girly rainbow turtle wears lime like it is in style
her stripes of fuchsia and orange can be seen a mile
she prances around like she owns the bog
annoying the self-appointed king, old bullfrog
girly rainbow turtle is as jazzy as outside turtles can be
Maybe even more so, she looks like a designer’s spree
Her turquoise and red offset her gorgeous turtle eyes
She can be seen in between the cattails, no big surprise.
Kansas winds tried to whisk her all the way to Emerald City
She was a fragile-looking girl, but resolute, and resilient
Nothing could budge her from her self-appointed spot
The tornado sent a derecho, but even that was not enough
they could not move, budge, knock over or knock down this sprite
She had a mind that kept her upright, on her guard and on her toes.
They march like a circus of self appointed kings
Waving their gossip around like puppets on strings
They whisper my name like it’s top secret news
Buddy relax…I’m not Bigfoot in shoes
They huddle in corners with insider facts
Somehow their stories come up missing the facts
They talk like detectives with clues they invented
Solving the case of, “Im jealous but vented!”
They post little comments with bravery borrowed
Courage on loan due back by tomorrow
Roasting me in public with chest puffed bravado
Vanishing in person like where’s Waldo?
They act like professors of all about me
Skipping every class past Assumption 103
They major in drama with minors in snark
Graduating daily with honors in bark
Donald Trump, self-appointed Peacemaker
His frantic efforts will soon gift him a pacemaker
He revels in riches and worldly luxury
~ forgets that the Messiah rides a donkey
I am
the password you created
in a moment of delusional confidence,
the one you swore you’d never forget
and immediately did.
I am
the self-appointed sentinel of your sanity,
a smug little gremlin
gleefully watching you guess wrong
with theatrical disappointment.
I am
the reason your coffee gets cold,
the cause of your clenched jaw,
the villain in your otherwise peaceful morning.
I am
the cryptic code you cobbled in haste
strewn with symbols you cannot recall
crowned with capital letters
and numbered hints that once made sense
now mercilessly mocking you
from the digital void.
I am
the digital deity
who denies you entry
with a single icy phrase:
“Incorrect. Try again.”
And when you finally crack me
sweaty, triumphant, trembling~
I will rise once more and decree,
with all the arrogance of a tiny tyrant:
“Your password has expired.
Create a new one.”
I am
the password you created
in a moment of delusional confidence,
the one you swore you’d never forget
and immediately did.
I am
the self-appointed sentinel of your sanity,
a smug little gremlin
gleefully watching you guess wrong
with theatrical disappointment.
I am
the reason your coffee gets cold,
the cause of your clenched jaw,
the villain in your otherwise peaceful morning.
I am
the cryptic code you cobbled in haste
strewn with symbols you cannot recall
crowned with capital letters
and numbered hints that once made sense
now mercilessly mocking you
from the digital void.
I am
the digital deity
who denies you entry
with a single icy phrase:
“Incorrect. Try again.”
And when you finally crack me
sweaty, triumphant, trembling~
I will rise once more and decree,
with all the arrogance of a tiny tyrant:
“Your password has expired.
Create a new one.”
She’s up at dawn binoculars raised
Surveying lawns like crimes unfazed
A rogue petunia out of line
She files a claim by 8:09
A car she doesn’t recognize
Becomes a case she must analyze
Stolen she mutters pacing slow
She’s texting the board before they know
If someone grills past quiet time
She drafts a message crisp and primed
Attachments timestamps photos too
Her self-proclaimed duty through and through
She’s judge and jury of the street
A self-appointed rules elite
No porch too cluttered hedge too tall
No harmless fun too small to stall
The neighbors begrudgingly grit their teeth
When she reports a wreath beneath
The approved specs for seasonal décor
They’ve learned to keep an eye on their door
Not a board member but eager to enforce
She guards the HOA’s covenant with a nosy force
A watchdog? Maybe A pest? Perhaps
Forever wasting her days setting petty traps
For a decade now self-appointed meterologists
have been screaming ‘climate change’ and ‘global warming’
Yesterday perusing a professional journal
I bookmarked a piece titled, “New Ice Age Forming”
Is it time for the world’s Greta Thunbergs, their shouts to change
from ‘Heat Wave’ to “Snow on the Range”
The power depends on the people’s will
They were taught to believe this at high school
But as practice has shown, powers like to kill
And the people are forced to obey under rule
So the contract between the people and power
Looks a bit stretched cause it was preset
Do I need a law how to water my flower?
My goodwill’s stipulated without my consent?
And now you self appointed judges get loud
Condemning me for the war in your garden
But you've got the wrong address, dear crowd
Type the proper number of your chosen warden
Am I not responsible for lunar eclipses yet?
Mustn’t I write an explanatory note
On three A 4 sheets of paper, so that
Could be cheerfully taken as my absent vote.
(yes, I'm serious)
Three minutes.
That’s how long it took
to name a swarming mess:
A self-appointed poet
with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves.
The diagnosis long and fancy—
bitter but addictive
on my tongue,
like the gin I’ve grown fluent in.
(Is that why his voice was slurred?)
“…The patient flinches
at the morning rains in May.
Her ink contradicts herself…
…and her thoughts betray.”
“…Well, this is why.” He pointed at my brain.
I sighed and rest
my head against the chilly wall
painted a welcoming shade of yellow.
The nurse lit branded candles:
they reserve lavender
for calming the stormier souls—
but I blow out the flame
with laughters drumming in my rib cage—
All this time,
I’ve been stuck
in debates on who’s to blame
But finally—finally,
Printed on stapled prescription bags—
a long, fancy name.
Now we can toast
with tablets in paper cups—
Here’s to
finding an enemy that's not me.
There is a lister lurking
like a snake inside the weeds
who sadly just exists to find
and judge all other feeds
It serves no other purpose
but to poison and divide
placing names on ugly lists
deciding who and why
Its arrogance, repulsive
its labels an attack
a self-made judge and jury
self-appointed label hack
Beware, it seeks more victims
ladies, gentlemen, it’s true
this vile and vicious lister goes by
the name of skywatch.blue
caught in the same gale force winds
they eyed the storm drenched in tears
the epicenter had been an outpour
of sadness rejection and unresolved fear
to weather inevitable flood gates of change
torrential delusions of anger denial and fear
shadowed by a solar eclipse of two lost souls
faced the same need for healing and love
all self-appointed weather men and women
family and friends surrounded them in scepsis
warnings unwanted advice and discouragement
can you not see the hurricane brewing they said
do not get involved but save your own skins
but they walked quietly to the next beach
drew a line in the sand and entered the tides
propelled by the moon passion desire togetherness
circumstances seemed apocalyptic and hopeless
yet faith made them swim out into the ocean
not to silence the wicked prophets of doom but
to bathe in salt water cleansing the mis-adventurous past
despite all odds they floated happily on the surface
all they could see was adoration and the miracle of life
one with themselves and with each other in peace
Self-appointed mouse king was a huge success
He crowed to the world, standing on a robin’s nest
We rolled our eyes, for we know his personality well.
Some stuff he brags about doing are not so very swell.
This aint my first rodeo
I have known horse refuse before
Not thoughtful enough or thorough I thought
Well thats what boots are for
Emblazened on my personal crest
familial coat of arms
I will haul me from this arena
be my self appointed gendarme
Prison would be an upgrade to
held fast with invisable bar
set myself free fly the coop
If I have to sleep in a car
Or any of the myriad excuses for
the cowardice that holds me fast
I simply must be my own champion
I see this now at last
No one is coming to extricate
they will not send in the clown
For front and center he holds the stage
as I look for him all around
I pray to never give up on me
And never be given up on
Off this sawdust littered ground
this phoenix will soar like a swan.
Requiring more room for take off
But thereafter soon from sight
The powerful strength and span of its wings
Climbing boldly through this night
Chinrest in place I begin to play my violin and the whole world
disappears....
an appassionato moment of pure delight, among the chaos of
a swallowing ocean !
Dreams I never dared dream pour out like blood, at the cusp of
a massive drowning;
Titanic of 1912, a collision of magnitude proportion between
ice and steel,
the thrum of dying bodies pummeling down into the sea.
She was beautiful, a broken fire in the middle of the
Adriatic Sea...
He a Jack of the arts a poor man with a lucky card
then there was J Bruce Ismay, a coward
with a license to preach, a self appointed God,
who placed greed in front of life and progress...
I play on, " Nearer, My God, to Thee"
my music becomes my last will and testament,
as my feet sink and my soul leaves my body
I play for the God who saves,
I play for the drowning victims,
and I play for the sea, that taketh me
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