The bend in the path through the autumn woods
Obscures my vision to what lies ahead
Brilliant colors of fall's leaves so good
Beauty that surrounds doesn't stop the dread
What is beyond the road's bend veiled from sight
There's no way I can know for its concealed
'Pon each step God gives me just enough light
Going forward despite my fright eyes peeled
God always supplied my needs plus some wants
He's always furnished enough shining light
I now need His presence to smooth away daunts
And give extra grace to get good insights
The bend in road could be smooth or rocky
Help, Lord, in aging not to be gawky
finis'
Missed links
Clawed wings, blue cheeks,
Rufous crest, maroon eyes
Gawky gait, baffling diet, odd
Bird stinks*
*Hoatzin bird
Unique
Elite swimmer
brown, tailless, Pied-billed Grebes
can float, dive or simply submerge
graceful
dark eyes
cinnamon tone
heard but not often seen
rear end feet, lobed toes, poor flier
gawky
small bird
solitary
widespread, but rarely seen
dramatic silent crash-diver
decent
patient
near to nest bowl
I hide in marsh water
to capture still clear reflection
I wait
no one wanted this unusual canary
I related totally
no one wanted me either
I will take that one, I told the shop keeper
That one!
He was incredulous.
I said that one, I said, nodding.
The tall gawky weird-looking one?
I glared at the guy, who popped him into a sack.
Everyone at my house laughed at me.
As usual
Called me names, as usual
the gangly awkward canary and I became close
understanding what it feels like
when you are rejected by those you want to love the most
Ham player that by
strength of
DANGEROUS LINKS,
performs
the best roles...
wrong individual
that imagine he is GOD,
but he is the Dog....
He is a GAWKY PLAYER
that
by means other than"
we imagine"
play in the best
teams in
all positions...
Morty’s feet were as graceful as a gawky giraffe on ice.
He asked Morgan McMillon to the dance, not one time, but thrice.
She could not refuse him a fourth time, for it would not seem nice.
They are married now and have sixteen children, so she’s paid the price.
Route 66ish No 9
There once was a girl from Milwaukee,
Who was terribly thin, even gawky,
Her brother, called Pat,
Was exceedingly fat,
So she always addressed him as "Porky"!!
God gave me a great gift of glory
A gift of a good gracious guardian,
Gifts of Gaiety, Gumption and Grief
God’s gift grants no gates for groveling
Nor are they gimmicks, glitches, nor guilt
Thus, the gift so grand gives Gypsies and Greeks
The same kind of gratitude and grace
All kinds of genders and gauche gawky geeks
Are equaled as gifts of the Glory God
I have no time for gibbers and gabbles
But to glean through ungarbling gospels
Giving boys and girls no chance for greed,
No chance for gruesome grueling gossips
My gift is not gullible for gambits
Plus, my gift of character speaks no arrogance
Oh how I wish we danced
what a sight it would have been
the dance I took from him,
you
floating on air, without a care
angelic wings adorned,
music swaying at every soft turn;
me
stepping on your toes
unsure of which step should flow,
teetering on the edge of the ballroom floor,
the sad-faced klutz moving toward the door.
What magic interlude would play a tease
as you hummed every note on key
then broke into soft melodic ease
setting the romantic night moods free.
Just a dream, that's all it was
wanting my love
to fit you like a glove,
but I was always the wallflower that sat
on the sidelines feeling gawky and fat
and in hindsight, looking back
I regret not having trying harder to act.
Wish we danced
had I only taken the chance.
Lance-Lot
by Michael R. Burch
Preposterous bird!
Inelegant! Absurd!
Until the great & mighty heron
brandishes his fearsome sword.
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Exchanging cloddish giggles
Gawky, flailing limbs
Quota, reaching, nibbles
Cloth to dot our chins
Predictable mindless chatter
We must appear intrigued
An opening to flatter
Allows a moment of relief
And during this scenario
Our hearts will both, descend
At the transition of the , stereo
Subject ends, til next begins
Once the fresh tape rolls
Our joy just won’t be tamed
It may not feed our souls
But sets aside our shame
An awkward chuckle
Escapes my lips
White knuckles
Teeth grit
I don’t poke fun
Or humiliate
I get your pun
It isn’t great
I bear the burden
Of your ego
My introversion
Takes the blow
The problem is
You’re not clever
As lame as it is
I must endeavor
Feeling abashed
And quite dumbfounded
I chose to stash
How bad you sounded
I lose the grace
I had before
To save your face
I shake my core
Asymmetrical
Gawky, inept
Your spectacle
My debt
His shabby house sat on my street, and he
was like that run-down house - unwashed; unkempt.
So Barklay, with his slick black hair, would be
our school yard’s crow, one pecked at with contempt.
Another on my street was also jeered.
Poor Janno, homely girl with eyes that crossed.
The birds that mocked declared that she was weird;
though smart, she had a sparrow’s wings less glossed
And vaguely I recall the taunting words
that followed Janno and the gawky crow.
And not among the flock of strutting birds,
I could conceive an inkling of their woe.
Befriending rare birds, I did it my way.
I'd walk them home, for I don't shun a stray!
June 15, 2014
As my weary eyes give in
I become entranced.
A day completed now
and so I give it back a glance.
Every chance I'm given,
I break it all apart
I break it all apart
I'll break this all apart.
I can be your monster or your hero
it depends upon my heart.
If I was all that smart
I would break myself apart.
We've lived so gawky from the start
and handled stones in this glass cage,
these last days are fast paced
please hurry up and wait.
Don't believe a word I tell you;
I'm a liar, just kidding.
I love dichotomies and irony
and riddles in the city.
Hey, I once escaped a mind trap
and regretted it...
because a mind trap only benefits
if you simply stay embedded in it.
So instead of salvation,
I live in a glass prison, waiting
for the walls to crack like windows
and have what I'm hiding from
come and take me.
Leaves have fallen down
Making colorful bed
Children hide and seek
Parents came with rake
Took the leafs away
Trees stand gawky
Bare to the bones
No leaf for dress
Not intended
Season new
Welcome change
Birdies flew
From nest
Empty
cold
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