He's a whiz of a wiz
and what a whiz he is,
when he gets, sets right down,
and puts his mind to it,
with a trick or two up his sleeve,
he won't hesitate or dissimulate, he'll just do it,
and your eyes you really won't believe.
When his magic hat and he
had a holiday in Hawaii,
where, as he sat beach-side,
a Mai Tai to drink,
asked a local moke,
“Is it all mirrors and smoke?”
He reproachfully replied,
'Now, what do you think?
Have no illusions,
I'm not a prestidigitator,
with sleight of hand,
intended to obfuscate,
I've taken the oath,
my secrets never to reveal,
however, I can say this,
you may speculate.'
If a little bird told me a secret,
how did it know in the first place?
Had to clean up the mess on my sleeve.
Cold cards cold sweat shuffling cheques
Bait in the water but no one bets
Blinds drag slow the table is tight
Limp to the river it’s hunting night
Sharks circle the weak swim near
I smell blood my time is here
Pocket hustle slick and clean
They chase a wheel they chase a dream
False bravado overplayed
A reckless wager and price unpaid
Flop flips hot my hammer lands
They never saw the reaper’s hand
One step two steps fourth street stroll
A fool’s last chance a final toll
River rolls their fate is set
All in blind one last regret
Their chips are mine their dream undone
I lift the pot the night is won
Dust their stack send them back
ATM bound while I fade to black
The sleeve is torn
The one I lay my heart on
Ragged, threadbare, and worn...
I long for you O Lord,
Long to be seen,
To be redeemed by Love's great mystery...
Let the Son rise in my soul...let your river overflow
Let your Spirit burn so bright,
And drive away the night!
A world without God men have created
something for centuries they've contemplated
Though ‘nature abhors a vacuum’ men still believe
Drugs, Degradation and Death ~ now up her sleeve
Before I was aware
I used you to pacify myself, back then I used my mouth to explore the world.
Later, you became a napkin.
Ok, I'll admit, a Kleenex oftentimes.
How I long for those days of simplicity!
Because now, and maybe for the rest of my days
You are just outerwear for my heart.
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
now what i see is what i believe
some guys lie some guys decieve
some promise the earth
then give you a grain of soil
always know your true worth
doing the best that you can
knowing the real truth
its better to take refuge in the Lord
than to trust in man.
only Jesus can save us
Amen.
Psalm 146:3, “Do not trust in princes, In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation.”
He says in Psalm 121:1-2, “ I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.” Amen
Pink and blue
Think of you
Sunset in full view
Special time
Need to rhyme
I never had a clue
How much I'd love
This writing of
All my thoughts in phrase
Ode and song
Short or long
All my living days
Spent in thought
Bluebird sought
Make for her a nest
Scan the skies
For her eyes
Bluer than the rest
Lined with down
An evening gown
A feather bed so soft
Lilac air
Wind is fair
Carry her aloft
Come to me
I will be
Waiting until when
The day is here
When you are near
Not to wait again
I thought buttons were born but to fasten,
Or if not, as added frill to fashion,
But not those on coat-sleeve—
They were placed there to peeve,
To teach a wiping nose a sure lesson!
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Happenings |10.06.2023| humour
Poet’s note: Buttons on coat sleeves is a fashion today. But that was not the purpose why they were fixed there long back. Napoleon’s forces, exposed to cold, when started wiping noses with coat sleeves, he was annoyed and had buttons fixed on sleeves making it uncomfortable to wipe nose. Yea, these buttons were not for fastening, nor for fashion.
Up My Sleeve.
I turned over the Ace !
In, an uncut moment.
Your choice !
slipped from below
revealed !
"The Diamond King"
from a slick,
rough timed finger.
Once more sharp edged,
you lost! in that
long precious minute.
Different day!
Another hunger!
A Diamond of Time Contest
Free Verse 7/6/ 23
Sponsor Julia Ward
Standing here with my heart on my sleeve
Trying to do no wrong
It doesn't matter what you believe
The day's they seem so long
I'm reaching for that something I just can't see
Time and time again it's gone wrong
Dreaming of what used to be
Brain fumbling for the right word
Love is something that comes and there it goes
Remembering what you heard
Time really shows
Thinking love never has a chance to grow
Silenced by the slamming door
Didn't even get to know
Was it a fling or something more
Time for me to look beyond what all hearts desire
Away from these long cold nights
Warming myself by the morning fire
Far away from the city lights
As the stars start fading from the sky
Which way shall I go now to find that road home
There is no reason to cry
I no longer wish to roam
Just can't find my way
Eyes searching for some distant light
Keep hoping and then just maybe some day
The way I choose will be right
And start leading me home
away from these lonely times
Where I'll no longer need to roam
Then I can sit and ponder these painful rhymes
I'm senile, demented, a has been, a dud,
At least that's the story, the Republican fad,
Yet little they know in their haste to throw dirt,
That they're helping my cause with their views so absurd.
Each arrow they fly with anger and speed
Is akin to a child that as yet doesn't read,
It has no direction it lands off its mark,
Its aim misaligned, a shot in the dark.
But let them continue, this path suits me fine,
For while they're distracted I follow my line
Of making great changes, passing new laws,
Pushing them through despite the known flaws.
My ace up the sleeve I've yet to pull out,
The one that will make my enemies shout,
Trump’s just my ticket to another 4 years
Flooding Republicans in a torrent of tears.
So let him continue to posture and shout,
Instilling in voters that lingering doubt,
The choice never clearer between him and me
And just like the last time I’ll win out you'll see.
I was trapped in a fast-food drive-thru.
From inside the sleeve of night.
A man with crow eyes violated my blind spot...
Vomited something incoherent straight into my soul.
He then darted toward the car behind me...
Then slithered back into night's sleeve-
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Though now it is battered and bloody,
I fall in love so quickly,
Learning and feeling so much at once,
Those I love release my heart,
Letting it fall from my sleeve,
There are cracks and tears,
Yet still, my heart remains upon my sleeve,
Some have attempted,
Truly, in earnest,
To repair these injuries,
Although soon enough, they too create them,
A simple cut, turned to a gaping wound,
In only a matter of months,
My heart will be wounded,
Sporting my casual loves upon it,
I truly do not regret loving,
Though I wish my heart would cease,
Cease to love so quickly,
To trust those to repair it,
My broken heart,
That is my own,
And I will always wear it upon my sleeve
Heart on my sleeve now
So everyone can see it
I get hurt a lot
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