"leapfrogging" poems
Out on the ends of my arms are more handles than hands,
unable to pull in, easily pushing away.
Afraid of what other people will say,
I have evolved this sad display
while lass orifice seems to open, slipperier grows the sand.
What writing on what wall predicted this particular disaster?
My surname in the thick of it and brothers
who practiced not the tricks of others
whose principals life quickly smothers,
drowned in precious oil by some precious oil master.
Another leapfrogging tyrant amid predictable heads and tails;
many of them have been so spoiled;
congressional aspirations foiled.
Temptation around their ankles coiled;
deflecting towards evil gets easier when Good Intention fails.
Just for you an intervention was selected but your unkindly input rankles;
your handles aroused in some an unreasonable alarm,
despite your obvious charisma and peculiar charm,
among rumors of people you had personally harmed;
accusation’s thinnest trousers have fallen down around their ankles.
Crimes against me somehow revolved now were seen as
threats to them.
Acting on omens, reacting with their toys,
fail to realize this intricately grown up boy
no longer indefinitely in longevity’s employ;
this story will stain history before report of my demise
ever gets to them.
Out on the ends of my arms are more handles than hands;
unable to grasp, easily pushed aside.
Still afraid, sometimes I cower and hide,
my scarcity of tricks not already tried;
hourglass orifice seems to open, somehow slipperier
grows the sand.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
I can't remember a thing I did last night,
after leapfrogging in a field drinking wine.
But, I know that it's okay, since you're here.
I know that it's okay because you're here.
You make everything feel fine.
So how embarrassing was I?
Blackout.
Did I puke before my house?
I hate not knowing but, as long as you say,
"Don't worry, you were okay."
I can relax as long as you stay.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
Beyond the seven galaxies and further out in space
is my place to wait in weightlessness,
nothing heavy on my mind,
no more searching out that which I can't find,
it's an easiness for me to be
out here in space where harmony and time
do rhyme.
Straight lines go round me,I laugh, they've not found me
and never will,
until one day a sun explodes,exposes me,beyond the galaxies,
sailing on the universal seas.
My ship being rigged with seven masts,I outrun the sun which blasts into
another parallel,
just as well I brought a puzzle book,
but still I can't resist one last long look at
what I took for granted.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC