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Watching & waiting while in hiding
and faking
Views for the taking but unaware
what is waiting
Freezing & shaking but is it fear or
its weather?
Snapshots for the taking posing for
them cuz it's clever
Good best & better to shy away
from the faking
Shade is made by the sun but it's
above what it's making
Shaking what has been rooted
leaving behind hollow winds
Seeds will grow from your efforts
toward the sky lose or win
Unoriginal in sin as we have seen
this before
Jumping the broom of timelines
looking for knobs on the door
Turning in bed with a snore as if
you've slept through the test
Sleepy & lost in a dream snoozing
on good better best
Picture a snap at its best frozen
in moments of time
Painting a picture in jest with a
stoic face like a mime
Mimicking raps like a mime with
painted face like a canvas
The dry humor so wet that only
fish understand it
Above thee underhanded so keep
the slightest of hand
Close to the vest like a secret
ducking birds on their Stan
Peacock with a colorful stance
with truth outshining the lies
Your essence shines like the sun
& this is what is despised
'Mosquito Pete' (or 'Skeet') for short
A seasoned guy, the strangest sort
It was the only name we ever knew
His story known by very few
A weathered old maverick on a country lane
A bit peculiar, not at all ashamed
He never said much, or went anywhere
Kept close to the vest, with a certain air
We are the neighbors who lived down the road
We heard many stories, he liked to reload
He knew what the sun was intending to do
Why the gray clouds curled, why the sky was blue
He would talk of Nebraska, hogs and grain
But mostly about crops, the frost, or rain
Standing alone, on a sun-drenched day
Out in the field, he would call to the Jay
He'd look to sky, horizon in his gaze
transfixed for an hour, as if in a daze
There were hints of a past, within seasoned eyes
and we wondered if somewhere, he had known other skies
But lightly, as the blossoms cling, the years swung around
Tapping on his shoulders, until his songs were sung
A maverick barely known, for many a year
...but today, his stories have all ended here
We see an empty farmhouse, and with a sad disbelief...
Surprised, and unexpected,..immense in our grief
For the story that begun over eighty-plus years ago
there is much,... too much, that we will never know
Who was Skeet...the man that had no name?
Does he have a proper name? something different to exclaim?
Engraved upon a stone..........what could his name be?
Now, "Skeet" will have to do.....for all eternity.......
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For the contest sponsored by Mystic Rose
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Can anyone please tell me
Or try to make me see
Just how to move on
To help myself get along
And to put aside
These feelings I harbor so deeply inside
God knows how hard on my own I've tried
But it never stops, never goes away
In my mind those emotions will not stray
There I am again standing on the edge
My feet keep on teetering on that ledge
But yet I haven't yet fell
It's my own personal hell
I stand there because I can't so much as move
I know there's so much to you to prove
I don't move side to side
Because in the shadows I don't want to in them hide
I don't dare jump down
Even though my world is crashing all around
So I stand there screaming to you so loud
Yet you still don't hear my sounds
At this point all I can do is pray yet again to the heavens above
And believing that someday soon I will be the one
For with whom has your love
I try to not lose sight however of just how far I've come
And keeping that faith in who it is I love
Wearing that love for you close to the vest and on my sleeve
Wanting so bad to hold you and from you to never again have to leave
But for now I will continue to go on with the pain
And how it sometimes causes from my eyes rain
And how all my memories take up far too much of my time
And the fears and doubts that can fill up too much of my mind
But I know that you I just can't leave behind
I don't believe that love is blind
It's funny how we as people in our mind
Go back to our past to find
Just how we should or shouldn't be who we are in our present
And to receive the power to change our future
I never want to be someone you resent
But you are someone I can't just forget
You are so deeply in my soul
And these feelings I am not able to control
I'm not sure if I will ever be able to let you go
Nobody really knows me I am way to close to the vest
It's a vested interest of sorts, one that keeps me safe
I am a Liar, I'm a Cheater, definitely not a Believer
I am the quiet one in the corner that sparks curiosity
I am the patient one that's always observing, I remember
I remember everything, yes I mean every single thing
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's rather useful to say the least
In the mirror I see the real me, the monster behind green eyes
Always with torture on his mind, not what he wishes to give
What he wishes was never given to him, it was his death
Now the Walking Dead, lost all hope, belief, feelings deceased
Now the rest of humanity suffers from his broken mentality
He feels absolutely nothing, because to him nothing is real
So he lives on unhappily because one thing he does is remember
He remembers how it felt to laugh, love, to hope, and believe
He remembers that everything in life use to mean something
And that meaning turned out to be nothing, The truth he knows
And this truth did not set him free This Walking Dead Human Being
All relationships now are void of emotion, void of love, empty
So this is what shaped me into the man I am today, unfortunately
Because the beast that saved me inside wants to come out and play...
Written for Poetry Contest "The Raw Madness That Makes Me Who I Am"
Hosted by: Anoucheka Gangabisson Form: Any
09/23/2024
WON 1ST PLACE IN THE ABOVE POETRY CONTEST
I'm in love you so deeply that words could never quite entirely express
You can sense it from the pit of my soul
On through this heart of mine which beats inside my chest
And so I allow you to keep my heart and control
Even if I'm still standing here without you and left feeling hard-pressed
Emotionally I just can't turn and push this down and let you go
But in everything with you, I have no regrets
And in all I feel for you I have shown
I've done my best
Put my heart out there
But for now seemed to have failed the test
My soul was absolutely bared
Your memory is kept so close to the vest
In your life, so much want to in it share
I want to wake by your side in the mornings light
Looking in your eyes, without words knowing how much we care
And be the one in your loving arms cuddling deep in the night
I want to be there when you arrive home from work all worn out
Be the person who makes it all right
I need all this and more, I know this without a doubt
So when, with her, you're done with this plight
And remember what exactly true love is about
I'll still be here, right here, waiting still for you
Showing you how much love can and does run deep
I'm not great at saying the right words, nor am I good at the things I should do
And even though you hate it, sometimes from my eyes, my tears do still need to seep
But in everything I'm still and always will be in love with you
What we had and still have together was never strained, out of our way, and far from being
strange
If one would see us together, to them seeing it would be plain
No matter how our surroundings all around may change
My being in love with you will, in fact, remain the same
The Purity Wheat Domain
There on the sandy ground a mountain grew
Near the motionless skeleton deserts shore
An empty basin’s brain of dirt and grains
Exploded out exposing the great dome
Raised a monolithic surreal thing
Never before seen
A birth from hell to here
Burst forth with forces of its own
With fertile soil
In truth, too few can know or fathom
A conundrum sprung from sand
The purity wheat domain with plants came up
From atoms or magic
No one knows
From something or nothing known to man
Remains a mystery
It came with water in a storm
Or some other form or fashion
Upon a force of plate tectonics
Or from some other source
Not yet determined
Such Inconsistencies found in nature
Come few and far between
We keep our water grounded
Our minds as well are wet
We keep our land close to the vest
What else to guess
This is much more than we can handle
Less understand
We’re happy for more land to farm
And climb
The Purity Wheat Domain stands high
All we can do is sigh
I strolled out to my favorite fishing hole,
with my knapsack and my fishing pole.
The fish I caught, gave me a flipper wave,
and asked, "How are you doing, Dave?
"I'm doing well, but if it's all the same,
how the heck did you know my name?"
He said, "if you don't mind my saying so,
you'd be surprised what a fish can know."
It's confounding, difficult to believe,
just what a top-shelf fish can conceive,
but what chills me to the very bone,
is the other things that trout had known.
I usually hold my cards close to the vest,
but it wasn't long before I confessed.
Pretty soon, the sheriff dragged the lake.
I told the judge it was a bad mistake.
Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.
In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.
I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address its slippery angles.
You could call me obsessive
but obsessive people don’t
obsess this much.
You could call me compulsive
but the compulsive aren't
this compulsive.
All I can do is poise, balance
or swipe a little black credit card.
It’s the only magic I have.
I can’t turn bread into wine
or fish into water.
I can’t make the blind walk
the deaf to see or the lame to
taste again.
God reserves some miracles,
keeps them as close to the vest
as cards.
Jugglers work the circus,
mimes thrash to communicate,
and tightrope walkers fall.
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.
Songs for this:
Viva la vida by Cold Play
When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch
The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan
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How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days!
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29.mp3
I have opinionated friends.
Bonita will not wear a mask unless it is Halloween.
It violates her constitutional rights.
What about other people’s rights? I ask her.
She scoffs.
I have opinionated friends.
Shirley says all news that goes against her president is fake news.
Her president is her new god.
She has never been more fervent.
What if it is all a bit of real? I ask her.
She laughs.
I have opinionated friends.
Rita will not go outside because she is afraid of the Democrats.
Elise will not venture out because she is afraid of the Republicans.
What if they are just people too? I ask.
They both smirk and make fun of me
Behind my back.
I have opinionated friends.
Dorothy hates the liberals.
They are all the same.
They have the same mind set.
The same brain.
I like Dorothy, so I do not tell her I am a liberal.
I have opinionated friends.
Linda will not vote for a woman.
Ever.
For any office.
Women are dumb.
Says a lot about Linda.
I have opinionated friends.
I love them all.
Get along well with them too,
Keeping my opinions close to the vest.
So we can all get along and retain our friendship.
Children On Leashes
Children on leashes go for a walk
As they cut the lines with their minds
They jump from captivity
Running away from their crimes
Thinking about animal life...
Dogs come to mind without leashes
Biting off faces they find
But children are dangerous sometimes
So rope keeps them safely in line
Parents wave good-bye to the young ones
Hanging from their ropes with hope
Think of it as a lease on life
Taken by the portals of time
Children grow into new leashes
Provided by bosses that cry
“I have too much invested in you and your friend.”
“So I must keep you both close at hand”
“As you might guess, Mr. Y and Mr. X,
Very short leashes work best
Should keep you close to the vest”
“Economizing and company come first in this land”
“So kiss your freedom good-bye”
“And try this one on for size”
Children on leashes go for a walk
What they find is a job with more line
Harder to cut and works just fine