"daredevils" poems
It's made in me
The way of me
So loving & savory,
What do I speak of?
My dear instinctive bravery
Insatiably
A heart of gold engraved
in thee,
Solemnly a gift from God
given gracefully.
Questioned by many about
my dashing courage
Noble-minded behavior,
Intrepidity
Superman-like favor,
Saving a life with intent
& untapped wit
Comforting to the mind
So very major.
Put my life on the line
for someone in need
Even for animals, treated,
As loved ones indeed
Deference
Urbanity
It sits well as my creed,
So many think of me
as crazy, somewhat insane
For having such a desire
of valiance within my brain,
Why salt my game?
Because I'm so in tact
with life?
The beauty it holds?
Mettle with heartfelt
kindness to my delight?
I can't help it
I must protect & serve,
MINUS THE BADGE
Pains me to see a
damsel in distress
No tender heart deserves.
I know that every situation
is not my problem
Shouldn't concern me some
would say,
Like a man beating his wife
while the kids cry & stray
In daylight even
Never could I look away,
I'm sorry
I feel I must jump in to
save my quarry,
Who knows I may be
in over my head,
But I can care less at times
Must save the prey from the
predator, can't consume of spoiled
bread.
Whether its a car speeding
about to run over a baby
Or a relentless fire in a
building coursing to burn a lady,
With my mind attentive, laced
with uncontested audacity,
Boldness
Courtesy
Reverence
All out strong Tenacity,
I'm here, Im here...
Good guys are yet to be
seen
Daredevils that are truly
serene,
But no matter what
I'm here,
With my mind & Valor
Have no fear
A young soldier
is near,
At your service I'll be
around to help
Take a stand with me
Let me lend a hand for thee
With my beautiful, yet
Ravishing Gallantry....
©Michael P. Smith
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
The Balancing Act©
It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through
This process of weighing things in my mind
Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved
No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences
Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life
I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind
But is there jealousy at the heart of it
Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act
What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind
Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act
Andreas Simic©
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
full grown light magnesium burns on the corner bright
now
now that false dude with the habit
has been removed from the bushes where he shagged
and scared little girls
and the punk drug dealer stood
near the bushes in the dark was
removed by what light
that burns like welder's torches
belches the sun at dark onto sly daredevils those
**** buckets
and the users go around to another place now
the young girls play basketball there
safe into the dark hours
and the brightest light saved
another generation
and it only took two deaths
there
to make it happen
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
I didn't learn about being beautiful from supermodels walking down the runway. I didn't learn about being beautiful from glamorous movie stars or musicians. I didn't even learn about being beautiful from the pretty girls at my school. No. I learned about beauty from my best friends and the freckles on their cheeks. I learned about beauty from the scars and imperfections they hated. I learned about beauty by watching them believe they aren’t.
I didn't learn about being intelligent in school. I didn't learn about being intelligent from some documentary I watched or book I read. I didn’t learn about being intelligent from studying day and night. No. I learned about being smart from my brother. I learned about being intelligent when I watched him stress for four years about college. I learned about being intelligent by helping him cram for tons of tests and quizzes and celebrating his success. I learned about being intelligent listening to his sobs when he received a full ride to his dream college.
I didn’t learn about being kind from some after-school special. I didn’t learn about being kind from watching my parents help being at the supermarket. I didn’t even learn about being kind from being treated so unkindly. No. I learned about being kind from my band director. I learned about being kind when I sat in her office with tears permanently stained on my cheeks and she just accepted my tears. I learned about being kind when she let me sleep on her shoulder for two hours on a bus. I learned about being kind when she gave me the coat off her back because I didn’t have one.
I didn’t learn about being courageous from daredevils on the news. I didn’t learn about being courageous from gutsy characters in books or on television. I didn’t learn about being courageous from teens who thought yelling at a teacher for no reason meant courage. No. I learned about being courageous from the people I saw stand up for themselves and for others no matter where it may be. I learned about being courageous from the people who risked their lives to save somebody they didn’t know. I learned about being courageous from the men and women who defended our country everyday, sometimes with nothing to show for it.
I've learned about beauty, intelligence, kindness, and courage throughout the years. From my best friends, my brother, band director, or perfect strangers. I didn’t learn about those things through mainstream ways that you find crammed down your throat.
You don't have to learn how to be you through people you don't know. Take a step back and look at those you do, because I'm sure it'll mean more to you when you start seeing those qualities in yourself.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
The warning bell sounded, and heads did spin
In a full on exorcist twist.
Hearts and lungs on overdrive.
Max gear ***** race, go!
Eyes meeting, hardly a greeting.
Run for the horizon, little darling daredevils.
-
His legs are burning, her lungs are burning.
Can’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop.
She sees the results and snickers.
Surrounded by searchers and sirens.
The schooling facility, a funeral pyre,
a gasoline catalyst. “All the same, stupid”.
-
Endless lines of lockers filled to limit.
Echoes of “run along to class!”.
Chunks of charcoal - Chambers of change.
Left on Fairview, right on King.
Watch out for Pauly’s pit bulls barking!
-
Down the hill on University avenue - Dead End.
Train tracks up the hillside, so climb!
View of the evidence;
Matchstick Mayhem Miracle Man.
Gasoline Gal, so elegant.
Smoke cloud, smoke cloud, our little secret.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
if you fall in love, remember that you are falling
and that the fall will not last forever.
you can just as easily fall out of love,
or wake up to someone who is no longer falling.
some people trip into love
accidentally stumbling into something bigger
than they expected and while the jolt was momentarily
unpleasant, they don't mind the fall.
there are a few who will count with you
but will not jump with you, no matter what they say
because they are too afraid and leave you
to fall on your own, to hit the ground already broken.
a select few hit the ground running
flipping mid-air, somersaulting
preparing themselves for the land and launching
themselves into the air once again, unafraid. daredevils.
there are those who look before they leap
to measure, calculate, check and double check
and leap once they feel safe and ready.
they are the ones who so rarely fall, but do so with all faith.
and then there are the ones who already fell
and went and hurt themselves
and will still leap into the abyss, free and bound
knowing that they will land paralyzed and will re-learn how to love.
if you fall in love, remember that you are falling
and that the fall will not last forever.
but also remember to enjoy the fall,
because like free falling, love is dangerous
but beautiful.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade.
My wild child,
My Celtic beauty,
Beautiful and strong,
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind.
With a smile on her
Face and mine,
We raced through
The small streets
On roaring steel,
Daredevils,
Without care.
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Don’t you just love the circus
A place so filled with magic
Where even if the show is new
The acts spectacularly classic
A place with lions and tigers
And the crowd roars even louder
And the art is brought to life
Like it’s sprinkled in magic powder
Where the clown is real
Like the laughs that will follow
And your dreams are full filled
Your never left feeling hollow
The daredevils in the spotlight
Have you holding your breath
The show is so full with life
But it’s like performing with death
There is no other place like it
Where they bring magic to the surface
It’s a whole new world to discover
This is the life on the circus
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
They cross the country
with 500 horses under the hood.
Those turnpike cowboys
trailing trailers like a train.
They slouch behind the wheel
with a million miles under the belt.
They curse the casual driver,
drifting, darting daredevils,
who know not how to drive.
They stop to fuel up
at those truck stops along the way.
The super stops with Mickey D's
and showers,
lot lizards in the park.
Or the Mom and Pop's,
with biscuits and gravy buffet
and a honey wagon out back.
They run the roads
night and day.
Watching the constant concrete trail.
knowing all commerce could quit
if they did.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
faded roses on the wallpaper
leaves bent back in an imagined wind
fingerprints of a thunderstorm cling to the wet image
she says it was a lovely thought that gave birth to such beautiful drawings
that any child could see many adventures to be
in such lovely daydreams
a place where the child of her heart could run free
decorated with faded roses
celebrated by teddy bears and tea sets
on long summer afternoons in the beautiful sunshine
while brothers and others chased firefly's
like days of old aeroplanes
dogfighting daredevils in the forever blaze of glory
swashbucklers that save the day and win the girl
ride off into the sunset
tv screen fades to black
faded roses on the wallpaper are all that remain
sunbaked in the passing years
a lovely thought that gave birth to our childhood
a swift dream
faded away
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t understand! He who carries my chubby face lives in me and as a copy kid you get after a lost star! A swallowing career vortex flashes in the wreck of the unpredictable Future!
Sensationalist World spits on everyone first, then chews well on daredevils, minute-human, hysterical cedars grab fame cheaply! My selfishness can keep me awake alone; I stumble hesitantly, cluttered with myself, I confess my things are done! "I became a fugitive-wild as an alien emigrant among the former Human-Celeb craze!" My soul refraction is dull, I have suffered timed wounds on the lies of fools!
I guess if I die as a counterpoint in the rich, spawned light, will the immortal Beloved be lifted up with his golden-hearted nobility?
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 2:02 AM UTC
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade
My wild child
My little Celtic beauty
Beautiful and strong
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind
With a smile on her face
And mine
We had raced through
The narrow streets
On roaring steel
Wanton daredevils
Without fear or care
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
Gently whispering memories
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
People and bodies
Lay, stand, sit, walk
Some run.
Clamor makes
the room silent.
Chattering voices.
Muffled, scratchy intercoms.
The phones
ring, ring, bleep, bleep.
Children laugh
they cry
they scream.
Impatiently angry faces
wait for departure
from their lives at
hand.
But who are they?
Mothers, fathers, and children
of course.
Perhaps the obscurely famous,
Agents or senators,
artists and daredevils.
A solider on a two-day leave.
Models, maybe more.
And where will they go?
Some go to more stress.
Some go to say goodbye.
Some go to places unseen.
Others to love.
Others to home.
No matter where
they just want to
leave here.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:52 AM UTC
I'm listening to ' Jackie Blue ' by the Ozark Mountain
Daredevils and gazing into the stormy night
Smiling , enthralled with every note
Creativity on high ....
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Define yourself in your own terms
Let triumph wash over you
Bask in the glow of your own definitions
Walk free surrounded in your own truth
One man walked on the moon
As one man learned to walk again
One woman sacrificed for a nation
As one woman became a citizen of her new home
A family of famous daredevils
And a family that got their son clean
Don't let others define your triumph
Be great
Act great
Revel in your accomplishments
And love your limits while breaking them
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
You once asked
You have the light to fight the darkness
Why keep it hidden- why keep it suppressed
So I'm answering- I do so because the world is evil
That people we sole loved- would turn to stabbed us fast
Like Eddie- the ****** who made a day tearing down people
With a pretense that they won't react- that they will forgive all lies
And understand that deeds be made silent- that tis something civil
To prepare one a coffin and buy them a grave- Daredevils I call them
So I learned to enjoy being alone, n' runoff the words of perfect gleam
Like tis something too clean to dream- like I'm happy within this dirt
Although I live in this dirt
My mind is well clean- it is pure
As pure as drops falling from the sky
Or pool of tears raining from a hurtful eyes
For the world spurned me an incurable wound
And I appease I be gone, and bury deep within ground
But destiny plays in gamy- it spoke: speak n quit been afraid
You cannot conceal till my script reads in silence- turnaround
And let's play another game- let's play my game of disguise
Let's bend our heads, and pretend our prestige is lost
I know of a place belonging to us- somewhere across
Let's work to build a wall, a trench n' a drawbridge
To cover the liquid of our tears n' end this hurtful rage
For the rest we'll seek- won't be afraid to do some lurching
We'll do everything blind n' walk the street in common disguise
A guise of a friendship that makes us appear like an apparition
We all have pages we don't read loud- we learn n' developed
Forget and move on, for those troubles become a memory
And if they judge- destiny cried tis a blessing in disguise
When people asked, I say tis wisdom that isn't denied
For I was hoping for you- to find you in a disguise
Like the scene of Eddie's coming to America
I solely thought you couldn't see through the clouds of my disguise
But destiny played a cruel game on me- you saw the charade of Africa
And read between those lines of my lives and told of my hidden secret
The world has spurned you, why not ***** in her streams- they cried
"Do come into my arms and loose yourself in my dreams"- You said
With a disguise, you'd slipped through the cracks of my heart
And mold a throne of your own, so no one could unseat you
My heart is trapped- like a bird who's devoted to you
Oh! release me, so I made carry the stakes for you
For I'm in such hurry to see what happens
When a blessing meets a disguise
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
there are characters in romance in wit
in seances that try to pull wool
over your blind eyes
smarter fools than I
catch their games
their playfulness
I believe in them
or want
for I
am star struck and earthbound
wanting more to life
I sit and hope for aliens to visit
conjure up visions of ghostly
visitors on full moon nights
werewolves
daredevils
tight walking Imagineers
peering into an abyss
with thoughts
from the realm of make believed
childhood innocence
fairy tailed
I love stories and dreams and romance
I love tripping over my two big clodhopper feet
and falling through
my ******* nearly breaking
my ****** neck
again
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC