A far fetched story
Of toys and factories.
Designed and made for a purpose.
Children relate as entertainment
Adults as memories.
Only two buttons lifted the plane
A miracle performed by God.
Touched gun even before touching pen
A politician? Or a villian?
Dressed as a soldier
A soldier enjoying life.
Seems impossible, right?
Next day washed and kept safely.
But the stains of memories didn't get off.
They are more difficult to wash.
More than blood stains.
Brainlessly removed the pin of the grenade,
Ten,Nine,Eight
No one is afraid.
It's obviously a fake
A toy indeed.
Seven, Six,five
If it was real , would I have survived?
Or would I have died?
What about my family?
My house?
How would they survive?
Four, Three, Two
I can't run in these imaginary shoes.
I'm glued.
How should I move?
One, Zero.
No one became my hero.
Surprisingly it didn't explode.
It was a toy indeed.
Categories:
fetched, meaningful, metaphor,
Form: Political Verse
A hand twitches to throw a stick.
Dumb to wait
for a stick that has not been thrown
or cannot now be fetched.
The silence that returns
is called: no dog.
Categories:
fetched, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I fetched
the old mirror
and looked at it again
and I did not see a man
instead I saw that little boy
I saw the boy who ran his kite
amazed as it soared in the sky
I saw memories of a life once lived
there is a sense of innocence etched
on the face looking back at me, in the eyes of that little boy
mama, when I am reborn,let me live the life of that little boy
away from the persecution of innocence, away from terror
Categories:
fetched, memory,
Form: Free verse
8/15/17
No matter what happens next
May not always make sense
And seem far-fetched
On either side of fence
For ages
The whole place going through changes
And phases
Occuring non-stop
Below and above the top
Occasionally might get one's wires crossed
Still try to connect the dots
Across the whole span
Could get out of hand
And go not according to plan
Or end up being a sham
Might have one's hands full
Eye(s) on the goal
In control on one's own mind, body and soul
At a slow rate or pronto
Could be an employee, or the head honcho
Driving a Ford Bronco
Or Lamborghini Murcielago
Struggling to make ends meet, or living like you won the lotto
Categories:
fetched, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Fetched From Afar
Found out Trump was fetched from afar
And you should see each battle scar
Was when we knew we were a goner
Him as President in position of honor.
To my head had wanted to take a gun
When I saw him flying on Air Force One
With small hands he had and webbed feet
He was made to always sit on a toilet seat.
Trump from his brain tried to take a load
Ended up flushing it down the commode
When they find out he was a womanizer
Tried to remove desire with a sterilizer.
After we finished hearing the flushing sound
Air Force One finally landed on the ground
When it did many of us were one of those
Hoping each bit of him did badly decompose.
Jim Horn
Oh, come on and laugh a little.
It will do you a lot of good.
Categories:
fetched, humorous,
Form: Couplet
There once was a man who jumped over moon's
He planned, gathered, and floated
The wind guided his path
The gust slapped him, "feel my wrath!"
Jumping moons while watching cartoons
Categories:
fetched, adventure, confidence, dream, imagery,
Form: Limerick
The word and meaning
of love was replaced with live
by somebody upsidedown
turning the word live into evil....
Then,not being too smart
replaced a couple of letter's
L-VE ......L-VE ,
took the "O-h-h " from love,
put in the evil " I "....
So,we keep looking back
in a reversal of thought
trying to figure out what
went wrong and why ,
it's no wonder we
have difficuties and can only hope
for a peaceful future.........
spelled backward's
LIVE....EVIL
LOVE....EVOL ( VE )
EVE....sacred feminine,matriarch
Categories:
fetched, mystery, on writing and
Form: Free verse