Long Mascaraed Poems

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If I could go to a Mascaraed Ball,
  My pretty shoes, because I am short,
  would make me look tall.

  I would go all dressed in white lace, my
  poise would be full of grace.

  I would search the whole crowd through
  for the one with a smile warm and true.

  The one who's mask didn't hide his eyes
  of blue.

  Dance all night with him I may, like
  Cinderella I would be gone before the
  break of day.

  A glass slipper I may never wear, but
  my lipstick on his cheek, would bring
  him stares.

  When midnight rings it's bell, I'll be home
  safe and warm with my story, tomorrow
  to tell.

© Sharon Gulley  

Drifting beyond the lightest cloud.
Pastel clowns in postmortem rain parade.
Cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascaraed.

Wounded memories hang loosely from the mind.
Autumn berries quivering three quarters past their prime.
When did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree?
When untruth told us, painting by numbers...
was our first gilded masterpiece?

Then entered our very first critique.
When honesty stated our works weren't their cup of tea.
Like evening frost clinging upon a tender leaf.
A devastating reality. 
They should have stated the slate-cold truth.
As soon as we could understand
that our masterpieces really weren't worth a damn.

© Anthony Bianco  

Hello,

Feelings of danger, just borderline from being a stranger. Wrapped with an emotional slice of anger. 
When does it all stop?  Popping tops , listening day after day, as the gun goes pop.

Knocks at the door; screams in the streets.
Heat rains down upon your head and feet. Wondering could you be here? Right this minute, in the now, or just my imagination lost, instead.

Dread the future, not knowing what it has in store.
Close narrow minded thinking, leaves you guessing, whats next behind the door.

Processing the urge to live free, even within the worse conditions.
These cruel intentions, that you forgot to mention. Full blown repartitions misleading contradictions, of others lone finger.

Linger in and out of consciousness, dazed, blazed and no longer amazed; lost in this mascaraed of slumber. Bearing witness to the things, that you think are true. When only escaping the pleasantry of times cracked view.

Hello, and you are?





Darius 1/13/17

© Darius Howard