POETRY

ALLEGORY

IN THE GLOAMING

THOUGHTS ARE ROAMING

FAR AND WIDE

SIDE TO SIDE

TWINKLING STARLIGHT

CAUSING DELIGHT

HEAVEN'S GLORY

ALLEGORY

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I WAS JUST STARTING TO WATCH AN EPISODE OF THE WALTONS AND THEY WERE LOOKING UP AT A STAR AND GRAMPS SAID THEY USED TO CALL IT THE GLOAMING AND I HAD TO STOP AND WRITE A POEM ABOUT THE GLOAMING....

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SO OUT OF WHACK

WHAT FILTER DO YOU LOOK THROUGH

ROSE COLORED OR BLACK

DO YOU LET THE LIGHT SHINE TRUE

OR SEE WHAT THEY LACK

MAYBE YOU PREFER SKY BLUE

OR SOME OTHER HACK

MAYBE YOU DON'T HAVE A CLUE

YOU'RE SO OUT OF WHACK   

PANORAMA

WHAT'S THE DRAMA

PANORAMA

UPS AND DOWNS AND

ALL AROUNDS THEN

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THE ODD ASEA

THE WEIRDOS IN

THE ODD ASEA

WHERE TALES SPIN

HYPOCRISY

WHERE THOSE AKIN

GRIN MORBIDLY

THE VEILS THIN

TRANSPARENCY

INTO A VORTEX

CESSPOOLS OF SCUMBAGS

POLLUTING OUR WORLD

DRAIN THEM AND TAME THEM

BEFORE THEY GET SWIRLED

INTO A VORTEX

THAT SUCKS THEM ALL IN

NEVER TO BE HEARD

FROM EVER AGAIN

 

FINDING THE ZONE

THE WHEELS ARE TURNING

WE'RE GOING SOMEWHERE

WE ARE ON A JOURNEY

WHEN WILL WE GET THERE

TO OUR DESTINATION

SO FAR IT'S UNKNOWN

SUCH ANTICIPATION

IN FINDING THE ZONE

 

ECHOES OF THE PAST

I CAN OFTEN HEAR

ECHOES OF THE PAST

MEMORIES NEAR AND DEAR

THAT IS WHY THEY LAST

BEARE THE CROSSROADS

BEWARE THE CROSSROADS

A STRANGE MAGIC'S THERE

A STORY'S BEEN TOLD

THAT IS A NIGHTMARE

A MAN GAVE HIS SOUL

TO THE WATCHMAN THERE

BEST NOT  MAKE A DEAL

THAT YOU CAN'T APPEAL

THAT'S WRITTEN IN STONE

AND CHILLS TO THE BONE

DON'T MAKE THAT MISTAKE

IT'S FOR YOUR OWN SAKE

JUST CHOOSE THE RIGHT PATH

TO AVOID THE WRATH

Author's Notes/Comments: 

WATCHED A MOVIE THE OTHER DAY I SAW A LONG TIME AGO ABOUT THE CROSSROADS AND WANTED TO WRITE A POEM BASED ON IT.

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MAGIC EIGHT BALL

USED TO HAVE A MAGIC EIGHT BALL

DIDN'T USE IT RIGHT I FEAR

I KEPT ASKING THE SAME QUESTION

TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR

Author's Notes/Comments: 

AN OLD SILLY POEM I WROTE AWHILE AGO. I DON'T BELIEVE I SHARED IT ON THIS SITE. TRUE STORY. REALLY HAD A MAGIC EIGHT BALL. REALLY ASKED IT QUESTIONS AND WHEN I DIDN'T LIKE THE ANSWER JUST KEPT ASKING OVER AND OVER AGAIN TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR...SILLY ME. I KNOW THE FIRST ONE CRACKED WHEN IT FELL DOWN AND IT HAD LIQUID INSIDE SO IT LEAKED OUT AND UNUSABLE. I KNOW YEARS LATER I GOT ANOTHER ONE BUT DON'T REMEMBER THE FATE OF THAT ONE. BEFORE THAT I WOULD ASK FOR SIGNS WITH A YES OR NO QUESTION  IN MY HEAD AND  SAID STUFF LIKE IF A RED CAR GOES BY THAT MEANS YES. IF IT DOESN'T OR MAYBE A DIFFERENT COLOR I PICKED  WENT BY  IT MEANS NO....STUFF LIKE THAT.  

IT'S IN MY POETRY PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE   

https://youtu.be/aJL1u_02wMY?list=PLfrTz7o37VP9oDDjycNPPk3DNm99NBqbl

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