patrick allen davos daimo
Wanted with Avi; to have a go'
Punching agenda plain to hear
Yet no punchy reporting it is
As Is feared ' patsys only
Are valued here !
As the knight entered the throne room
Being of sound mind but with a side of crazy
The women began to swoon, except not me.
I am never one of those fawning females.
Being of sound mind but with a side of crazy
Loving my life as it is, finding the good in it,
I am never one of those fawning females.
They irritate the bejeezus out of me.
Loving my life as it is, finding the good in it,
The women began to swoon, except not me.
They irritate the beejeezus out of me
As the knight entered the throne room
The Czar’s happily fawning sycophants,
Threw flattery onto him like a cloak.
Marched in his rallies like S.S. ants.
Lackeys, bootlicks, and lickspittles. Ain’t no joke!
Surrounded him with compliments and affection.
Foolhardy Emperor was so incredibly pleased no doubt.
Incredulously thought he had won the election!
Until he sneezed and a four-year-old called him out.
He sees things others could never see even when partially opened
So what should they do? Lock him up or worship him?
Some do one, others do the other.
After he is locked up, and away
the followers give up, and slide away
into the sea of status quo.
Then a new visionary appears, and the followers follow her.
Enthusiasm pouring out their pours, sliding down their chins
They stand in a pool of admiration
Fawning, paying great tribute
until they find out that she
is also human.
Then they disappear like fireflies in the morning.
The diehards may go to a third, fourth, sixth, eighth person
But others will return to their childhood ways.
If they had seen the shadow people
they can either believe in their own eyes
or allow society to negate their truth.
Freedom of choice.
What a quandary.
What a world!
Insanity a sliver from brilliant.
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter that surrounded,
there beats a heart recognized by all the vanquished ghosts of Mars.
Was this love, don't know..,tho' never felt quite so astounded.
Perhaps startled to realize, it was I..,snared by her eyes in fawning stars.
Pitiful, mortal creatures molded by divine hands such as we,
learn only now, the cosmos proves bearable only through love.
And so I'll starve tonight, and tomorrow, and perhaps forever be.,
though joyous still..,no longer alone, or taunted by constellations above.
At last you take wing again, watch you soar away into the starlit night,
this day found love to save, and let your spirit go in merciful flight.
~~My apologies to Carl Sagan~~
Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly
charm can bestow
Fair maiden strides through
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted
flora doth wallow
Overhead, azure canvas paints a
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's
afterglow
Beneath, green clover spreads its
downy pillow
Her dainty feet tenderly the svelte
blades furrow
Lilac strands their fragrant
essence strew
As her ebony locks in soothing
breeze flow
White, silken lillies fringe the
bristling undertow
Roon paps gild voluptuous, damsel's,
milky tallow
Twirling dandelions their feathery
dander billow
Maiden's silted bosom takes a
respite under fawning willow
Creamy buttercups in the noonday
heat their hearth's mellow
In their steamy shadow, frothy
maiden spreads her umbrella
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