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I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line
like mine so that I might feel the fright,
decline and beeline from your sight.
Live your life in the shadows
far away from the meadows
and only move slightly so
your world doesnt crumble.
Just sit in your bubble and wallow
and mumble afraid to rumble
this phenom for the trouble.
You've the chance of a bumble bee
that's been detached from its stinger and wings,
whinging in pain towards the fat lady that sings.
Nearing the finish line in less than a minutes time,
sliding from the peak and unable to climb,
beaten down in shock by my sublime
and superbly well crafted rhyme.
You can repeatedly attempt to try to call my bluff
but you cannot sit in my seat or out do my stuff
because I'll treat you rough and smack the puff
out of your cheeks thus causing you to fluff
words you seek, weak without enough.
I'm the Trim Reaper, I creep,
I'll push you down until you creek,
and become to weak,
to move or even speak,
I'll allow your slow retreat,
as the tears begin to leak,
I'll beat out the next beat
as I beat and defeat on repeat.
Kings fumble their crown
in a blink of the eye,
and fall down earth bound
from way up in the sky,
because they cannot thrive,
not while I am alive,
best to give up then hide
and silence crying eyes.
Musk it you must as the dusk hides the dust,
because you can't muster up or adjust
and prove that you've got enough groove
to remove me when you're busted with no thrust
to remove me or leave me stationed to rust.
Trust me I'll turn your talent crusty abruptly
then move heaven and hell above me.
My desire will not tire as the fire transpires up high,
all eyes on me to see the majestic Phoenix rise.
A presence out of this world like the Phoenix lights,
this sentence wields the last words seen in this write.
A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the mise en scene melting pot.
The spirited stride of pavement strollers prompted by
agenda.
Metatarsals on the march.
Street vendor’s spooky cry with banjo beating busker at his side.
Dirt pan bellow and brittle strum about the
orange alert ahead.
Crowded car park, careening bus, frustrated taxi driver rank and file.
Backstreet Barney or kerfuffle on the lawn.
Swing sign overhead, a pawn in every trending breeze.
Office block malarkey cutting capers for the press.
New age ante-fix, the cover tile for corruption.
Whistle blowing wag inside the
city centre fault line.
Brass neck
reservoir of hoodwink high and low.
Harassed mother, barefoot beggar
nervously extends her rusted tin.
Guilt edge coin as bandage to our shoddy scruple.
Bag lady on the fringe of some haute couture complex.
Stasi-like security whose bluff veneer belies an inner
bludgeon.
Crouton salad diner has his finger on the pulse but not his pulse rate!
Tycoon in transition with an open brief!
Teflon tyrant
back to the future.
Ambulance chaser …. legal eagle…..with fortune in misfortune their calling card .
To the limit and beyond like an offshore Ansbacher.
Noonday bell
interloper at the scuttlebutt tavern.
Seconds out,
moments out,
hours in a hari kari haze.
Sensei’s of the left filling void with vacuum.
Laboured diatribe against dynasty, trite slogans, empty rhetoric, mannah from heaven?
All this from the cadres of social despotism!
Passage, the
pollinating insect of aroha.
Behind the rhythm of the grind a broad leaf grain of hope may sprout.
Green shoots of bounty.
Latent sidewalk bloomer.
Blossom by default or tender impulse
Here we are in this old world
living out our years in our humanity
but this will not last forever
finally life ends even our sanity
In the final wrapping up of earth
God will say enough is enough
our acting out of this drama play
the end will go up it'll be no bluff
Our days here will have truly gone
even that last breath will be no more
it'll have been a passing thing
then the lock will be on heaven's door
Only those that believed on Jesus
will enter into God's kingdom
the rest will be left outside
not able for them to come
Where will you be in the end?
time will come and you it'll pass
make certain you're on God's side
if not your future's bleak alas!
I wanted us to be a part of
each other's lives,
friendship with expectations
of something more…
You're the one who were never ready
you're the one that needed time,
time was giving
but I never said indefinite…
If you really knew me
like you claim,
you'd know that’s not
the way I operate…
I have needs,
I have aspirations
relationships needs to be nurtured,
Indecision doesn’t feature
on my agenda
you've chosen
to throw down the gauntlet
I chose to call your bluff
I chose my path
I’m moving on
no tears, no remorse
happy for the times shared
and the memories made
friends till the end…
Once I was the lying kind
Whatever lie came across my mind
I'd stick rock solid hard with it
To the point of going down with the ship
If there was a chance that I'd get caught
I'd double down on that thought
Fabricate till my lips turned blue
Swear up and down that it was true
I would build so tall a tale
Twice the size of the Eiffel Tower
Having most there wondering
If it was French that I was spewing
Keeping people all confused
On if the lie was really true
Giving me more of a chance
To add a few more lies to it
You might up and wonder why
I would tell so many lies
Was the truth not good enough
Was it the thrill inside the bluff
The older now I seem to get
My mind slides as much as slips
Making it harder to misconstrue
So now I only tell the truth
You do believe that too...don't you
Out walking on the beach alone,
Waves breaking with a somber tone.
I was only a stumble
From cracking up and crashing down.
Old driftwood and a weathered shell;
Lone inmate in a private hell.
I'd been telling myself
I should take my business out of town.
Bad karma plucked a sour string.
No music, just the same damn thing.
I'd been singin’ the blues
With a heavy feeling in my gut.
Faith, charity, but not much hope;
All tangled in the hangin’ rope.
You can't open a window
If someone's gone and nailed it shut.
Just then she came and took my hand,
Said, "Got a minute, sailor man."
Her assertive approach
Caught me unprepared and way off guard.
She rattled me with sunset eyes,
Full frontal, wearing no disguise,
Her horizon aflame
With a sexy charm that hit me hard.
She teased me with her silhouette.
I smiled and said, "I'll see your bet."
It was getting on dark,
So I took the hint and got undressed.
I'm sure we musta broke some law.
No telling what the seagulls saw.
If they’d called the police
We'd be lucky to avoid arrest.
Some risks aren't really worth the chance.
Sometimes it doesn't pay to dance,
But the answer that night
Was to call her on a double dare.
I'll gamble, though I never bluff.
She's coy, but then I dig that stuff.
It's enough to get lucky
When you wager on a winning pair.
Sorrow will wipe away your sacrifice,
treasures of the world will unlock and give blind fortune
nothing you get will test your patience and your greed
but suffer and tears in times of need.
Let go, stop the torture it is not about the fortune!!
Spear my love and rule my jealousy just because its cheap,
but not awake yet somewhere blind fate will call your bluff
unsettling and cruel, will stare you right in the face,
unlock your connections and see your own reflections,
find out who you are, are you one of us or,
have you fallen to low and swollen top 1%.
How big of the mirror do you need my friend of fortune
take a good look at your new refined clean look,
wipe your face find some piece and grace help your neighbor,
understand we all will stand under one roof one day
we all go to the same place darkness and nothingness
that's our fate, so don't hesitate but with effortless intent
fill that empty plate, this is the new fate, open the gate
cemetery is our home, this is just temporary, I am sorry.
He is legend, folklore and for some reality,
an ape-hominid-like creature of many names;
he is Big Foot, Sasquatch, Yeti or wild man,
science discounts his existence, many believe,
six to ten feet tall,
five hundred pounds,
covered in brown fur,
a strong unpleasant odour.
The Indigenous people of Canada tell stories,
stories told of wild men living in British Columbia;
each tribe had its own version of this hairy creature,
who is said to be omnivorous and nocturnal,
very large eyes,
enormous large feet,
twenty four inches long,
wanders the deep forests.
Big Foot hunters have organized hunts in California,
gigantic footprints have been found in Bluff Creek;
miners in 1924 claimed they were attacked by Big Foot,
a Canadian prospector said he was abducted by Sasquatch,
sightings or hoax
stories, misidentifications
mystical creature
legend, folklore or reality
The scientific view is that there is no supportive data,
that many of the sightings and footprints have been false;
hoax's the newspapers have sensationalized on the facts,
but how can we reject the thousands of alleged footprints,
scattered over miles,
dismiss the witnesses,
the photographs taken,
the hundreds of stories told.
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April 17, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Chasing Footprints
Copyright Protected, ID 04-663-717-17
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Big Foot,
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
Thyself it was to heal a heart distress'd,
Thine eyes were on me fixed to blow the pain,
When thou didst fill it lovingly, still ravaged,
Did I redeem the night of loving rain.
Those amative stares I can't recall,
Believe me, for I've found my best choice.
Unhurt, a glance upon thee I stole,
For my belle, indeed me, with her love cloys.
She hath the pleasure to love me well enough,
Or a world of love she fostereth in her heart
For me; thou gavest of thine the gentlest bluff,
By playing with me with no fault on my part.
Thou cling'st to sheer agony day by day,
While seest my heart to her I gave away.
6/17/16
Typically either just
Or corrupt
The world in a state of flux
Don't be a punk
Or schmuck
Shouldn't strut
Like you are greater than King Tut
End the funk
Jump
Up
And out the rut
Until there is no slump
Must
Trust
My gut
Many a times had to put down the cup
Because i was really drunk
Had to watch my back always, and push my luck
Because you can never really stack enough
Took some puffs
Of potent stuff
And got a rush
When it was tough
Never stayed stuck
Or was one to bluff and front
The result wasn't always just
Causing a fuss
And others to feel disgust
From dawn to dusk
I remained in the cut
Very much
Out in the dust and brush
Was broke running amok
Couldn't even afford pizza hut
Nothing in the pockets but lint and fluff
Then made some bucks
And started saving for a truck
Close to the cusp
No thanks to the stunts
I kept pulling every month
Deposits of rust
Formed a layer like a crust
Mass amounts of junk
Piled up at the dump
Some foods growing with a husk
Certain animals with trunks
And tusks
Girl you plus
Me equals us
By: Dalton Ogletree