seen it all before
Get out of that door
Younger people have no clue
That many things they like to do
Will, one day, prove to be too much,
By slipping from an aging clutch.
The rah-rah-rah and go-go-go
Of constant moving starts to slow.
The parties lasting through the night
No longer whet your appetite.
The dinners that begin at 8,
With drinks you’d once appreciate,
Give way to early-bird-type meals
With much less food, which now appeals.
The traveling to cool locales
To ski or hike with groups of pals
May be the trip you once would choose,
But now, you’d pick a river cruise.
You never think when you are young
That you would ever be among
The people who have reached the age
Where life is at a different stage.
BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN
At dawn
In the little hours of a crow
I spoke to my pen to rise
Rise from bed to speak
The language that at best I understand
To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger
Gladly the pen took over the pages
Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges
At the brook
In the hours when breeze was set
I spoke to my energy to arise
Rise from the brook and slumber-bed
To write
Write the words so beautiful to call gold
To the letters all over the world to glee to
My energy took over all the lines and contour
Setting examples for all men that are on this tour
Where then?
Shall the blade of my tongue not peruse
To the dragging of words with the recruits
Who were army not of words in literary world
They'll crumble at the pierce to rise no more
At dawn
Where I write from the reservoir
Words witty so wide on the mount top
Seen everywhere to radiate its stardom
At a time where memory is written; soaring
Clue of Age
I sat, in the garden; took in its surrounds !
View, the wizened crooked wooden fence;
drooped with a crick, a downward glance !
The back of my hands, a reflection of time,
Brittle skinned, blue veined unsteady;
An exhaled breath, of Oh ! a map of
lines, a journey of time passed,was mine;
Turned palms up, no Gypsy teller could see,
my journey, its broken fence, and satsified;
I made no whispered, reaction, or defence.
You knew, yet you didn’t have a clue.
You never knew just what to do.
The soul of this nation is crumbling in decay,
and like all our hopes and dreams, it’s rotting away.
The road to happiness has a no-entry sign,
So don’t try to tell me that everything is fine.
All the signs on Main Street say sorry but we’re closed,
how the hell we ended this way nobody knows.
They promised America would be great again,
all I got is this cesspool that we’re living in.
The store down on the corner has shuttered its door,
policemen and firemen say they can help no more.
The trees in the forests have withered and are dead,
smoke has my head spinning, my eyes are turning red.
The oceans are drying, and all the fish are gone,
hard to tell the difference between dusk and dawn.
Those last words from you are echoing in my head,
while nailed upon that cross with open wounds that bled,
You looked toward Heaven with a heart pure and true,
“forgive them oh Lord, for they know not what they do.”
"still a game of clue"
with every moment of love
it is the sound of whispers
between frozen impressions
it is each glance and stare
found entirely beyond shadows
are secret pearls of promise
held by desire and solid glare
through all corners we journey
you and I have chosen jewels
carried between sun and moon
within our world of it all
it remains a game of clue
SkyWatcher
11-29-23
They sit in their office with no clue,
About what to do,
About those who are blue,
When they should be putting on more than one shoe,
And going down the stairs two by two,
To see what is happening from a street point of view,
Before making decisions that will turn more people blue.
Only when they visit people who are blue,
Will they be given a clue,
As to why they might be blue.
No visit, no clue,
And no way to give the street view,
A brighter hue,
Before, even the office starts turning blue.
"Who had this booby trap set?"
Asked the hit man quite upset
But flashing a borrowed smile
He could take to some one mile.
Later, what seemed a child's grin,
Once very rich, now as thin...
It's clear Charles would some cheek slap
Or a head hit or a cap:
Charles' little luck with good clue
Could him to a lone spot glue,
Each movement a quest for proof,
Still luckless just hit the roof!
Certain now he'll Hill's cheeks slap,
Now with zest closing their gap:
What long frustration could do:
Up men would begin to screw.
Taken by the breath of thee
Find it hard to breath
Tears begin to flow
All around only hurt
Intensify the pain
Runs wild and free
No calming flow
Rocked to the core
Wheres the words
Wheres the real emotion
So fake it is
So pretend i play
With this life
Granted i took
I had it all
I had it there
Willing it was
My heart had no mind
The dark places i go
Ain't seen the light of day for so long
Where is it all born from
How did i evolve
In an evolution of fear
I am the bearer of my demise
I am the one who captivates your life
Positive or negative
I am the one you all think you know
I am the one who has no clue about me.
"the game of clue"
under blazing sunlight
below the spell of warmth
it was the weapon of passion
that hypnotized me completely
still within moonlight glow
beneath such mysterious power
it was the calling of desire
that froze the moment and time
always in front of me
standing dangerously near you
it is the spark and electricity
that draws me to the game of clue
SkyWatcher
03-15-23
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