"sidesteps" poems
I exist out of force and because I can
I rule me KNOWING the end result
Defiance at all costs!
I struggle with a growl
Reality never sidesteps my graces
RAGE is too much like WORK
Crucify me while I take quiet revenge
Self satisfaction with a a touch of JOY
YOU only wound me
Bittersweet Symphony on at HIGH volume
NO TREBLE!!!
I laugh at your mortality
And live rent FREE
In your head!
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
When you reach the crossing of wane and wax
And turn left on the right hand road
A deaf man will be hearing birdsong
And a mute humming sweet song low
Their treble clefts will fill the air
And the sea witch cries of things she lacks
And monkeys swoop from gas lamps above
With treasure on their hairy backs
Ode to open season in the sea
Where mermaids swim to Galilee
Swift red orphans paint the gravel sidesteps
And tornados rip the sky
Shake the Earth like Nephalim
Sing, ye sweet Cherubim
Find tigers in your blind spots
From Bengal rugs and oriental pots
You will find at the market way
Fall deep in love with the sky above
And only whisper during May
The river doves are ripe as rush
The fly fish are all feathered
Come ye faithful denizens to
Discuss the imminent weather
Blithe as nail and smooth as tooth
The Cherokees sear the horse’s tether
And Poseidon’s monsters rush out like flu
To trample all of swan footed you
There is no promise in a word
But crystal chimes and charcoal blacks
So tell the sea witch what you want
When you reach the crossing of wane and wax
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
The angst, the bile…
the true confessions, the lies
Hey this’ll make you smile…
“We have been working night & day
to keep the evil pox at bay”…
“No!”…You didn’t & you don’t,
you brief a learned stooge
who’s too polite to contradict
and he too sidesteps the truth - huge
apologies… but in fact I know
a source, a whistle blower
a real grafter of course - he’ll tell ya’
He sees beneath the radar,
sees what’s really going on… and
spills the beans at a crucial time
to expose the ****** the excess
the subterfuge, the slime, demi-crime
and BAM! he’s out - because, although
you’re the guilty one...
You’ve also got the clout,
the power to contradict and flout
the rules, the under-funded crawl-out
you scurry metaphorically to
dodge the fall-out. There will be more…
you whinge - but later… I promise.
Hide behind some positive PR
some smarmy spin to cover
your tracks, hide the mess you’re in.
Paper over the cracks…A new Royal Yacht,
a wedding… more cake anyone?…
Smile for the camera darling…
But time will catch you…
Tick tock… watch the clock.
Choose your time when dice should roll
to call the poll…while you’re
up they’ll be down, whilst the good
outweighs the bad… now, quick - SPIN!
Am I too near the truth?
Do you seriously think
we’re all taken in?
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
Where has time gone,
It is zero hour,
At the precipice of ages,
Aging and it won't stop.
I see myself younger
In the ocean's reflection
Just below, I would
Jump to him for wisdoms sake.
I am at the edge,
Where ever this might be,
Sidesteps, tip toeing,
Between yesterday and nowhere.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
Senorita, nosedive in membranes
Seizure piano jazz fingers.
Lurch closer, I shimmy towards
you like Enrique Iglesias Technicolor
films
Centipedefeet tip-toeing beneath
pounding disco strobe lights.
Oscillations, Mac-arena side-leaps,
leviathan sidesteps to paradise
Glints of moonlight in her eyes
winking at me
She clicks her foot on earth
with Ye-ye-ye’s gyrating.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
daisy’s spread out in a vast field
twirling as the wind whips their blossoms
salty lips and caramel hips
dips and tricks
picking up the flowers that fill the ground with
color
laughs in Flagstaff
sidesteps and triceps
gracefully holding sweaty hands
in fields that only flowers inhabit
liberated limbs in little lands
with boundless promises
sway with arms on shoulders
hands on slim waists
spreading fake wings while lying in the yellow
field
smelling the scents, but with no allergies
spinning until floating
two in one without knowing
falling into enchanting spells
flower field remaining sweet
while kissing is faintly heard in the brisk
night air
oh, what a magnificent thing is to be in love
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 11:48 AM UTC