Shall we send the lady with the scotty dog a card?
The neighbors did not know her well. Mrs. McDard.
They had heard some rumors, but nothing reliable.
Like her husband was an institution, totally certifiable.
I have not met him, but I heard he is in a loony bin.
This came from one of the oldies, Mrs. Lulu Skin.
I heard he is a player, and he ran away.
They were all watching her get her valentine that day.
The cautious clown
hides his
crestfallen frown
behind his
Intricate crown
of color.
Never letting
his true self
fully seep through
the cracks of
vulnerability.
Amber clouds and rainbow spritzes glide through the heavens
anointing meadows and prairies with well-placed orbs of beauty
orbs that can only be seen by the fey, children, or mystics.
They can be felt, however, by healers, artists, and psychics
A pretty young maiden skips down a farm path, toward a garden.
Clouds can see marigolds, lilacs, geraniums, and bleeding hearts
Is she a healer or a mystic? They ask the rainbow spritzes.
The spritzes laugh, keeping their magical secrets hidden.
The pretty maiden throws her arms in the air and smiles at the clouds.
She is a healer, right? The curious clouds query.
Rainbow spritzes are amazingly silent,
keeping their legacy to themselves.
Who doesn't have
a secretive possession
forcefully hidden inside,
never revealing it;
will it remain forever
an obscure memory
never seeing sunlight?
A secretive possession
is a jealous sentiment
kept in total darkness,
unless the feeble spirit
finally breaks down.
I have some secretive
possessions that have
intently locked away
never challenged,
or revealed to anyone;
should I decide
to make them known,
it would self-betrayal
of consciousness
and awareness.
Who has the audacity
to conceal a secretive
possession when the tongue
slips out of anger,
or the inability
to hold it inside?
If treachery wasn't
your intention,
be honest with yourself
and lift the burden
that was stored inside...
take a breath of relief
for your well-being.
He shall never dampen his morals following blemishes in them pointed out.
It shan't bother him for the meer fact that the misting off opinions of others do not concern him.
For his vision to not dim, the sentry is ordered to stand down, for only those with the most crooked visage shall traverse.
As for those who share their wits, never will they be pinned to a wall, protected in glass, which to them is the most they think to accomplish.
As for others being aware of their mind could be pernicious, or fatal, for the idea that you are unable to differentiate from others if you are all known to be wired the same.
Never will those who find problems in their morals, due to the pity of others, near an astral change.
ROCKY HORROR MARRIAGE
Ecstatic
Serene Peaceful,
Untroubled, gleeful, carefree
Spouse, Marriage dedicated, faithful,
Secretive, unforthcoming, stealthy
Mysterious, fearful,
Petrified
Postscript: These are the thoughts I had having completed watching the 2nd season of Ozark. For those that have seen the series Ozark, you will understand
that I am referring to Mr. and Mrs. Snel - evil Darlene!
The boss began to boss me which I love.
I nodded with the fake smile I reserve for such an occasion.
She is not trained.
She has no idea what I do.
But she thinks she is the boss, and not just of me.
Of hundreds of others
My friend walks by and gives me a weird look.
I do not stick out my tongue but I want to.
She walks by three more times, staring.
The wall is glass so she can see me easily.
Later she asks me what that was all about.
I lie and say I do not remember.
You had the weirdest smile on your face, she tells me.
I have never seen that smile on your face before.
Which is why we are friends.
showing your oak self
tell tale petrified wood
saving your secrets
I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.
The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now…
My tangled tears run dry for I cannot wilfully weep,
Only the lachrymose rain supports me with solace.
Now stands before you the rigamortis ruins left to rot,
No sounds I hear, only entombments of a chambered heart…
No words I speak, enslaved by illusionary imbecilic love,
I am lost in the wandering wilderness of non-existence.
Aug.31.2019
Silence Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Music...Butterfly Waltz
Music that will make you cry...
Piano & Cello duets...2013
With a female virtual voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
A secretive soul hears it all,
But don’t worry, she can’t even talk to a wall.
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