On a whim I’m posting two poems...PC Desk Duty and Kitten and Acrobats. Enjoy…
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PC Desk Duty
punching my own time clock every day
when I turn on my PC
and decide what to say
during my self-imposed desk duty
my thoughts trickle across the screen
opinions and images flow
during this daily routine
I never really know
the end result unforeseen
the eventual goal
to write and hope it’ll be seen
Searching For What To Say
like a bloodhound on a safari of scents
I relentlessly stalk each moment of the day
searching for something new to say
I let my animal instincts lead the way
when seeking story’s to share each day
eagerly searching for mysteries
and histories to proudly display
I hope my hunt for knowledge
all these days, never goes away
Sea Tales
I met an friendly orca the other day
all she wanted to do was play
two left-tentacled octopuses I met
played their guitars in a watery duet
I was entertained one time by singing krill
swimming off the beautiful coast of Brazil
while surfing with bull sharks off of Bali
I discovered they were gossipy and silly
but I think my favorite tale
is when I rode a blue whale!
Experience
you can’t go to a store and buy it
it doesn’t come neatly prepackaged
like a commodity
Experience comes with the school of hard knocks
like a scratched knee
there’s no magical pills to replace it
it’s a matter of your history
Rethinking Everything
an upheaval of the mind can be
a terrible thing to see
where beliefs are challenged
by realities
false histories
stripped away
ideologies
in disarray
falsehoods
exposed
in the light of day
the shock
almost too much
to bear
but wears away
when enlightenment
dawns
on the mind’s
new day
Coffee in the Morning
I move through my mornings like a sloth awakening
from a coma
mindlessly groping for my fix which is beckoning
to me
the need for comfort and warmth
from my first cup of coffee
the smell of that savory brew
invigorates me through and through
the burst of energy it gives is a pleasure
every day
when I imbibe my liquid measure
of coffee – my morning mainstay
A Breezy Look at Fans
a propeller in a cage
on hot days it’s the rage
cool air on a sweaty face
it’s wind flow to embrace
relief welcomed anyplace
a boon to the human race
their use is commonplace
freshening an enclosed space
in many a working place
the breezy fan runs a race
in households and every place
Desert of Deceit
Burnt sands cover the liescape stretching between truth and deceit buried deep in a person’s mind. A desert of deceit. Unhindered by any convention, yet still possessing a conscience that sometimes asks questions about morality and sensuality.
Falsehoods, like scorpions and snakes, strike swiftly in the seething sands of a liar’s mind whose mission is to deceive. The liar’s soul, burnt by dwelling in the bronzed wasteland of duplicity, is shriveled and crispy.
There are those who dwell in this sandy hell by choice. Content to wander dunes of deceit. Content to live a lie. Content to vilify. Souls that were born bone dry. For these nomads in society, I have no pity.
Frog Night Serenade
ribbit! ribbit!
went the big bullfrog
while sitting on a floating log
ribbit! ribbit!
in a basso tone
making the lady frogs groan
ribbit! ribbit! ribbit!
the bullfrog sang
before he suddenly sprang
ribbit! ribbit!
taking everything he had
to land smoothly on a lily pad
ribbit! ribbit! ribbit!
excited girl frogs were arrayed
waiting for the bullfrog’s serenade
ribbit! ribbit! ribbit!
sang the bullfrog under the light of the moon
while his delighted audience tried not too swoon
The Creative Chronicles of Dave Stancliff 