Word of the Day Challenge #58-Untitled Poem

Scurry along
close to the ground
tidy piece of gossip
bit between the teeth
must share
for he
for she
for they all
have gone insane.
Laws are on the chopping block
highest bidder can overturn
cease to play
all those rules
let the world learn to stay.
Like a dog
on a leash
tugged along
beware the growling threat
its teeth are sharp
do not forget.
Bleeding
money thrown to appease the gods
risen falsely
glory in adulation
walk across the backs of the forsaken
willing to commit crimes
in broad daylight
unafraid
there will be no consequences.
Roman Emperors
burn cities
deplete the coffers
shutter libraries
murder dissenters
(those who speak out against…..
cronyism
nepotism
favoritism to the nth degree)
how long before it is noticed.
Voices begin to rise
melding together in one tone
calling out the traitor
calling out the inner circle
better run
it is now…..
The Fox Chased by The Hare
 
©Sept. 10/19
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Fool’s Paradise

Men with the most
have the least.
Men with the least
have the most.
Contradictory terms
I agree
yet allow me to teach
you will see
what it is I mean
how happiness is so near
if only we stop
really stop
disconnect
enjoy all life.
In a time strife with war
mental health issues
racism revival
divisive tactics by world leaders
all intended to drive the common man apart.
Further apart
devils can dance without due
no one will notice
as they all yell
wanting their voice heard
in this time of panic.
Delighted chuckles
roasting pigeons over a burning court
embers glowing
consuming life
redesigning the world under one.
Have you ever noticed
that the ones who want to help
really help
speak with words
whispered upon the wind
scattered to be heard by all.
Do you hear that?
Sparkling chimes.
Please hear.
And if you have
had you also noticed
those who would destroy
who play deadly games
scream
shout
beating their chests like Kong the Ape.
Do you hear that?
Screaming missiles.
Please I beg
unplug your ears.
You came…..
clawed your way across crystal dale
battered through wicked gale
survived all that came you way
to ask advice of me.
We have become lost.
We equate happiness with money
with how many things we have
with how much it cost.
Our children are no longer children
becoming victims
aggressors
so young
where has the innocence gone?
Spearing sadness
tears gather
falling hard.
Shaking my head
lips pursed
to keep from shouting out.
There is no easy answer.
There is nothing I can say.
My only advice…..
be the gentle touch
lead by example
with marked kindness.
Maybe others will follow.
Most won’t.
But in this way 
there is still a small hope. 
©Sept. 7/19
Picture one of mine from
2019 Matlock Beach

My World

Darkness prevails
reaching ever forward
coating the land
pain
disillusionment
there no longer seems to be happiness.
Long for the simpler times
when summers lasted forever
winters slid by in a blizzard of snow
spring was announced with bountiful flowers
fall releasing the land to slumber.
Cresting the rise
overseeing the golden city
walled off
sense of superiority
I wonder
what do they really have?
I may not have wealth.
No money falling from my fists.
I may not have friends in high places.
No one to charm my path
open doors for me.
I may not have private jets
personal banks
yes men at my beck.
What I do have
is far more magical than all that.
I accept myself as I am.
I accept friends.
I accept family.
I accept applications to join my world.
My world.
Kindness is not a choice
it is a must.
Words spoken in anger
no longer able to escape
in my world
one owns up to their mistakes.
Opening eyes
to see beyond the self
creating a utopia for all.
I sit on that hill
watching the streaming people
scurrying here
running there
laying down at the feet
of those who have all the money.
Here on my mountaintop
cross legged I sit
watching the setting sun.
Breathing slowly in.
Breathing slowly out.
Escape the busyness of the day.
Center myself.
Close my eyes.
Erase the devils haunting me.
Breath deep.
Exhale.
Time to resume my zen.
©Sept. 6/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #55-Untitled Poem

Howling at the moon
mange eaten dog
baying strength
snapping at rivals
sure
so very sure
of its place in the pack.
Alpha.
Believed to be.
Joker.
Even that is an insult.
To the Joker.
Manipulator.
Manipulated is more like.
Stroke that ego.
Play to its insecurities
puffed up pride
strut like a peacock
one has to wonder
what is it like to live in its world?
Throwing money around
rippling like water
talk so loud
inane mutterings
seriously
is he insane?
Narcissism.
Grandiose claims
of being bigger than any god
past
present
or
future.
Claims have been floated
of how popular he is
(was) 
leading the world anew
rebuilding
strengthening the walls
keeping out the riffraff
or so he claims.
Question? 
Over here:
lean forward
eager to spew
indoctrinated passive voice.
Loved by the man
adored by thousands of women
all children want to be his.
Yes
Yes
is there a question in this?
How did a man such as he
adored
desired
(maligned)
much maligned
by those who do not know
(do not understand)
how is it….. 
please do explain…..
he lost those millions 
had to be crowned 
by his peers
only now to implode?
Straighten from the podium
mouth slitted in rage
arm out
finger pointing
let’s go
it is time to leave.
Point has been made
flashed across the screen
even with no answer forthcoming.
Minds begin to stir
awakening from dubious air
time for change
it’s a’comin’.
©August 31/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin
rise from the ashes
grotesque phoenix
bloated with assurance
with smug knowledge
that no matter how many times you burn
salvation will appear
rising you above the common man
again.
Swords are no longer lethal
weapons computerized
images play out
a black and white television
war fought from safety afar
while men
women
children
are considered a cost of maintaining
the Warrior face.
Sign the papers
do not look
do not read
pass along to those as lazy as ye
sell away everything
for nary a farthing.
Sheer idiocy
brought us to our knees
thought to be subjugated
turned the tables
revolution brought about
rising up
taking back what is rightfully ours.
Pulled from the depths
placed upon trial
public outcry
denial
tried to empty out accounts of gold
flee across seas so bold.
When caught…….
tears
crocodile or real
who cares
you thought to debase
to rise above again and again
spewing hatred
feudal restraints…..
Grand gestures
mean naught
dip into your coffers
pay your due
disregarded
your requests for leniency.
Awaiting fate
slow crawl of each second
tick tock
tick tock
torture
never mind the smile upon my face.
Bell has rung
time has come
hatred never pays
guns will come
let’s play this game our way.
©August 20/19
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Hollow Man

Vile debauchery
incessant need
fill the void with vices
lies
ignorance
while proclaiming
how virtuous you are.
Am not sure
what gilded mirror you stare into
what witch enunciates your plays
broadcasting your naivete
soothing swollen ideals.
That is not what
nor whom
I see.
Not a child who knows naught.
Not an adult who knows better.
Narcissist
using death
destruction
as a platform from which to induce
rage
anguish
pain.
Swaddled in yes men
pampered by yes women
afraid that the world shall see
watch you reap
the very damage you inflict
on passers who dare to contradict
dare to stand up
for right
for life
for reality.
Delicate sensibilities
temper tantrums from a man child overgrown
need a blankie and soother
to set things to your truth once more.
Unsure I am
how the lies
constant sycophants bottle feed
provide such sustenance
as you require.
Day will come
truth will out
your dreams of greatness will fade away
tumbled down castles
rocky cascade
burying you and your uselessness.
©August 9/19
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Benedict Arnold Reborn

High above
in silver blue sky
rumbles the approaching death.
Unbeknownst to those below
living life
loving 
family 
children
husband and wife.
Innocence broken
shattered
incoming piercing scream
impact
cratered hole
body parts strewn
blood
overflowing cisterns
babies scream
left alone
orphaned
for what?
Call to arms you did
inciting
taunting…..
so proud to disregard
so proud to abuse
misuse
power
for to whom shall you answer?
You sanctify terrorism
your mouth moves one way
words coming go the other
there is no truth to you
there is no humanity
reprehensible actions
provoked by…..
Volatile vitriol spewed
greatness is not forthcoming…..
Fall to your knees 
beg for forgiveness.
The Ninth Circle of Hell
home to treachery and traitors
considered too tame for a beast such as ye….
A Tenth Circle to be built
to house a man 
who tore apart the world
to sate his desire for the Almighty…..
Dollar.
Corruption.
Adulation.
Destruction.
The list goes on
and on
and on.
Detailed
page after page
of immorality
hatred
racism
ineptitude
there is no end
to the torment begun
brought forth
left behind.
Your legacy
naught but a single sentence in the annals of history……
A narcissist who destroyed centuries of history in 4 years.
©August 7/19
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