Turmoil within seeks a way out
From without, it seeks a way in
To block that from without, a most sensible plan
Let that go from within ~ it's just a strawman
Categories:
strawman, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Like a straw man just hanging around
Watching the field never making a sound
Crows a dancing round my head
Looking scary but wish they'd of gave me a voice instead
Hanging there watching the world go by
As the sun floats across the sky
I may be stuffed with straw
But out here I'm the law
Watching over this corn
I'm ragged and my clothes are worn
Hanging around here leaves me without much to do
Hoping the sky stays blue
While I'm dreaming of things I want to see
All the things I long to be.
People in love passing me by
Nobody sees me cry
My lonely stuffed heart
Slowly breaks apart
No one to hold my straw hand
No one that can understand
Straw hearts get lonely too
The farmer needs to be a friend that's true
Build somebody new
A straw lady just for me.
Then so happy I'd be
Our straw hearts will beat as one
Hanging together there in the sun
Categories:
strawman, angel,
Form: Rhyme
A straw man stood fixed upon timber firm,
gazing at Autumn's gilded, moonlit prize.
He, the king of Earth and the winding worm,
she, the pale darling of cold starry skies.
Left in fallow field of harvest' soiled gown,
with sun bleached woolen coat so neglected.
Besotted by her face in freckled frown,
though light falsely owned in Sun reflected.
Few seasons counted in scarecrow's race,
lonely journey, long eons moon must know.
She left locked ever more in Earth's embrace,
while he lay fallen soon in Winter's snow.
Jealous moon keeps watch o'er his button eyes,
from Venus, Mars, and star's envied night skies.
22 October 2019 - New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest -Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
strawman, autumn, imagery, inspirational, romance,
Form: Sonnet
While crossing barrens last December night
I saw a ghost in the scrubby growth of trees
He was standing a strawman and I was in fright
In the gibbous moon's diffident light.
The world was an obscuring haze clouding my reason
I padded along in muffled sound as if in a treason
The spooky shade had a little glitch as if to ***** my neglected pitch
In the lonely mist and stony haze I saw the winter season
I traversed the field and reached a pool
The ashgray fog was coming from the cool
I had to wait for the break of the day
To bask my edgy soul in the sun's first ray.
Categories:
strawman, fear, winter,
Form: Rhyme
The new millenia has delivered a genesis
of global corporate government,
a religion of salvation through submission to the State,
politicians as priest, as pest,
collection plates around every corner,
confession rooms in community centers, communion with false currency,
tax code as Bible, Commander in Chief as Christ,
the man or woman arousing their neighbor's suspicion that private property
is being stealthily seized,
that sovereignty is not just for nations but for individuals,
vigilantes of enlightenment engaged in martyrdom to be their own,
not strawman accounts,
contending to keep their wages, defending "Due Process" with dignity,
these frontiersmen of freedom pouncing on the pall
of political sorcery,
being met with scorn & scoff
not by officers and officials
but from the bellows of fellows -
J.A.B.
Categories:
strawman, history,
Form: Didactic
Why do people see me as mean
I try to be loving the best I can
I try to give as but I feel nothing but unclean
I feel people find me nothing but a strawman
With no heart and no feeling
Why do I need to prove that I love
Why should people take me as concealing
When all I want is to do is provide love
Categories:
strawman, forgivenessme, people, me, people,
Form: Rhyme
Love thyself, raise the vibration,
Join the men, women and children’s celebration,
Let us no longer be subject to corporate condemnation,
We are flesh and blood, and not subject to legitimisation.
Time to figure out your no strawman,
None of us a heartless corporate tincan,
We do need our courage back like the lion,
and we need to find our way home like Dorothy,
everyone wave good bye to OZ, or 'zion'.
Come back to our playground created by god,
And break the nefarious spell we’re under,
For its waiting for us any time we want.
Categories:
strawman, hope
Form: Free verse
He waddles thru the house,
Mr. Quackety Quack.
Silent as a mouse,
Carrying his little pack.
A picnic today,
With all of his friends,
We get to play in the hay,
In the snow he pretends.
A strawman they will make,
A tall and lanky one at best,
It wont take much time,
Then we can rest.
We'll have a little snooze,
Dream of daffodils in the field,
Cause this is what we choose,
It gives us such a thrill.
Then when we awake,
We'll waddle on home,
Have some milk and cake,
Call our family on the phone.
Tell them of our day,
What a delight it has been,
Hope that someway,
They can join us to pretend.
Categories:
strawman, family, fantasy, children, funny,
Form: Rhyme