Poetry – Page 26 – The Creative Chronicles of Dave Stancliff

Pay Attention To Me!

The homeless man cries out “Pay attention to me” to a passerby that cannot see his misery!

The dictator demands “Pay attention to me!” or suffer indignities in spite of your pleas

Babies cries translated into “Pay attention to me!” brings good parents running instantly

When a dog barks and wags his tail happily he’s telling you to “Pay attention to me!”

Sometimes a person’s eyes reveal a hidden plea asking you to “Pay attention to me!” hopefully and silently.

The poor in the world dream of equality and ask governments ruled by the wealthy to “Pay attention to me!“

In reality we all have an angel and a devil saying “Pay attention to me!” and who we pick is who we’ll be.

I’m Waiting

You know I’m waiting for Armageddon to come and go

because we’re heading there

Climatologists warn there’ll be nowhere to go

and we won’t be able to breath the air

I’m waiting for America to experience an awakening

in civility

A season of reasoning

that’ll restore our nations stability

I’m waiting for a new era of hope

when all races come together in peace

and nationalities learn to cope

and all of the hostilities cease

I’m waiting for a new day

behind my computer

looking for a positive pathway

a self-appointed troubleshooter

I’m waiting to ride into the sunset

to see a stairway to heaven

to learn the mysteries of the internet

and to spiritual progression

And, I’ll keep waiting…

Jonesing for Slang?

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Let’s shoot the breeze and spill the beans until the cows come home. We can pig out on a piece of cake and do the Aztec two-step in a public velodrome.

It doesn’t always take an ace up your sleeve to deceive, you can make people believe you’re the next best thing to sliced bread, if you use your head. It’s all systems go when you have a bird in hand for a one-night stand.

Just go along for the ride when people think your snide, don’t hide. Slang is here to stay – like rock and roll – it isn’t going away.

An Ode To Spirits

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Here’s to the Angel’s Share of Irish spirits which inspires scribes to sing of their merits!

Long may aged whiskey be praised as the nectar of gods in the pantheon of booze.

Hear me then, alcoholic spirits!

The path to heaven is near, and it’s not a from a low-calorie beer. The whiskey spirits that reside in an aged oak barrel are potent and playful when near.

Libations to ancient drunken deities have made the daily worship of spirits a man’s right. A great excuse for a party every night.

Hail to whiskey spirits everywhere! ‘Tis of thee, I sing.

Blind Faith

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How can faith be blind when its entwined with your heart and mind?

Have you never seen a miracle, or had a magic moment of strength in trying times? Or read between the lines for hopeful signs?

The ability to have faith, when all else fails, makes for inspiring tales.

You don’t have to hold or see faith, it’s embedded in your heart in a safe place. Summoned, it gives you hope where there is no trace with a reassuring embrace.

Yet, some believe blind faith can lead us down the wrong path in life, leaving us with only strife.

Love Is A Rose

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The tricky part of love, as new lovers know, is what makes love continue to grow?

First love is like a red rose in bloom. It’s essence, an intoxicating perfume. But it comes with a warning that if the rose wilts: there’ll be thorns that draw blood and tears. Rejection is a hidden fear.

Love through the years is an obtainable goal when soul mates nurture that first rose with mutual respect and open devotion juxtaposed.

Lovers that learn the secret to staying in love still see stars in one another’s eyes, and know that they are each others prize.

Growing Up

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Growing up is a paradox. A mystery to me.

An oddity with its inconsistency, because aging is both a gift and a curse.

Innocence and youth combine in exploration through a vivid imagination. No restraints on the confines of reality. No door closed. No thought unthinkable.

As age settles in, our experiences in the real world become mundane, as we learn that too much imagination may lead to people thinking we’re insane.

Doors once open to the mind, disappear in the daily grind. Bogged down by hard science and reality. Lost in logic and banality. Unoriginality is the final casualty.

Steps To Serenity

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Close your eyes and think about where you want to be. See what you want to see. What makes you happy?

Allow peace to settle upon your soul like a warm blanket in the winter.

Visions of eternity compete with reality, but that doesn’t mean you won’t find serenity. It’s there, deep inside like a splinter.

Let your inner being be serene, and dream. Everything isn’t as it may seem. Our life is a mystery, our roots long lost in history. We each have a story.

The road to happiness runs from desire to the heart whose destiny is serenity.

Waiting For You

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Just so you know, that I know, there’s no place to go.

I wait like a jealous lover as the years go by, always around the corner and nearby. My watchful eye waits for you to die.

Time is my accomplice and no deal you strike will grant immortality to thwart me. With every breath you draw you’re one step closer to my dark gaping maw.

I am inevitable like the currents in the blue sea. There’s no way of avoiding me. I am all man’s destiny.

Don’t wait with baited breath, I’ll come, as sure as I am death.

Immigrant

I spied a young illegal immigrant lying in the street

badly beat

with bloody feet

asylum dreams crushed into the concrete

with nothing to eat

his goal incomplete

his hopes in full defeat

with nowhere to retreat

he quietly died there in the heat

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