running around the house
and then she scolds you
for not sleeping in the
summer afternoon
i remember not wanting to sleep
that has always been the case
so she would tell me a scary story
to make me sleep silently in peace
that kid sometimes would sneak away
without disturbing his mother's sleep
and try to find something to do
but there's nothing only the silence of a summer afternoon
Wind wafting wisteria blooms, so gently;
In the purple haze of laid-back summer.
Milky moon gazes through onyx, intently
Red rose shivers, at drumroll of thunder.
Honeyed noon longs for rainbow sunset;
And sable shadows start to sneak away.
Sunrise on molten sea, liquid gold asset!
Yesterday lives in vibrant heart of today.
Farewell flowers. Hail pretty colors, fall!
In beauty, scarlet cardinal is still singing.
Trampled, hued leaves of nature's thrall,
Of no end. Mauve butterflies are winging.
Wish I had a giant that I could outwit
I’d sneak away when he told me to sit
Bring back the cops and they would arrest the nitwit
Alas, my tiny beanstalk has not grown one whit
Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town
Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown?
We could not wait for our parents to slumber
Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber
Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could
The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood
Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done
They were soon there also, spoiling our fun
Started Writing on July 23, 2024
Finished writing on Oct. 29, 2024
They grew up in different parts of the sky.
A chance meeting changed each of their lives.
Each flying as part of their flock,
They bumped each other when avoiding a rock.
They chirped at each other and wanted to be
The other’s love for eternity.
They would never be together in the world as it was.
They would need to be sneaky about their true love.
Their flocks did not know of their love - so divine.
They would sneak away after chirping well-crafted lies.
And then one day against Mother Nature’s plans
They flew away for good and "took a stand."
Soon a baby bird chirped in their nest
A baby bird quite unlike the rest.
Unlike Romeo and Juliet, suicide was not part of the plan
And the new bird family soon grew into a clan.
after the storm the sky sighs
relieved the rage has expired
with a rolling fade rumble
all is quelled to quietude
after rain a damp dank shroud
covers the earth utterly
enveloping everything
in slimy glint of wetness
after the lightning is sheathed
the earth is spared more sharp stabs
and brutal bang afterthoughts
in rolling peals of thunder
then the dark clouds sneak away
ashamed for temper tantrums
that spoiled what otherwise was
a perfect hot summer's day
The darkness in the sky is brightend by the stars and the moon,
looking at the liquid mirror rippleing the reflection from above.
the abstract beauty created by the the creature swimming in the mirror,
as its fins break the surface.
the dancing of what looks like fire byflies
catching the breaks in the mirror.
As much as the sky looks down at itself in the mirror below,
it knows in a few short hours its beauty will no longer show.
as the lights in the darkness sneak away, the sun says hello,
with the tears of old stars falling from the sky, the moon hiding away with sadness and and dispare.
tomorrow night the mirror will return,
but the reflection it memorized wont be the same,
For the tears the sky cried, was it bring in the new,
the moon never leaving, but always saying goodbye, beneath its vibrent brightness its so sad inside.
One's perspective
might be the precursor to his down fall
when it's all or nothing
he might end up
with know one at all
betrayal of ah lover
has real consequenses
a fool only loves someone
that he only misses
a celebration doesn't make you
a celebrity
I've found someone else
we're alone when it's just you and me
can't do that round here
everyone know's were married
they push us around snear
it's, get and gone; Ya'll hurry, hurry!
we sneak away to find romance
in romantic places
see people we know
we hide our selfs
or turn our faces
Divoice my wife
you divoice your husband
then we can be together
we been saying this
seems like forever
People tell us
they don't want us around
call us stupid said I was a clown
dark skies when they
come your way
find shelter
that's what people say
a combination of
activities and obligations
divided time and loyalties
stressed out don't wanna
make decisions
perching around like
a pigeon
lose my tread of thought
can't pay attention
you my wife
you my lover
Dreams- with minds, often fight.
At times, they sneak away to entertain- or quake
causing fright!
Details converge
forming new versions- true or fake-
that merge
with beams
to swirl, whirl, make
streams!
Dreams, with minds, often fight-
forming new versions- true or fake
streams.
Listen.......
Sometimes the dirtiest minds have the sweetest voices,
Soothing the ignorant people captivated by the
Idea of freedom ,equality and dignity.
And these voices are beautifully masked by
plastic wisdom and phoney intelligence,
With an innocent face to show the world.
Your spirit is their staircase to success,
while you struggle to breath , makes them riches.
Their hands serve a nickel ,to sneak away
with your diamonds.
They draw a line and create a clash,
play with your psyche ,to merry at your misfortunes.
Your own vanity with idiocy, will feed you a morsel,
to sell your soul at a price of gravel.
As you fall further and further, they climb higher and higher
All these so smart wretched beings
caged by their sham morals ,
fall prey and make the evil The reigning king.
And those sweet voices continue to whisper,
Nothings to you with soft smiles and black tears,
And when 'I' truth say this to you...
Are you listening…?
Written on -18/8/2013
By:Kenisha_shines
Serenity where are you hiding?
The edges I feel are jagged and
Abrasive, not conducive with
The peace I seek to find.
My mind is always busy:
Thoughts rushing like commuters
To a waiting train as the guard
Signals it’s time to leave.
Where is the solace and the solitude?
The time to think, to regroup,
To just ‘be’, in the moment,
When the moments are rushing by at speed.
I long to be still; to slow the pace,
Leave the race and remember who I am.
To dance in slow motion and move
To the rhythm of a gentle tempo.
Serenity where are you hiding?
When did you sneak away?
How did I miss your leaving?
I must have been racing for that train.
We marched down to the meadow to watch the witches dance.
Their bonfire was popping and crackling, you could hear it in France.
I was so excited; my feet were doing a skipping kind of prance.
I had never seen the annual Halloween festival’s witch’s dance.
The ghosts and ghouls were standing around peeking at the thrall.
There were all kinds of witches, dressed in finery from the mall.
Welcome one and welcome all! Said the head witch, brave and tall.
The dance started, and the meadow gleamed. I felt suddenly kind of small.
I hid in the shadows with the ghosts and the ghouls, feeling afraid.
They are the weirdest creatures from here to the Florida everglades.
This was said by a ghost who his friend called Slade.
I tried to sneak away but got caught by a ghoul in the shade.
Ooh, to take a magic carpet ride
Just disappear from here
To sneak away and explore the world
Just travel around its sphere.
Perhaps sneak away to Instanbul
Catch a whirling dervish show
Maybe flutter off to India
Watch spices as they grow.
Head towards the Netherlands
See flowering tulips in their fields
Steer the carpet to the Kenyan plains
As Maasai show their shields.
Coax the ride toward the British Isles
Perchance get to see the Queen
Flit on past the Amazon
See Brazilian emeralds and their green.
Soar over top of Everest
Chase the tahr down from its slopes
Swiftly skim across the deepest sea
Then gaze through Hubbles telescope.
Or should I closely hold your hand
Then float towards the moon
Lounge in the sun on golden sand
Then serenade you with a tune.
The word is full of lovely things
But I’d rather share the view
Because while these are dream vacations dear
They’d all be empty without you.
For L Milton Hawkins Contest
My Dream Vacation
Weitten 11th March 2022
from parties i never went to
I watched in the dark shadows, hidden by the brick wall.
The cat was magical, he leaned back but did not fall.
He was getting instructions from a spaceship so high.
I heard him arguing a bit, but then he added with a sigh
I will do as you say, but you have to give me power.
It was a mystical thing to say, at this witching hour.
Three a.m. and why was I awake anyway so early today?
I wanted to leave, but curiosity would not take me away.
The cat nodded and turned, staring into the bushes hard.
I was shocked to death, feeling quivery as yesterday’s lard.
His eyes narrowed and he stared right at my eyes.
I held a hand over my mouth, scared with enormous surprise.
He was a powerful cat from outer space you see.
And I did not want this magical tom coming after me.
Luckily, the smell of tuna down the street got his attention.
Allowing me to sneak away, with no real contention.
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