Thought #18

My poetry is everyone’s poetry. 

 

When you read my words they are colored by your experiences…….

it is your story I am telling.

July 13/19

Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #39

All sit around the table

watching

waiting

wondering who they will see today:

the joker…..

the coker….

or

the screeching maniac

believing that world is about to attack?

Don your makeup

close up will happen at noon.

Lies trip from lips

grimace in place of a smile

glance at the clock

countdown begins……

ten

nine

eight…..

Finger on the trigger

when did you pull a gun?

Wanton disregard

psychopath you are

destroying

raping

marauding.

Shore up your battle lines

all await your downfall.

Jocular in public

raise your hand

wave the white flag

be kind to all who look your way

but

when the doors do close

the face comes off

reality sets in

and demons begin to froth.

Sold your soul to the devil

made your pact

ready to pay?

He will be back.

©July 13/19

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