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I was sitting in sub-zero temperatures in the Northern Arctic
As one does when you're a Swedish spy
Caught between conflicting ethical codes...
Stuck in my tent I stumbled upon a poem
Pondering the experience of Hot British Tea.
The poem was long and decorous with adjectives.
My lips were stuck and frosted together in parts
As I murmured along with teeth chattering
With the rhythm of an African cheetah.
Though the words buttered into my soul.
"Steep," "simmering," "piping," and "warming"
Warmed my innards and radiated outward,
The imagination muscling forth the reality.
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
Crikey. Long-ranged silencers. I've been found.
(Hungarians.)
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
*** This Painting I Do ***
(A Devotion Poem for Jim)
It is my heart
Painting your portrait
Out over this paper
After I caught your profile,
When you weren’t looking,
Casting your attention
In another direction,
While I blended in
The colors of your chin,
And you hadn’t known that
I’d peeked over
Your well-kept
Walls of mystery, which
Usually…no, always even I
Do not cross…But
Today the artist, I,
Let my sight spy
To set down the contour lines
Of your portrait, which
I promise when completed
To then hide this artwork
From the view of anyone else:
Beneath a cross-hatched weave
Of a thousand tiny strokes
Of glittering beams of gold,
And shining rays of silver,
Stippled stars overall to consume
You — silhouetted by all the light
Of God’s gracing and
My loving heart’s way
Of seeing you.
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(C) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
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(C) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
A Chinese Sonnet
They call me impimpi*,a word fraught with scorn and smoke-
Yet I am the echo of truth inside the brewing storm,
Engaging the law,though no law guards me,
A river trembling by myself and singing my song.
Mount Moorosi keeps my secret vigil high,
While comrades who danced once for freedom's flame,
Are now com tsotsis who trade justice for comfort and coins,
And call betrayal what was birthed before courage,
From Kanaland to Zululand:I love Mzansi enough to bleed,
Love is treachery and betrayal,-love is truth, love is the light,
Still,I am unseen, they can unalive me-I shadow the moon,
My corpse lies,humming Freedom's hymn under the nations' feet.
*Impimpi or mpimpi---A S African term for a snitch or police informer
Mount Moorosi---A town in Lesotho
Kanaland---A munucipality in Western Cape Province in South Africa
Mzantsi---A colloquial term for South Africa
Dressed to the nines, but with a lethal twist,
her cover blown, enacts her exit plan.
Those lips, a deep vermillion, never missed;
cotillion entrance stops hearts for a span.
A needle in the bracelet at her wrist…
With subterfuge to rival a MacBeth,
a poise belies her young and tender age.
Bare balanced on a blade ‘twixt life and death,
a china doll conceals a tiger caged.
Eyes locked on him, there’s murder on her breath.
She smiles, and with those eyes, the trap is sprung.
Embracing her, the prick is never felt.
Then pressing in, he forces past her tongue;
in mock response, she firmly clasps his belt,
glides to a chair - one down, the night is young.
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for the THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 10/07/22
The spy and the slave, worked to make the world domination of the King. One world order, under the King, making many fall to the knee.
The King was working a long-term plan, they had seeded for years and was waiting for the harvest, of all the crops he had planted. Making many not see the plan.
The King made a ring of people, and had them spy on the going on in each location. Like the birds in the sky, each slave was made to spy on the current events of the day.
The spy and the slave, worked together making a list of each person, making the attack easier when the moment became available.
The spy and the slave, worked building a community and network to have in place, making no way to run when they came.
They closed all the exits, for people to run, making the situation become very serious.
The people were caught off guard because they lacked knowledge of what was coming. They placed their trust with people who lacked any kind of knowledge.
The King made his broadcast, and off they went, using social media to connect, and bend people to his will. Using words of love to lure people into the King, but really their was no love he had to give.
The King was clever using words to bend people to his will, using love to lure and grooming making many fall under his power. Like a sword, words can make a cut that can separate people from their life.
Many died and some became slaves, having fallen from all the failures to secure.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always. May we never become slaves to any King.
Freaking us out
Drones you know
There in the air
Just beware
Way up high
Spy in the sky
Cameras filming
Our secret lives
Trespass our land
And Cities too
Must get my gun
This drones’ through
Snapping away
Pictures of you
On the internet
Their loaded too
Well I heard a buzzing
Looked up high
Hovering around
Was a spy in the sky
Drones everywhere
Flying about
Surprized stars
Get caught out
Well I spy
This flying eye
Can’t sunbath
Watching the sky
Makes you angry
Gives us chills
In the papers
Stars ordeals
Can’t even have
Just one day
Of calm and peace
Relax and play
Well I heard a buzzing
Looked up high
Hovering around
Was a spy in the sky
© Copyright KC.Leake
29th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
There was once an old woman,
Who lived in a small village,
Her name was Matilda Schoeman
Like Popeye, she only ate spinach!
One day she went to her Pastor,
To confess that her neighbor was
Always nude,
This is a chapter
Of my life I don’t want to end
Father, am I being rude?
The Pastor came to her house to see,
Saw nothing, oh yes, said she, but if you
Stand On my toilet seat
And put a milk crate on top, and kneel
On one knee,
I can see his weenie, now am I a cheat,
For I feel it’s a treat!
My eyesight is not so good, can not
Always see,
And do not recognize who he may be,
The Pastor looked up to heaven with glee,
So you don’t know said the Pastor,
And put down his half-finished
Cup of tea
Just continue to knit said he,
And under his breath said, thank you God
She does not know that the
Nude man is me!
POTW 28/11/2020
I knew a spy who told me her truths.
She told me her lies so I could never surmise where the line lies, the line of the spy. The words and the eyes. The live and the die. The strange life it must be, the life of a spy.
I knew a spy who lived life a lie. Gambled with fate as easy as choosing the food that she ate. And would look at the dark like it was light. Would stand in the rain to camouflage the tears from her eyes. To stand in the rain to wash away the pain.
I knew a spy who would to me wink with her eye. Carrying a smile with long flowing hair and stylish in the clothes that she’d wear. But never a line did she cross.
Her life was a line, a line as sharp as a knife.
I knew a spy, I wonder where the sun shines on her smile. I wonder where the real person is free. What she gave to serve her country. I know she’s alive from the cards and messages I see with my eyes. But can she ever be free? I know that life wasn’t for me.
On the wall of a house I might be
Owned by *Brangelina Jolie.
There’s no real reason why.
I’m just one nosy fly.
Not to mention, Brad nude I might see!
House to house in each fine neighborhood
I’ll spy like a super fly should.
An “enquiring” mind,
Lots of scandal I’ll find.
As I fly over all Hollywood.
When I tire of the “stars,” I’ll fly to
Any place juicy plots might ensue.
Just beware. Flies like me
Are as sly as can be.
Right now I am looking at you!
*Brangelina refers to the coupleship of Brad & Angelina
I'm assuming they are still together?
For the Contest by Michael J. Falotico:
"A Fly on the Wall"
We lost a special guy
Worked secretly as a spy
Sean Connery was his name
Acting smooth in a manipulative game
Taking a character from literature
Making it good looking using a moving picture
Getting attention
Using the latest invention
That was not a flying car
Whose driver is still a living star
Appearance very calm
Stating many times Bond, James Bond
Like a good Scottish Brit
Displayed the powerful stiff upper lip
Shaken not stirred
Sending a message not needing to say a word
Traveling the world
Next to the latest cover girl
Some good some bad
This film fantasy was truly the cinema fad
Tonight, Sir Sean could be on the prowl
Seeking out enemies being foul
Maybe Pussy Galore
On the heavenly Casino floor
Having English Breakfast with Sir Roger Moore
Which results in both Bonds being shown the angelic door
Now talking about placing gold on the finger
Could be the record hit by the well-known singer
All artists working together
Presenting a blockbuster peaceful action pack letter
Explaining the well-groomed leading man
Waving a heroic hand
When taking the adventurous stand
Good night
My fine theatrical knight
You put up a winning fight
Giving the written vision a proud visual sight
Leaving a dreamer author eternal might