Golden Glitz

Knights roar o’er hill
flame announced
fall upon the enemy unknown
practiced ease
plotted before release?
Each chess board piece
intricate care
late nights
pushed here
pulled there
where best to deflect attention?
Turn eyes from this kingdom?
Rats flee
river rises
upon the brass throne
jester
warped mind
warped smile
fear for the Queen
alas
plastic smile
dummy lips
back turned
so damn remiss.
not to lose the throne
by any means
throw the gauntlet
inarticulate threats
left hand pulls
right hand waves
no one even noticed.
©Jan. 4 2020
Picture found on Internet

Word of the Day Challenge #76-Untitled Poem

I was sitting in the comfort of my chair
watching the news
my reality one of first world problems
there is nothing for me to worry.
Cold
watching the scenes of devestation
desensitized
picture after picture
showing death
hunger
unrepentant greed
what is this world that we create
condone
with the click of a button
we can make it all go away.
Spun around
up and away
torn from safety
dropped in the war
any war
so I can see….
the truth
the brutality
to become aware
that within my own inaction
I give to men
men who care nothing of me
power to run my life
dictate to me
while docile
tame at their feet.
Fight for nothing
other than to keep from finding peace
as the money maker would become obsolete.
Rich men becoming richer
upon all those unnecessary deaths.
Eyes wide open
awake
I can no longer deny
a nasty taste left in my mouth
acid tears seep
poison in my soul
I shall never again sleep.
©Nov. 22/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #62-Untitled Poem

Man
let loose
corrupts a world
forsaking everything
to gain…..
and that there 
is the million dollar question.
War
guns
drugs
created to keep down the masses
to produce children of violence
who in turn indoctrines others
to maintain their place in history.
Voices raised in protest
silenced quickly
shouted down by ignorant men
or turn up dead
their words
their work
its disappearance
remains a mystery.
There are those
who would have
all beneath them
to take what is given to them
to hell with what else they need.
There are those who have done nothing for this world
other than to take
and take some more.
Death is coming
he cares not for privilege
in the end he brings them down
and all become equal once more.
©Sept. 20/19
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Turns of Time

Blooded face
teeth bared
feral fear
watch from hiding
all the men
marching through
quiet child
we do not want them to find you.
Streets
once prosperous
once lined with gold
tarred
reapered
crumbling foundation
where can one run?
Men
elected to lead
elected to protect
did what they could
to destroy
to reinvent.
A new world order
not pleased by everyone.
Watching
brutal men
ignorant bullies
with no abilities
other than trying to turn back time.
To when wealthy men were gods
women but chattel
everyone else so beneath them
worshipped
or so they thought
never realizing the heartbeat beneath.
Torn down
marched to the river
hangman’s noose awaiting
any last words must be shouted:
Why are you all
©Sept. 18/19
Picture is one of mine
taken Matlock Beach 2019
I have edited and stylized

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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