At a rock climbing party,
It’s cool to observe
Both the kids who are cautious
And those who have nerve.
The daredevils clamber
To get to the top;
Neither ziplines nor tightropes
Will cause them to stop.
They tackle each challenge
With joy and with pluck
And they rarely require
Assistance when stuck.
The wary are watchful,
Proceeding with care
And feel better in knowing
A grown-up is there.
They’ll ascend partway up,
Harness keeping them bound
And then gently let go
‘Til their feet touch the ground.
As a kid, I was prudent
And nowadays I’m,
With a harness or not,
Still unlikely to climb.
just like foxes they arise from dark places
they come to fight and scavenge
As they start to climb they become stronger in a pack.
the power they have goes over their heads
there's no way they'll turn back,
its a two way game
and there putting us through a test
as the rise of inflation gets higher,
were left with nothing more or less
They might be winning the race now
but they forgot
the story of the Hare and fox.
As cunning daredevils fight for greed
its The hare in the end that always succeeds.
Our story is wild style graffiti
’We fell in love then we fell in love again.’
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity;
We could write legal but chose illegally,
bombed the building with expression;
Our story is wild style graffiti;
Inspired by Love’s rebellious personality
etched a passionate confession;
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity;
Fairytale of daredevils painted artfully
a legend spoken of now and then;
Our story is wild style graffiti;
Writers personify nonconformity
relishing a dangerous artistic break in
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity;
Masterpiece matching soulmates intensity
may have our tag on a spot up in Heaven;
Our story is wild style graffiti
thrown up on an urban wall for eternity.
Some relax by swimming in a pool
Others chill -- hang out, act cool
Some like to go for a walk in the park
Daredevils take hairpin turns in the dark
Whatever puts you at your ease
It could be swinging on a trapeze
As for me, the recipe is tried and true
Whatever comes my way
~ long as I'm with you
A Psalmody of Psalm Ninety One
God is our refuge, He is our shelter
Kept safe from demons are those who’re blessed
Beneath wings of the Almighty that cares
Spared from the snares of unwanted foul quests.
Fear not nightmares or terrors of darkness
Under presence of angels we’re redeemed
Freed from toxic perils that come by day
All being as seen in heavenly dreams.
Our God sees everything below the sun
The wicked face trial before one’s eyes
What goes around comes back around it’s said
Evil ways will always be recognised.
Those who love as the Lord said we all should
Will never become trampled underfoot
By any human man, woman or beast
Daredevils who tried would land up as soot.
Our dear Lord saves those seeking salvation
Call God by His name and you will be found
The shepherd will always find his lost sheep
From that day on one shall be glory bound.
26th September 2021
This morning, remembering the end of times is not that far off
I sampled my cinnamon and sugar toast glad I did not have a cough.
The timer on the oven was showing me I had gotten up pretty late.
It was too late to do most anything, but time is frankly not my fate.
Words are all we offer as proof we existed, we poets and writers.
We come across as passionate, as big brave dope fighters.
In actuality, we are more frightening on paper, if you want the truth.
We can become pilots, astronauts, daredevils, and sometimes Babe Ruth.
I can write about kitchens, pirates, dragons, elves, and other crazy things.
A pear, its moisture sucked dry and wearing a lei of succulent apple rings.
I take down six pens in a row, but the ink is all dry, making me mad.
I am scribbling on empty, several times. It is irritating and sad.
Box of desire opened under the futility of trying to get something to write.
I throw down the pens and walk outside to encounter my garden and daylight.
The morning is salvaged when I see the butterflies flirting and flitting.
It is a fantastic day to sit and admire my yard. A day for porch sitting.
Words have become such
naughty little daredevils
turning my thoughts
inside out,
and up-side down
in order to have their own way
Using sentences
as jump ropes,
while snickering at verbs
Who think it's attractive
to dance around
like,
nonsensical cheerleaders
Sometimes . . .
it gets very maniacal in here,
but i find it extremely hard to resist
this side of art
___________________
Something playful :)
~ Holding so much Truth ~
I love Skittles and This Side of Art
dive deep... daredevils
lanternfish... eels... vampire squid
darkness... luminesce
April 18, 2018
The Balancing Act
It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through
This process of weighing things in my mind
Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved
No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences
Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life
I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind
But is there jealousy at the heart of it
Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act
What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril, do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind
Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act
Andreas Simic©
faded roses on the wallpaper
leaves bent back in an imagined wind
fingerprints of a thunderstorm cling to the wet image
she says it was a lovely thought that gave birth to such beautiful drawings
that any child could see many adventures to be
in such lovely daydreams
a place where the child of her heart could run free
decorated with faded roses
celebrated by teddy bears and tea sets
on long summer afternoons in the beautiful sunshine
while brothers and others chased firefly's
like days of old aeroplanes
dogfighting daredevils in the forever blaze of glory
swashbucklers that save the day and win the girl
ride off into the sunset
tv screen fades to black
faded roses on the wallpaper are all that remain
sunbaked in the passing years
a lovely thought that gave birth to our childhood
a swift dream
faded away
Sweet and wonderful the memories of childhood,
Painful, oh staggering to recall, Raddle-Dazzle, I would forget- if I could.
Endless, endless the days we spent riding in the magnificent wild,
Calm and peaceful your nature with this young dreamy child.
Tangled were those fantastic woods where we rode each day,
Adored and loved, I never wanted you to go away.
Carefree spirits, me and you, we were daredevils seeking thrills,
Utopia for us was riding over the highest, farthest, most splendid hills.
Labyrinthine trees- rippling streams- a breathtaking leap,
And aching, aching is my heart, I thought I had you to keep,
Raw, the death of my sensational, amazing horse, that I still weep.
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January 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Spectacular
Copyright Protected, ID 16-743-903-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Spectacular Contest
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
The white of the eye
Holds a dark centre
Our souls behind a tinted window
Dare to let me see what sins you hide...?
The face of an angel
With the heart of a demon
‘cos we’re all immortal
On the faces God’s tattooed onto our skin
I move to your lips
Every syllable articulated
Your kiss’s a quantum leap
But with every word your love tightens I'm suffocated
I submit my heart
To all your expectations
Here tear it apart
Then let me watch you perform open-heart surgery
So what if God is vane
Clearly He was showing off
He created our very souls
But confession of sin ensures we’re not his equal
Above the rainclouds
Your feathers tickle my...
My freewill wears a disguise
‘cos every time I ring your bells...angel you sing
Illuminating the skies
Like a bolt of lightning
Crashing on a broken wing
Yeah that’s how daredevils fly...not afraid to die!
The face of a demon
With the heart of an angel
‘cos we’re all beautiful
On the faces God’s tattooed onto our heads
Ariel
"With the eyes of a child I stare in awe, a wondrous sight I take in all
Angels flying without wings, hurling through the air, spinning and twirling without a care
People moan and gasp as they pass, praying the next move will not be their last
For daredevils they are one and all, but there is no net in which to catch their fall
Suddenly, the signal is given - Quiet now Quiet, all eyes aloft, for the final act is here so we draw near
With synchronous harmony they let themselves fly, swinging and looping high into the sky
Spinning like tops they make a final pass, reaching hands grasp hands in this Ariel dance
Bows are taken and the crowd erupts in raucous roars, we toast to the high flyers - May They Soar Forever More"
-Jon Jones
You may call me harsh or even wicked
But I am more than it because I am crooked.
I may look self indulgent or resentful,
But now I am transformed into someone more powerful.
Fearless! I call me,
Fearless I say
I am not afraid of anything,
No more aloofness,no more hearts to slay.
You may call me forceful and obstinate.
But I am someone more passionate.
Clinging or touchy is not in my performance,
Neither I am superficial or tactless
But I am the grudging pirrahna!
Yes! I am contrary and intractable,
Perversity is my nature and you may call me unpredictable.
I don't like flattery neither do I shallowness.
Being inconsistent and tense only leads you to loneliness!
Fearless! I call me,
Fearless! I say.
I adore spontaneity and daredevils are my prey!
Dynamic and shrwed is my nature.
If you don't like me I will not butcher.
Just speak your heart and live life in grandeur,
Because there are speculative ventures opening their vivacious door.
In the world of fallen angels
The other kind of daredevils
Seeking the world’s attention
Competing for world domination
This is the moment to believe
In something more, to be brave
When life is a misty blair
Uncertainty stifles the air
Under such immense pressure,
To defend what we treasure
Try hard not to sweat
Swallow hard to wet the dry throat,
This is a ticking time bomb
Sensitivities brushed with a fine comb
My thinking starts to clear
Amidts memories that brings a tear
Sitting on a potential disaster
A sociopathic monster
I must get away from here
I look for the nearest door
I walk with fear in my heart
A 'can’t help myself feeling’ I’m bait
I know it’ll only drive us apart
I see my anthropology in his hate
I yell out, “Foreigner”
But he’s no stranger
Although he acts alien
I choose to call us brethren
I believe in the science
More than the obvious sings
Of peace coming forth
To desolve this mammoth
Back to the undesirable past
And move forward together fast
That I must do my part
To help set right the fight
I’ll take the first step
To bring this to a stop
And reach out my hand
To make an enemy a friend
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