When I clone myself, I will make a marionette the Mime told me.
A great idea, as any observant hypervigilant watcher can see.
I watch her marionette dancing in a happy summer time way.
And I think how much fun the Mime must be, merry and gay.
The Mime is a trickster though, wearing a faux happy mask.
She makes it look like she is delighting in his puppeteer’s task.
Inside she is crying, inconsolable and ready to burst with sorrow.
I am afraid that the marionette will be the only one here tomorrow.
Sexy knows
A deep show
Where plenty flows
Sexy lights
A certain flight
That feels so right
Sexy feeds
In lavish speed
A fatal need
Sexy drains
Old courage plain
In spacious gain
Sexy feels
A tempting thrill
As posture bills
Sexy starts
A curvy art
In pulse of heart
Sexy floats
In a swift gloat
Rapture by boat
Sexy charms
A taunting arm
That now must farm
Sexy touch
Can abort much
With crave as such
Sexy spills
An oozing feel
In haunting thrill
Sexy craves
A spacious save
From a soul brand
Sexy tends
To dare attend
Such swirling trends
Sexy mimes
Odd lost chimes
Where art now rhymes
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2019
Singapore
Springtime's Mimes Rhymes
There she swells, a beauty queen
A blushing face, so elegantly and green
All the king's men gallantly intervene
To the march of spring in May's glean
April blossoms wean from winter's scene
As kings lay spread the earthen bean
Tears of queens stream soft and serene
As nature's foliage, mothers preen
The king and queen, lay courting evergreen
Tulips and robins singing songs in between
Til summers must, the dance fade and convene
connie pachecho
4/15/2018
They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus Clowns
mind mimes
tryn get the best
of
me
shackles and chains
my enigmad mystery
hat ters for hats
maidens with
made rats
madder
then
that
am
i
on
one
more
then that
wrestle
with
my
art
show
me
your heart
mine was torn from its sleeve
minding the business spawn
by
thieves
stolen parts
dolls torn apart
flesh porcelian skin
we have sunken in
harder to find
wind comes
they
are
playing
mind mimes
?
They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus clowns
My radio just went silent
Another episode of mimes
Most of them are reruns
That they play from time to time
I'm pretty sure I've heard this one
Where they're in that tiny box
Not sure if they're trying to get in or out
Either way I wish them luck
I don't know how they do it
Mimes on the radio
Oh listen, it's the pretend to fly off with the umbrella routine
Truly a favorite of them all
You can pick them up on several stations
Though I'm partial to AM59
Out in the middle of nowhere in a rain storm
Seems to me to be the best of times
So if you find yourself in radio silence
Don't reach to change the channel out right
Just sit back and enjoy
The finest in Radio Mime
WAIT A MINUTE...THIS IS CRAZY
Is that three mimes that I don't hear
Preforming the famous Zambolini Mime Trick
In which two mimes died last year
I don't think that I can listen
The silence is killing me
Don't they know what they're attempting
Is pure insanity
Someone tell me when it's over
It can't take the suspense, this heart of mine
For there is nothing more exciting
Than an afternoon of radio mimes
Maneuvering a maze
muddled and dazed but not
mixed-up, I decided
my life must change in all
mimes. The mirror I see
me via denies me
my rumination of [?].
____________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
Penned April 22, 2014
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