dancing corncob wearing hot sunglasses
pinches the maize, making lewd Epstein passes
try to ignore him, we tell the pumpkins and crow
corncob wiggles and jiggles past them, to and fro
I can but the pigs cannot, the scarecrow says
they are smitten by the corncob, easily led
I tried to speak to the sows who laughed me down
who is this joker? Who is this bossy clown?
The corncob is waving his seductive kernels around
a bigger personality is rarely anywhere found
I grab his glasses and run off to tear them up
The pigs carry him off, to their den, to sup.
freedom for me came in the form of a dog run
promised weeks before it arrived
I gave up hope the Thursday it finally came
I had been hostage to my house for eleven months
because Beau, my baby dog chases cars
He follows pretty teenage girls home
He runs around delivery trucks as they enter our long driveway
Our good dog, Buddy, had never left our yard before Beau came
Buddy is super sweet, a gentle giant, but easily led by Beau.
They were tormenting the neighbors.
Now they are confined to the house.
Their dog porch, the dog run, my art studio.
Not to mention an enormous play yard.
Not really so confining, huh?
My dogs have an enormous play yard
Much better than being in a kennel or tied up
Still, I feel guilty when they are up there alone.
So, I trot up there to keep them company.
I sit in this play yard forty minutes at a time.
Writing while they settle into the play of dog.
We have six acres of land.
Our dogs used to stay on our six acres.
This new puppy is a social butterfly.
When anyone walks up or down the road he runs after them.
To socialize, be friendly, party.
A bad influence on his brother dog who is easily led.
Evidence was spotty, not much justification
Giant stretch of prosecutor’s imagination
Easily led jury wanted to crucify and convict
Defendant’s wife felt like he was being kicked
Though there was no solid proof or DNA test
Was this lawyer truly the defendant’s best?
Victim was not alive to testify, unfortunately
The accused got sentenced to life and twenty-three
If this sap had been a child of a Pres or senator
He would have been released without prejudice for sure
But a poor boy usually has a pathetic defense.
This innocent man spent the rest of his life behind a fence.
YOU LIVE IN A FANTASY WORLD
You say that the sky is red
And see yourself as a fairy
Perhaps your mind is easily led
This abstract art is scary
You live in a fantasy world
The hovering dragonfly said
As reality becomes unfurled
Perhaps it is time for bed
Asleep in the meadows of my mind
is a dewy summer scented with rain and flowers
and a cat purring at the edge of my heart
Smokey fragrances and bulky knit feels of love
stacked up books and tomcat smiles
creatures of habit are we by ones own choice
Together we slumber at the crackle of a fire
easily led into comfort we gather our dreams
and feather them with a touch of hope...
ZAP: I declare that he was the best
ZONK: For no-one could beat Adam West
On TV most nights
Blue-grey vest and tights
THUNK: And a bat right there on his chest
KLUNK: Perhaps I was easily led
THUD: Accepting whatever was said
For then unlike now
His fists went KAPOW
SPLAAT: He wore two bat ears on his head
CRASH: Adam West impresses my gran
BANG: He’s much more than merely ‘Batman’
WALLOP: Kicks go BAM
THWACK: As fists go WHAM
CLANG: He’s Onomatopoeia Man
Ebon bafflement descended
from the Sun-bleached sky;
A penumbra of illuminated lies,
this world needs to be reprimanded;
A joyous ballet of obliteration;
Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart,
they stare into dank rotting art
disguised as impending salvation;
Wearing cheap plastic glasses,
the audience so easily led by a trend;
Commanding naked eyes ideas ascend
delaying the hypnosis of the masses;
Temporarily deprived of the norm,
blindfolds serve as a wake call;
So begins a civilization’s cleanup,
reform is now the one playing hardball;
Magnetic pull of a weary shadow,
that bold charisma brings a brief pause;
Evolution echos a bright ring of applause,
with understated yet monumental flow.
As you hold these works in hand,
Such wonders within do lie,
Let's forget not by whom it was written.
Twas me, myself and I.
Magic awaits, so please tarry not!
Enjoy the spectacular ride.
The pages to follow contain only my voice.
My voice will be your guide.
For you dear reader a brief history.
A glimpse of the voice in your head.
Dark and mysterious, even cold some may say
Of whom your so easily led.
Fear not dear reader. I wish you no harm.
Do follow closely I warn.
Tis a touch of dark mixed with all pretty things.
There is wisdom in that which is torn!
Stay a while dear reader and accompany me
For this will be but a token
To yours truly indeed will bring such a smile
From her face you know not that she's broken.
let’s tie on an owl said the buzzed professor at the bar
I did not know what he meant, but pretended I did.
there is one outside, under the moon, next to Venus star
I followed him out for I was an inebriated easily-led kid.
the owl was perched on a tree with a pencil carved limb.
he watched carefully as the professor tied a striped tie on him
will he keep it on? I asked, noticing my arms were still slim.
don’t know but we did it, so let’s celebrate said my new pal Jim.
scientists claim climate change is inevitable
the world is changing
way too fast
and some can't handle the strain
the entitled millennial me generation
are sculpting society
embracing artificial intelligence
and cybernetics in their pursuit of immortality
naive sheep put their trust in smiling shearers
way too fast
I'm amazed at the gullibility of people today
they are so easily led
what is so woke with saying please and thank you
instead of shoving your phone in someone's face
and claiming that it's your right
per freedom of speech
fully protected by the constitution
society is crumbling
frozen glaciers are melting
way too fast
and there is nothing we can do about it
that option is no longer on the table
the future is happening before our eyes
and yet, being solely focused on today
we are blind to it
but that doesn't mean that it's not affecting us
it's all happening
way too fast
some neurons are easily led ~ feeding on one that's sick in the head
logic fails them the signal misread ~ out of control a cancer spreads
thought consumed a mind misled ~ begins eating itself alive instead
pointed words allusively said ~ can’t resurrect what was always dead
By
David Kavanagh
It is my turn on the swing the little kitty said.
She was irritated, shaking her little bitty head.
Maybe he was confused, the mother cat said.
But the female kitten was not easily led.
We tried to be fair, we did eeny meeny miney mo.
Dramatic and irritated, she gave us quite a show.
I think he should be off she said, shaking her pink bow.
It is not fair that Beau is on the swing. He was not at the mo!
Me myself and I get along well when we are in sync.
When we retain our positivity and look for the pink.
However, once in a blue moon we have a bad day.
Where we take it personally and gloom comes to stay.
It usually starts with me, but myself is easily led.
And then I jumps in too, which makes a somber mean head.
I know it’s just a matter of time, and I must change our mood.
It is wildly important now to convert to a great positive attitude.
Me comes around quickly, she is the easiest one.
Myself says okay, because that looks like more fun.
I is a bit slower, but eventually joins the team.
And we become happier and healthier, a real dream.
Ambition is a driving force,
Admirable in many ways,
That's only, of course
If nobody else has to pay
Ambition can help you prosper,
And live life to the full
Ideas that you had fostered
Start to become fruitful.
People look up up you,
Admire your "get up and go."
Some may envy your success,
Others think you are on show.
He has always been ambitious,
Reaching for the stars
People can be malicious
Ambition can cause scars.
The ambitious can be ruthless,
In their pursuit of acclaim
Their one purpose in life is to
Amass money, power and fame.
We need ambitious people,
So we may forge ahead
We don't need power-hungry people
Who are greedy and easily led.
Life loses it's value when the self is satisfied
Until they find out there is nowhere left to hide
Ambition is a driving force,
Admirable in many ways,
That's only, of course
If nobody else has to pay!
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