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I do hide behind false smiles
I do refrain myself at times
Though I wish to open myself
I cannot, out of fear of being seen as weird
To be among the many
One needs to follow the trend
But to be the only one out of the lot
Is not given to each and everyone of us!
I do wish to bear my soul
To be accepted, respected
Even acclaimed for what I am
To be the way I am
Without pretending to be like the lot
Yet, why is it that such cannot be
Such cannot be in this world
Where perfection is revered as the most sublime
I do have my own demons
I do make confessions
Here, I try to make one
Though it is hidden in between lines
I try to bear my soul
But choose to show only a bit
For the views of the world scare me
I am after all, subjected to its opinions!
30 August 2014
On Spring, the apple trees
Enveloped by bright green leaves
In a month, turn into white flowers
Attract the yellow-black bees
The small pink flower-nubs
Change in tinny green beads
The fruits bit by bit grew up
Turn into lime green, dark green
And finally, in the red apples.
In a few weeks, the green leaves
Transform in yellow, then carroty
Wait for the wind take down
To cover the lawn in brown
The branches once again
Expect the burden of snow.
The seasons give to the apple trees
The distinctive attractions
Amend new views, refresh feelings
The lovely and beautiful ladies
Impress men’s mind
Defined by men’s eyes.
~
Find here a poem read throughout the ages,
passed down from elders to youngsters below
A mystical rhyme with a fairy tale ending
that maybe is true but we really don’t know
Perhaps just a legend, the town folk all chuckle
as children run off through the forest each night
In hopes they will capture a glimpse of the magic
a small dancing fairy so happy and bright
~~~~~~~
A fairy named twinkle, the month of November,
when twilight comes calling in grey flannel hues
As evergreens rest with their branches a’ shimmer
and winter reflects in these cold weather views
While there in a clearing, the fairy she dances
as sparkles go flitting aloft in the air
Her wings all a flutter in snowflakes of glitter,
the woods come alive on this evening to share
The stars in the heavens all mirror her image,
like glimmering sequins in silver and gold
Orbiting gems on a black velvet skyline,
a wonderful gift for the scene to behold
When chipmunks and rabbits and deer start to gather
all wearing a smile at this beauty they see
This fairy named twinkle who spins as she offers
her November dance oh so delicately
The moon shining full sends its beams down around her,
illumines her movements, a soft evening glow
While squirrels with acorns sit up in the treetops,
the best seats they find for this magical show
Then just as it started, so soon it is over,
as footsteps are heard on a path winding through
The fairy named twinkle departs in an instant
as children approach so in hope of a view
~~~~~~
So there now you have it, the poem of Twinkle
her November dance when the evening is new
But is she for real or just imagination
I can’t really say, I’ll leave that up to you
10/22/19
Written for the: November Twinkle Fairy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
[Verse 1]
The lithium, the satellite
The blood moon in a sleepless night
The reels you posted, burning bright
Still echo in my chest
The AI wrote a lullaby
The sea caught fire, the wires lie
But somewhere deep behind my eyes
She dances like the rest
[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes with nothing to lose
There she goes, and I light her fuse
There she goes again
I don’t need fame, I don’t need news
I’d trade it all for just her truth
There she goes, my beautiful muse
Come back again
[Verse 2]
Zelensky held the world at bay
While Musk lit up the Milky Way
That girl on TikTok paints her pain
With glitter and defiance
And from Portland, some guy let it go
Quit his job, set sail solo
He swears he saw her ghost in gold
Off some Hawaiian island
[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes with nothing to prove
There she goes like a whispered bruise
There she goes again
I don't want likes, I don’t want views
Just give me something I can use
There she goes, my beautiful muse
And here I am
[Bridge]
I’ll write her name in candlelight
I’ll rock alone through every night
I’ll sing beneath the algorithm sky
While dreamers burn and prophets fly
They broke the world and called it art—
Me, I just want her beating heart
[Chorus]
There she goes, my beautiful muse
There she goes through the static and news
There she goes like a myth I choose
There she goes again
I’ll kneel for less, I’ll plead for more
I’ll wait alone behind the door
There she goes, my beautiful muse
Like she always did before
[Outro]
Send that stuff on down to me
Just her voice, or poetry
Not the noise or dopamine
Just her company tonight
This is a wink to Nick Cave.. if you know you know.
The guy is a genius with lyrics!
Note: Grateful for an 8th place finish in the Your Choice P Contest.
Be sparse like the saltbush plains
of the outback, short on adjectives,
mostly verb and noun. Let the sun
scorch shadows into the sand,
hollow out some shade where a little
life can hide from the heat.
Celebrate the light, its clear passage
through the air, hard as the sharpened
edge of a steel blade. See how it cracks
the land, opens wounds where
the inland snake hides and brews
its venom in perfect silence.
At night feel a cold descend
from a sky emblazoned with stars
set in the icy distances of space.
Endure a solitude that drains the soul
as it leaks out towards horizons
of absolute nothingness,
here,
come face to face with yourself.
Note.
The Australian outback is largely
a dry and unpopulated area covering
around 70% of the total land mass
of the country.
By comparison, this arid region
equates to a little over 50%
of the area of the United States,
( excluding Alaska ).
There was a panther roar
On an icy Canadian floor
Off in the distance
Images filled with persistence
Somewhere south marlins swim and dolphins dance
Aquarium stage is where they get the chance
While heat experience Orlando’s indoors
Loving the magic galore
Once Miami was not a sporting town
Sunshine greeted northerners having a wintry frown
Hotels on the beach
Causeway drive in reach
Cruise ships leaving port
Caribbean mystery destination wearing touristy shorts
Architectural artistry is the first rest
A town called Key West
Waiting to impress
America’s southernmost point
Ghostly Cuban cigars aroma in some joints
Even if a passenger goes
Only to the author’s self-destruction Sloppy Joes
It is time well spent on shore
Reminder last century who was running the country’s store
Off to the saintly islands
Scenic views romantic and admiring
Vacationers started tiring
Wondering any of these lines were hiring
Historical tours
And good weather more
Create a nice paradise
Purchasing the all-inclusive price
Finally comes the Mexican Mayan ruins
Smiling intently “who on the bus we are going fooling”
By asking “what are you doing?”
Homeward bound
Back to the tropical town
Where the colors are flashy
Soothing attitudes that are nasty
Stating their case
In the Florida place
Where oranges were once in a bowl
Pleasant escape from bitterness that was cold
Meet the man of the hour,
The scourge of the town.
Born atop an ivory tower,
But cast all others down.
Daddy went from rags to riches,
By the sweat of labor's back.
Was inherited by young britches,
After suffering a heart attack.
Up he climbed the social ladder,
To rub elbows with the gentry.
Every day grew a little madder,
After denying him his entry.
With empty soul and ego full,
Bought counsel fraught with sin.
Selfishly then used his pull,
To bribe some to let him in.
Once inside, he forged a plan;
As the Master of Disguise.
Corrupting every thought of man,
With a cunning set of lies.
Perpetuated on the daily news,
The seed of doubt had spread.
Convincing many of his views,
Is how dissembling was bred.
Now a Nation's torn apart,
You can still hear his laughter.
The Richter scale is off the chart,
No telling what else he's after.
At the capitol rotunda
Two senators faced off on
Gun rights versus oversight
Each side bunkered in
Intractable, their way to win
Sharp tongued irate debate
Open thinking went kerplunk
Head to head, noses pressing
Like two rams rutting
One grabbed a neck
The other ruffled hair
Both leaned into a scrum
Onlookers aghast
Heavy breathing, jackets flung
Ties askew, faces flushed
Veins a popping
Fists were clenched, my heart pounding
Spit and foam tossed about
Two old mad dogs yelping
Spin left once, then spin right
Round and round these two locked
Like a chopper blade taking off
Leather shoes and legs flyin'
Scuffing on slippery rotunda floor
Lots have slithered across before
Muffled echoes off the walls
Don't think a punch was thrown
Guards ran in to break the spin
Pull the swirl apart
Just like a gooey sticky bun
'Cept it weren't no fun
Hands grasping foe to foe
Darts of insults still flashing
Reddened eyes, teeth gnashing
Heads adjoined they'd go
Caught their breath, stood up straight
Falling back into friendly hands
Mumbled shards yet flying
They walked away slumping
Like two Humpty Dumptys
Disheveled putting themselves together
Each insisting they were "kerrect"
With hastened breath
I saw it all unfold
Watchers shuffling in doubt
As they usually do
It was a war, weren't no spat
They'll never forget, count on that
See it all on the evening news
Did it change each other's views?
Can we ever talk civilly?
Common Ground is the Solution
So that was yesterday's kerfuffle
Adjudicated by muscle
I won't be muzzled or silenced
My words will be heard,
The fake Media's so biased
Their coverage absurd.
They spew venom against me
My followers trashed every day,
Yet on this they all seem to agree
Without Trump the bills they can't pay.
With this said and done I got thinking
Why not to control all the news,
This notion gave me the inkling
Build a site to champion my views.
Big and bold, full of stuff
To ensure all my fans are amused,
Talk to be straight, words sometimes gruff
Content to keep all the lefties bemused.
What a great thought, can't wait to start
With this I'll conquer the Earth,
Twitter's old news, I'll tear them apart
Shredding their reach from my turf.
As to the others, what can I say
Watch the real Master perform,
All they can do is whimper and pray
Then hide from my beautiful storm.
It's another girls road trip
Now summer is here.
We're off along the coast.
The second trip of the year.
Off to a brunch
At the Fanny Bay Inn
Where the crepes are the best
And the dessert is a sin.
Then we'll stop at the beach
And walk in the sand
With views of the mountains
The ocean and land.
At the local Farmer's Market
Fresh produce we'll buy.
There is always something new
We just have to try.
And the best B.C. wines
Are found on the way
In a quaint little shop,
Our last stop of the day.
It will be a short jaunt
This road trip we'll make
But we'll fill it as full
As any one day can take.