Faith demands we hope for
What cannot be true;
Hope insists we believe
In what will never be.
They are trickster twins
Commanding our allegiance,
Wishing us disappointment, despair and oblivion.
I prefer to trust my wits, sight and a little love.
the cuckoo is a lazy trickster
she lays her eggs in bush warbler’s nest
remember Mayzie LaBird in Dr. Seuss’s book Horton Hears the Who?
Bush warbler is tricked by cuckoo bird.
She thinks the eggs are hers.
Takes care of them until they hatch
And then raises cuckoo’s baby as her own.
Innocent overbright eyes
Paired up with soft gray fur
He looks ready for a cuddle
trickster’s unassuming ways
sneaky and crafty
zany and wacky
playing some practical jokes
leaving you covered in egg yolks
having a wicked sense of humor
Being a stylish crooner
Not being uptight
Making your life bright
Is there room for comedy
well, probably
Trying too hard
to appear he’s not trying
Saying too much
without saying a thing
Shapeshifting lover
the fire his mistress
Locked in an image
—whose essence is damned
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Trickster, it's crystal clear you profess to
claim your innocence of being ethical and
loyal. yet on the other hand many red flags
revealed your inconsistencies. Trickster
unobservant you pulled evidence from your
pockets unaware like a magician pulling the
evidence like a rabbit out of a hat. Trickster,
you incessantly elude to accept the truth, you're
unhealed actions may be something from past
events that seem to imprison your mind.
Trickster no I'm not delusional to convince me
I'm clueless and continually disowning the truth.
Trickster why are the constant hollering and screaming
for the courses of action you created.
Along street’s he’s casing, unseen in control
Sickles and Scythes, double edged swords
One hooks the young, other catches the old
And for winding up days, gets a tidy reward
Not diamonds or rubies, platinum nor gold
But fruits, and candies, his Halloween hoard
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We recently lost my Grandpa
It took a toll on my Grandma
she took to the bottle
an unstable waddle
tripped on him hiding – such chutzpah!
Ballad monger sang effervescent song
trickster rhymester thinks he is rarely wrong
tasteless verse
sometimes worse
a poetaster all the week long
The Trickster
Trickster is my polite name for a phisher or scammer
Guys that should be caught and put in the slammer.
I thought I was smart and never got fooled
Falling for one of their money grabbing tools.
But Public Clearing House said I won
One hundred and fifty thousand dollars and that's quite a sum.
Yes, my name was on the list that I won the lot.
All I had to do was pay the tax before receiving the pot.
They gave me the tax agent's name and address
It seemed to easy I must confess.
So I checked with PCH to see what they had to say
They said they don't contact winners that way.
Then who sent me this mischievous crap?
It had a picture of an old brother from my college frat
I sent a message to him to see if he was the one?
Could tell it was not he, but we had lots of fun.
Standing silent, alone, without a friend,
vigilant in the face of wind and rain.
A scarecrow trickster is playing pretend,
in his hand-me-down clothes: ragged and plain.
The whispers of the crop
berates silence, nonstop:
and yet, he doesn't eavesdrop.
The birds all shoo
on cue; 'cause he's
steadfast and true!
And although he faces a chilling end,
he hangs there, unabashed; without a brain,
amidst the rows of corn as a backdrop:
disguised as you.
Only God could convince the atheists
that He does not exist,
and prove them wrong....
Trickster Extraordinaire
Eulen und Meerkatzen
Till Eulenspiegel
Medieval Clown
Fooled them all.
Mirrored people’s vanity
Physiognomonic
Judge of humanity
Wasn’t hard at all.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 8, 2016 (Double Dactyl)
Missing him..
I filled my time with other things,
But nothing helped keep him off my mind.
The Night:
Filled with two false poetic promises left me disappointed.
In these two years I have lost all “friends” I thought had loved me.
Instead,
They abandoned me, and left me to my own devices.
But the new discovery of joy found in honing a craft,
Granted me the sight of true love.
Even if he didn’t love me back..
And yet,
It wasn’t fair.
The Night displayed a Full Moon shamelessly,
Much like the night I left home.
It was a sky full of nothing but stars falling over stars.
Instead of fleeing,
On this Night,
I went to howl at the Moon but what came out-was his name.
Morbidly followed by not even a whisper of an answer.
Even though I knew it was hopeless, i still hung up my mirror to almost see the shriek I prayed still hung in the air.
It was a deep dark voice
-dare I say his voice?
I have always known it.
Even when a hundred years has passed us both by.
Would I ever hear it again?
I sadly still wonder..
Surely there is a sly trickster in the sky tonight
He’s pulled a magic cape slowly across the moon
As there could never be scientific explanation
For the golden beauty seen and gone too soon….
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