He's a whiz of a wiz
and what a whiz he is,
when he gets, sets right down,
and puts his mind to it,
with a trick or two up his sleeve,
he won't hesitate or dissimulate, he'll just do it,
and your eyes you really won't believe.
When his magic hat and he
had a holiday in Hawaii,
where, as he sat beach-side,
a Mai Tai to drink,
asked a local moke,
“Is it all mirrors and smoke?”
He reproachfully replied,
'Now, what do you think?
Have no illusions,
I'm not a prestidigitator,
with sleight of hand,
intended to obfuscate,
I've taken the oath,
my secrets never to reveal,
however, I can say this,
you may speculate.'
Call me what you will
but no my name's not 'Bill'
so don't be such a silly billy
as to think I am a 'Willy'
and tho' you may say
“Here's what's his name'
to me it's all
one and the same
yet as I'm losing too much weight
have the need to feed
and don't dare be much thinner
I have one task to ask of you
please don't wait hesitate
or call me late for dinner
time passes, hands clasped,
afraid of what might happen,
clench tight on what's been.
eyes stare unblinking,
lest the sheer weight of mere thought,
reveals happenstance.
ears distracted dwell
on mantra seance murmurs
when will never end?
have to hesitate
after we will integrate
so we can separate
had to hold down fort
reality did distort
would sell myself short
what we did was wait
then we had to hesitate
then find a new mate
war went on and on
only fools would shoot a fawn
soon war will be gone
had been a big pain
problems with lobsters in maine
did drive us insane
if i told you once
are sad results from stunts
tennis player grunts
A joyride
Like that of a high speed rail
We may take our partners
Our small children
Or our old parents
For a joyride
Looking around
Scenery and nature
People and crowd
Shops and houses
Cars and buses
Highways and lanes
All are eye-catching
After a long time confining to
Walls and beds
While people are still hesitating to dine-in
Because of the virus
I love a joyride
I won't leave the outside world
Out of contact
I take photos from the car
I eat inside the car
I enjoy the hustle and bustle
Of life outside
Even though through
A small car window
I was bornt to this world
I was gifted
I won't leave it alone
Will it leave me alone
And I hope to live with it peacefully
Can I
I like to penetrate your soul too
Your world too
With my true love
Although only a little left
Can I
I write
I think
I feel
yet when it comes together
I hesitate
I rethink
I erase
then I go no further
I start
I think
I don't
then put it away for another day.
Do not hesitate to write your story
For no one else can;
They cannot imagine it
or taste it, smell it or stomach it
It is yours alone to write about.
Do not hesitate to write your songs
Let them come prancing and dancing out of your soul
Belt them out, even if your voice is not the best.
Release them into the ether and watch them play
Sit back and enjoy.
Do not hesitate to write your feelings
They make the best stories, poems, and songs.
Giving your emotions to your readers is the best thing you can do.
No one else could, because no one else knows them.
Do not hesitate to be real.
Will this pandemic ever be over and everything get back to normal
When high school kids can have a dance and the girls wear a formal
Will our small children grow up thinking a mask is a necessary thing
As common as a tissue, a cotton ball, or an ordinary length of string
Will we ever again not have strangers look at us like we are infected
Will we ever be able to travel without being so irritatingly inspected
Will it be possible to eat in a restaurant and not feel we are isolated
It could happen someday very soon if everyone would get vaccinated!
written July 26, 2021
You do not hesitate, everyone
laughs and giggles at you
You do not hesitate, where
you are rejected to stand
You do not hesitate, whenever
Someone recommends a cream
You do not hesitate, when
You are called as a Blacky
You do not hesitate, when
The world feel hesitate to accept you
You do not hesitate, when
you become a second choice
Oh! Woman, you do not hesitate
To mirror yourself as a Black woman
Be the real you....!!!
I think I want to go outside
But you can stand while I decide.
No! Wait!
I yowl and cry
to go outside.
Maybe.
How
beautiful...............an image
suddenly...............conceived
an instant..............thought
following...............a terminal
caesura.................pause
hesitation..............or dislocation
of attention...........written
read by.................a seeing eye
or said
aloud
Columnar style after Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet.
Turnbull created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
See my imagist Spaces poetry examples first posted here 2007
What is this god of mine?
That I’ve constructed to reveal,
My brimming hopes and my real glances,
My bright intentions and all my farces,
For him to befriend me in prances.
This imaginary friend beckons me to procure,
Stability for my everyday goings on,
And so he can’t be a preexistent god,
But only one human’s invention,
A product of many post societies,
And so a mirror of contemporary adulation.
I ask him about my cousins,
And what i should weekly buy,
At the supermarket of much choice,
Asking him to soothe my voice.
But pure action does not need questioned,
The daily is your business,
Because we well with good intentions,
Not voids of the insidious.
I talk to him, or her, each day,
To connect with my future destiny,
Dismissing today’s science and research,
Into tomorrow’s ailment i suffer from silently.
Only, the finger of god never occurred,
But apparently nothing existed,
To build life, space and minerals,
To create sex and make intelligence,
And negotiate the detested.
Cremate Not Hesitate
We did and did wait
Want someone who will cremate
Then can celebrate.
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