How can one know,
if it's possibly the real deal?
Able to see through layers,
Without having to peel.
Birds will fly and play,
around him this very day.
Teaching those who are inside or parked,
trying to build something new.
Why fear the bite,
if you only hear the bark, bark, bark.
Like parables of old,
he will try to save all,
who walk two by two.
Showing them the gangplank,
to a modern day ark.
Do you really have to fear,
if you suspect?
After all,
he's just a man,
Like any veteran once named Stan.
Talking to the ones who were over there,
Agent Orange,
causing them to lose their hair.
You will know him,
because he tries to warn of consequences.
Doesn't try to erect, or build, six foot fences.
DO NOT APPROACH one that's real.
He teaches from long distance,
by making you feel.
Can you ever,understand,
when playing your games,
He's just the one like you,
trying to deal,
not looking for fame.
Where My Thoughts Took Me Today
2/17/2018
Tom Wright
Lying supine in bed and deprived of sleep,
I face another morning my mind most blank.
Adverse thoughts disrupt my counting sheep,
And I feel as if forced to walk the gangplank.
Mind drifts back to those showing concern,
There’s one who stands at my door each day.
My refusal never seems to delay their return,
Persistence is the key to getting their way.
Too lazy to work to support their need,
They float through life on another’s sweat.
They beg, borrow, steal, and even plead,
To take from another what they can get.
Twice, my heart medication has been lifted,
By those voicing concern for my welfare;
From the straight and narrow they’ve drifted,
And show no remorse or outward despair.
Living off SNAPS and government assistance,
An entitlement gift from an array of tricks;
A steady job offer is often met with resistance,
They don’t want a job, just another daily fix.
An Actor`s life
My life as an artist lasted long although no one saw me acting
only that my behaviour changed if I had read a book and liked
the hero in it, or seen a western movie; became that person.
I could remember pages of lines from a book and the dialogue
in a movie spitting words our, whispering them or roaring like
a wounded gladiator, I had many friends, but they lived in my
head and when at sea lived like a frugal monk who had taken
the vow of silence spending time reading and dreaming.
Walking down the gangplank going ashore I was an FBI agent
on a secret mission and if there was a loud noise I reached
inside my coat-jacket like a had a gun there and looked where
the din came from; people noticed this and moved away from
this odd person at the bar. My favourite act was the as a man
with a writer`s block, walked around with paper and pen, what
I hoped was a soulful look women liked that, but less so when
a boozing loudmouthed cowboy.
These days when reading poetry my wish is to be a good poet
that doesn`t slam doors when leaving; you see I find myself so
tedious I have invented a character interesting and full of life.
You had a bird in hand
your boat was right there at your pier
with your name on it
all the accouterments were at your fingertips
there was nothing to do but jump aboard
it was that easy
one step at a time
over the gangplank
one, two, one, two
bingo, all aboard
but no
not one, two, one, two ... splash like one thinks
however ...
baby snubbed her nose, a pleasant way of saying condemnation
wanting a bigger,faster and shinier ship
condemning the smaller ship
okay ...
keep in mind you had a bird in the hand
a boat that would have been loyal to you
it certainly doesn't match up with the bigger,faster and shinier ship
but it would have been loyal
then again ...
maybe the horizon has a pretty picture for thee
then again ... maybe that picture has laughing donkeys
who knows
who knows ...
how long you be waiting for that perfect horizon
who knows ... if laughing donkeys bred
the gist of it all, you did have someone that was loyal to you
contrary to what you might have thought
connie pachecho
1/29/17
Young Terri loved a ferry ride,
She rode it all the time,
She'd put the money in the slot
To ride the ferry line.
The ferry rose up and down
Upon the harbour wave,
Sometimes she'd hear the foghorn
Blown by Ferry Master Dave.
When Terri arrived at the dock,
They'd put the gangplank down,
She'd whistle down the walkway,
Then stroll around the harbour town.
We strained,
Well taut,
All mooring lines to port,
Tying alongside Oriskiny,
Then lowered gangplank,
Riding on the pier.
Mail Call!
Sounds the 1-MC
Perfumed letters all,
From the One I Love.
Sealed with strawberry kisses,
And the sea.