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Standing at a dusty crossroads,
The sun brutally beats down
Upon flesh left for dead.
High noon mingles with midnight;
Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare.
Brittle tumbleweeds drift tragically away.
Beady-eyed vultures swoop, circling.
Gravity's pull feels increasingly heavy
Against unrelenting waves of sorrow—
Karma's come to collect its dues.
Squinting in due south’s direction,
A dilapidated shack instantaneously appears.
An invisible pull propels me;
Fate’s hand opens the door.
Forward I march toward uncertainty.
Waiter waiter!
look!
but monsieur
you ordered a minnow soup, n'est pas?
Waiter waiter
Not one swimming
around in my soup
a brown minnow full of brown poop
I don't want minnow poop
in the soup
why look, its a bald beady eyed minnow
waiter! I swear this minnow is drunk
ah Monsieur, we give all our minnows wine
before death
Waiter now I know why Greeks
throw dishes at walls
I swear than damn minnow tried to write
a poem, what gaul!
Plato must be going mad
in his grave
Monsieur , can we offer you some Coock & Hen whiskey
to drown out this bad taste?
No comment
Listen for the rustling sound
of the beady-eyed belly crawlers
deceitful serpents slithering on the ground,
flicking a two-forked tongue and hissing.
They should be heeded as a dire warning
when tempting us as if to say,
"Ssssssss..." they whisper, "Come hither."
Through tall meadow grasses
and across lawns and garden soils
they leave a trail of body wriggles
as rippled footprints.
Lying quietly in wait until
we're near to take a bite when startled.
They inflict pain... physical
and if a creature of duplicity, like Satan,
known for his trickery,
being bitten will have a different connotation
They can be found sidewinding
across desert sands seeking shade.
But warm sands hold another who commands...
the scorpion who claims the desolate land
as its home and is not willing to share.
The stinging tail of a crawling eight-legged one
is a weapon the serpent must consider.
Cleverly it lurks in treacherous shadowy places
trying to avoid the wrath of the desert Kahn.
The serpent and the scorpion,
reptile and deathstalker
dancing together until it ends in an embrace
but not one of sweet surrender
They race to combat, a battle to choose a winner,
Venom from a stinging tail and a stabbing bite
One the victor, the other a feast called dinner
But beneath the moon's golden glow,
carefully perched atop a saguaro
Is the sage one who boldly watches,
biding time with its keen eyes.
An owl lets the stinger and hisser fight
until the flap of its widespread wings
indicates his hunger has waited long enough
to be sated... something both should dread.
Take flight great owl, when day gives way to night
Good hunting to you as you choose your prey
Dive with pinioned wings and your fearful screech
Pointed beak at the ready to pluck on the flesh
Will your choice be serpent or scorpion,
the feast you dine upon tonight?
Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day.
pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky,
they glide too far up to be real anymore.
The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our plodding boots,
they also avoid the earthshaking heaviness of light sleepers.
Beyond the curtains, a plastic pelican
has got its bill and belly stuck on a satellite dish,
now we can only receive small-minded thoughts in a soup bowl.
Strong winds are disrupting sleep patterns,
static pictures can only take baby steps or crawly shuffles.
Leggy winds go out to play in front of green screens,
illusions, made to promote the good-looking and perky.
Oy, he has the answers to all!
He is psychiatrist, pollster,
Self-righteous, pompous
And that will be his downfall.
Beady-eyed, he is just waiting for you.
A snake charmer who loves to destroy a poet or twenty-two!
When you see him slither down Poetry
Soup Lane,
Better watch out for he is verified, hurtful!
He will humiliate you, and tryto swallow you with, sharp, famous fangs.
I have been bitten, boy, do I know!
He is coming to poison you with his intelligentsia show.
His name, not signicant, his heart cold
as ice.
You will know when you have been bitten,
as he shreds poets like Wuhan rice.
Your poetry, your feelings mean little to
him.
So many of you already think his demeaning
others , is delightfully quite in?
You best not ever disagree with this snake,
He will turn and humiliate you as a fake.
Best ask his permission before you post.
Or you will be a joke, no kidding ,the most?
7-5-2021
The promises fell
as excuses became,
the voice of the man
who is casting the blame
While off on vacation
these moment to share
Informing the masses
he hadn’t a care
“It comes from another
who made this design,”
he mumbles and stutters
in televised time
“Do not look at me
for I haven’t a clue
It is obvious now from
the scenes out on view”
“The pipeline I stopped
and the border is free,
but this is much different
you cannot blame me”
So now as they die
harshly falling from planes
Their old way of life,
not a fraction remains
The enemy now holds
the key to the vault
Yet still he insists
it’s another man’s fault
“I’ve stopped everything
he had put into law
But this I choose not for
you can’t have it all”
He has no regrets,
the one truth he has told
While winking at China,
his soul quickly sold
He sits in his chair
with a beady eyed leer
Counting his yen for the
buck does stop here
The Afghan people have been betrayed as this weak and ineffective President vacations.
Call me Gillespie
At the thought of choosing sides
This all makes me Dizzy
Where ones befuddled and the other lies
White toothed grinning alligator
Beady-eyed crocodile
Which will we regret later
We'll find out for sure after awhile
One to build a wall to keep us all
Safe from those who want a home
The other swinging doors wide open
Sweeping out deplorable's
Reading from the dictionary
They would make a lot more sense
Starting out with the B's
Blah, Blah, Blah, He said, She said
I wonder when we the sheeple
Will stand up and call their bluff
Give this all back to the people
Finally say enough's enough
Is this the best they have to offer
Who's to win this losing game
Will it be the constant cougher
Or the billionaire that's clearly insane
Sadly, this crazy train needs a conductor
To carry this fragile freight
Watch out for the Loco-motion though
As we jump track on this runaway
Feathers gather on the wing
Sore with precision in their flight
An updraft lifts the beady eyed visitor
A hunt begins on hunger pangs of black
Grows from the dawn of times survival
Launched into action with the talent of God
Towers over the enormity of sky
Preys on darkness unencumbered
Leads the falcon on to his devices down
Stretched out on yellow talons sharp
In sight, laser vision pinpoints a target
Stars scream out in covered night
Something glistens on the shadowed ground
A woodland creature squeaks out in pain
All goes quiet at the strike in silence
A victim falls dismembered as a meal
When distracted on the moment of the kill
Standing at this crossroads looking at a signpost pointing to Hell
Where its interest befalls me with a curiosity I so needed to quell
Looking over my shoulder to see if anyone who may just be looking on
And with the coast clear until up that road without hesitation I was gone
All seemed normal as the farmers in their fields went about their daily toil
As they churned over the earth with their ploughs to raise up that fresh soil
No darken woods, Grim Reaper with his scythe, or beady eyed crows
Leaving me thoughtful as to just where this long and winding road goes
Bird’s ducking and diving within the hedgerows while chirping along
Feeling safe in my solitude sang out with a broken voice, into a song
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound;
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear;
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than when we’d first begun
I continued to sing up that long and winding road and then on beyond
Without fearing not should Hell or its demon Satan would respond
Until I reached its highest peak and settled to gain my well-earned rest
Where I then came to a realization that the road to Hell was none other than a test
And In my own deliberation of curiously questioning of just what Hell was all about
I had in fact walked the path of righteousness that in the end gave me less to doubt
O yeah, I once was lost - but now am found - was blind but now can see
I went up that road fearing nothing and found how that road to Hell had set me free
O yeah, had set me free
Set me free . . .