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Poetry 10     

                       
BLUE PEACE

Why no peace...not loved enough...fear thou art adored...we cherish thee insecurity...can't get you out of my head...dawn of the dead...what have you been fed?...twisted bread of sour dough?...how do you make thy garden grow?...with enmity...fallacy...sound bites consisting of shadows...sends you to the gallows...to be hung out to dry...how about a little affection?...rather than demand and insert...we'll surely give birth ..to a bast@rd...that will grow up to bite our oblivious as$es...while opportunity eludes us...as peace catches the next bus...to find if any are worthy...of its precious company.

  © Dale Wicks
 

IMPATIENT

No More Waiting...I'm reaching out to take...can't be fake...but, I want it...I need it...must bring it home and feed it...then breed it....til its everywhere...people stare...weirdo's glare...kind hearts care...about strange foliage growing...up their pant sleeves and skirts...connecting them with its vine...drink the wine...before it spoils....of war...are always rotten...I don't cotton to fighting and fussing...so eat it worm...do you squirm...from hanging on a hook? It's your portion to catch the big fish...don't let it get away...So hoist the main sail we're headed out to sea...to new horizons and all that crap...before the sun sets, making discovery hard, cause its dark.
 

       © Dale Wicks
 

WEIGHING

Stare at the orb...like a big pearl...can't take my eyes off of you...you're too good to be true...maybe you're not...perhaps its the moon in my eye ..blinded by the eclipse...I need a new moon...this one's getting full...so many balls to hold...so many thoughts unfold...and take flight in the wind...I'm so buff when I'm yellow...tell all the folks hello...what does it mean?...making the scene...does it need creation or is it already there...back to stare...unaware...of other options nearby...too focused on the pearl...am I the oyster?...at times I have a shell. Oh well, I started this and must finish my sentence.

  © Dale Wicks

COFFEE CONVERSATION

A bang rang out while I was drinking coffee...gun finger got me...peacock went and shot me .. right in the universe...I had done gone and surrendered...but like a car rear ender...he took me by surprise...no lies...he didn't realize...those words were weapons...meant to spill some blood from me...check the directory...call to Calvary...what's a good salary?...to take a hit like this...no defensive shield is skin.. word bullets go right in...let the cosmos start to spin...it right out into the far reaches of the universe...Take another sip...What else you got?

  © Dale Wicks

SKIP

over and over...the band played on...me comfort still...perched on window sill...spread your tiny wings and fly away...nothing to see here...summer repeats...Ask not what history can do for you...but what you can do for history...poor kids...they'll be tested...hard pressed to impress the status quo...say ahhh ...now turn your head and cough...what we have here is a failure to communicate...still lazy after all these years...so what...whoever stands in the gap, will get many a slap...for their trouble...so the more things change ..the more they stay the same...just a game...ain't that a shame...choosy mothers choose jif ...insert animated gif...to show your mood ..or send a sentiment...its the hallmark of communication ..in this post pepsi generation...keep eyes on the prize...what prize...you realize...its just cheese...hopefully swiss.

SERENITY ?

Give me some face time...help me face facts...or call out "about face"...never mind...I'll tinker like a mad scientist...mix all the vials...mortar out ideas...illuminate like those wire thingies that electricity rides up...give my creation life...let lightning strike...speak to me baby, or give me some sugar...betray me with a kiss...why I ought to...posture...pose...spray me with a hose...cool down...take a chill pill...un bunch thy panties...and take the road less traveled...skip thru the tulips...run headlong into trees...fraternize with birds...make honey like a bee...trip the light fandango...and everywhere cast seeds...when johnny comes marching home...they'll be a love in there.
 

Maybe on a moonless night...I'd take you cruising with me...where wild things bump in the dark...take courage in thine company...see the moon is full...so I'll go it alone...take in the sight...light dancing on stone...its speaking to me...rather be the dancer...than the stone...

  © Dale Wicks
 

INVITATION TO CONVERSATION

you want to talk...or play games...pick the part...gets picked apart...choose a role and all just unravels...slamming the gavel...order, order, in the court...said the jester to the king...from his belly springs...bile and acid...that make one flaccid...hear ye hear ye...no procreation henceforth...so let it be written so let it be dung...mellow out dude...and hand me a drum ..or something to strum ..do dig in...foods getting cold...been an icy wind blowing ...from the frost you been stowing ...to everything turn, turn, turn...let it burn, burn, burn...away concern...I'll drink to that...it's miller time...are you ready for some football...when pigs fly...drowning here and your describing the water ..nothing like a little H2o...you can keep the NaCl...where's the fire...why so dire...need to retire...those feelings, nothing more than feelings...cold as ice...mad as a hatter...riding winged steed...what does it matter...cause its your thing do what you want to do...

Melting to wrench and E....is that victory? ...are you aware of the sense in non? When you say World Series and I proclaim Rhinoceros does it afflict pain? These are the questions that need answers....but where are they found...under some mat, no doubt ..on a porch...with the word welcome exclaimed... really ..let me test that....let me look beneath...to find more than dust and bugs ..I'd be surprised...maybe that's the rub...massaging me...pessimism...you never let me down...can't replace you...shall erase you...and float in the spills of blue and green....ride carefree...on current dream.

LIGHT HOLDS THE COLOR

   Light holds the color for us to see
What is Life, What is Hope
and the possibilities
Could I trade you away
or give you up for a fee?
Can you be all around
yet oblivious to me?
My answer is no
Cause then where would I be?
For without light
 all fades to gray.

  © Dale Wicks

The past for reflection
Our future is pondered
I am for the present
As this path is wandered

© Dale Wicks

   SECTARIAN PERSPECTIVE

 Giving life to what really isn't
 In pride choosing sect to the whole
 The Frankenstein monster created
Animation in need of a soul

© Dale Wicks
 

 

FALLING TO REST

Ascended I
must topple from
the lofty perch
 to rest.

 © Dale Wicks

 To those untouched by error
From whom suffering flees
Comes the most noxious of gifts
When you're down on your knees
Glancing over proud noses
Varied levels of disdain
Separate from mercy
Don't relate to the pain
Heads full of answers
Tongues correcting the least
Judgments from on high
Where they continually feast
May compassion soon be theirs
on that momentous day
When hardship then teaches
They are too, made of clay

© Dale Wicks