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Do you think I run scared from you?
Do you think that you stand above me in those big boots?
Do you think I cower, trembling beneath a table,
With my tail tucked between my legs,
While you search for me atop that high horse you like to ride?
Do you think in this childish game of cat and mouse,
You so deviously started,
That you are the cat with the sharpened claws
And I am the weak, defenceless mouse—
Fulfilling my only purpose as prey to you?
And in this game that you planned out so perfectly,
You sit and torment me day after day:
Until, in the end, the tiny, petrified mouse
Acts out and bites the paw that swipes at it—
Only for you to reverse the roles and pretend that, all along,
You were the poor, poor mouse; hunted mercilessly
By me: the unruly predator.
So, now, you say the mobs will appear to chase the beast away—
You think I hide with my tail tucked between my legs;
Ready to beg for your mercy—
But I will not bow down to the words you say.
If I am the monster, then let this be known:
My teeth are bared and I am waiting to attack;
Say your prayers and kiss your family goodbye
Because trust me, friend,
My bark is not worse than my bite.
From all the precious petals,
adorning my flower garden -
I choose only you.
In silent serene ambience,
your splendour is visible,
through an innocent grandeur.
Captivated by your tender satin aura,
I desire for each blossom to embrace me -
to be caressed by your lusciousness.
But resentful weeds bark like dogs,
their envious eyes deviously praying -
for storms to expose your delicateness.
I know gusts will arrive and abduct you.
Powerless, I will watch you float away -
but I know you will return, you always do
even if it is just temporary.
Sunday Simple Musings
Silent One
12 April 2020
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
Caressing every minute curvature and every hair
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
Audaciously meandering enticing scantily afoul
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
With delirious abandon mesmerize and swerve
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Bemused intrigued and fascinated by the petals of a rose
Envious beauteous promiscuous yet virtuously amorous
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Deviously fabulous while tortuous and vaporous
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Your spellbinding perfume renders my heart impetuous
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2019 for contest APPLICABLE NOT APPLICABLE sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX - RANKED 4TH
Knock-knock, Come in, hey Bernie what’s up? Harry, you want to go to Peru?
Peru? What’s in Peru? Active volcanoes! I’m going to jump into one. WHAT?
Abby left me and I have nothing to live for. Bernie, I’m not Dr. Kevorkian.
Come on H, I already have the tickets, one round trip for you to come home.
Pack your 35 milliliter camera with the zoom lens and let’s go to Peru.
Bernie, my camera, and I at the west base of Ubinas; outside of Lima, Peru
The smell of hot wafting through the ashen skies, Ubinas is very active
Take a picture of this H, Bernie held up a 15x8 foot sign : Abby I LOVE YOU
He headed up the volcano ; about 500 feet he turned around and waved : Click
Just then a thunderous eruption of molten hot lava, cascading down the mountain
Bernie turned and started running, the lava in hot pursuit touched his boots : in flames
He screams in pain, I’m snapping pictures as he tried to swim through scalding magma
As his legs disintegrate, I zoom in on his ashen white face, as the flames engulf his arms
For a man who wanted to die, the horrific fear on his face, the terrifying look in his eyes
A puff of smoke and Bernard James was gone. I could feel the heat of the lava descending
I run to the truck and drive as fast as I can back to Lima. In a darkroom, pictures develop
Deviously, I make a life size collage of Bernard David James ; starting at the feet---
I set the collage on fire: staring at a face afraid to die, I see the atrocity of Suicide.
Inspired and Dedicated to Colleen Bono This is my part of the Challenge I hope it meets
with YOUR approval…HG
Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain;
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a
tenured mantic
Trading the rationed provenance of open spaces for
gratuitous providence of flowering oases
Prudently forming each tribal alliance; deviously skirting
terms of compliance
Hearth covering from servile herd exacted; animistic
seams redacted
Burdened traveler in psychosomatic trance; by warming
flame, pyromantic
Each tenement provisioned by industrious wives; lofty
presentiment
Hospitality granted to imploring drifters; enmity shown
to extorting grifters
Today's the game America's been waiting for
The 'Super-Game,' turned festival galore
Fans are delirious with anticipation
At what they'll view on their TV stations
Will Brady finally pass the torch to Goff
Or will he at the vagaries of age merely scoff?
Will Coach Belechick scowl at McVea from across the field
Deflate the football to deviously the victory steal?
Will Gronkowski save New England's day with a miracle catch
Or will Kansas City victory from the jaws of defeat duly snatch?
Tune in this evening for the outcome to finally see
As for me, there are poems waiting to be written --
this fateful third of February
5:05 p.m., CDT, February 3, 2019 -- Super Bowl Sunday
he wove his spells meticulously
constructed each with loving care
each component ingredient chosen
from the very best that there were
and of course his care was rewarded
his fame just grew and grew and grew
but he had a secret ambition
that only he and I knew
from his inter dimensional office
he could hop through time and space
gloat at the awe and wonder displayed
on his primitive audience collective face
and he travelled worlds and eras
revelled in his universal fame
enjoyed the sense of power
inspired by his worshipped name
but dimension security enforcement
was rapidly closing in on his crime
for his moving skills back and forth
was playing heck with congruent time
he knew his days were numbered
but his preparations were all but made
to achieve his yearned for ambition
the final plans were all but laid
with just mega seconds to its fruition
he was very sadly and deviously tricked
into revealing his current location
and was very quickly nicked
he never achieved his ambition
it remained his secret as well
of course I knew the details
but I promised not to tell
I know, I know! Who I am!
I walk on through moonlit sand.
My Life, I claim, I claim as mine!
Through trials and tribulations of time.
Autumn's friends are satisfied that I am broken.
Yet I rise in pain without a word spoken.
Revenge! I cried as blood dripped from my hand.
They scoffed at me as I made my stand.
I deviously smiled as their confusion began.
With horror in their eyes, they stumbled and ran.
There is no need to pursue those who are unjust.
For what I have minimally done was a must.
I cleaned the cut on my swollen wrist.
As the moonlit seawater begins to mist.
It was not fear as the mist formed and he walked towards me.
My son, you have done well, and now you are truly free.
Under the illusion of a crimson sky
Demons devoured hot steak ale pie
The sky was blue, not crimson yet
What they discussed was a secret you’d bet
Skin pure pale and white
Seemingly staring at me what sight
Restrictions and rules like meanders in valleys
Sing deviously plotting their rallies
Sighs of desperation, disbelief and uncertain times
Hidden agendas of elite and their crimes.
Hand out the dollars, dish out the pounds
Keep deaf ears falling on our resisting sounds.
Keep believing the lies of these clowns
While wearing on our foreheads constant frowns
The demons ate their steak ale pie
Under the illusion of the corruption and lie
The sky has turned crimson from brilliant blue
And the sheep led people do not have a clue.
If, as they say, the cells
of the body are replaced every seven
years, then I'm a new being
since my sons were newborn.
I have died and been reborn
neither better nor worse yet remembering
feeding them while dancing to Moment's
Notice, as they attended with new minds.
Having died, as such, I find I do not mind
quiet living with the purpose of a cell
unbound by minutes or moments
as men know them. There are seven
deadly sins, seven ways of remembering,
seven stages in which to have been or continue being.
None of them recur after one's reborn
and none are known to us from before we're born.
Of the two young people to whom I was born,
one has lately died. I do not so much mind.
Although I do not, he believed he'd be reborn
and who can say what happened to his soul or cells?
Perhaps in Christ we continue being,
or with some other deity, as the churches claim monotonously, momentously,
demonically and deviously. It seems about as relevant that seven
rhymes with heaven and rhyming's a mnemonic device (for remembering).
But remembering
what? To go to the daily discipline to which you were born?
I fought seven forest fires, took seven
lovers, my sons are seven, and my mind
is the sole owner and subsidiary of these memories and moments.
Unless I am to be reborn
they disappear with me. Masefield's poem continues to be
the most honest and chilling assessment of our souls' and cells'
disbursement. I can imagine stem cell
research may lead to a cure for dementia, loss of memory
about who you are and where you've been.
If one's not been born
this doesn't matter. But if you're being reborn,
in the sense of "he not busy being born is busy being reborn" (Dylan),
then it is best and most correct to consider your last moment
of a continuum with moments endless and entirely in your mind.
The mind is made of cells and moments, seven billion of them.
Remember to be born and reborn, early and often.