wayne34 Poetry (353)

In the dark
The shadows roam
The wicked the cruel
The boggy men

Dark shadows
They dash in gloom
Lurking in darkness breath
Ice cold chill

They wait sharp teeth
Fangs deep
They prowl
They creep

The vulonable the weak
The lone
Thier victom

Will I have wings
White fluffy feathers
As tall as I
I'll stretch my wings as far as I can
Flap them
Preen then clean them

Make sure there dry
Now my wings are in fine condition
My white robe clean and
Sparkling white
My hallo

Nesstle upon my head
To my charge I am placed to look after him/her
To follow them to take care
My duty to protect
Him/her
Am now
An angel
Heaven sent

Four legs
Eyes black with orange circle
Long whiskers
Teeth sharp

Silent tails swirls back and forth
Nose to the ground
The everlasting scent
Food wanted

Dinner on a plate
The smell of flesh the leoperds prey
Hiding in between the trees silently stalcks
Sneaking upoun with silent paws fangs ready
Claws extended

Silently creeps
Inches away flesh sents its nostrils deep
The leopard silent sees its prey
Fangs devour the flesh ,blood spurts to the ground the prey is dead
Roar or the leapord it is feed

Sitting in gods chair
Will he mind or make a fuss
Will he throw a tantram
And bounce on a cloud

Jump up and down
And below out loud
How dare you sit in my seat
Have to no respect

I'll send you to the devil
You wicked litlle man
Am bigger than you
You silly fool

My chair is only for my derrier
By grace of godI cast you out to
Th devil you must go
For all you bad deads you have done
I will let you back if you repent
On your knees and kiss my feet
Then I no you have repent

To see in the dark
To wander about
Unaided
Unable to see

To feel ones foot steps
Where
Objects lay
To find your way
Unaided to walk with ease to
Walk
Earing noise to help guide your way

Object you canot avoid there in the way
To walk without being injured
Maybe your guide dog
Maybe she/he will guide you
To move in the dark

On streets he/she will guide
To keep you safe from traffic on the street
Spare a thought good people help to buy aguide dog
And to keep him/her safe

On the table the old chicken sat
Clucking pecking
Wings flappin
Feather preened and full

Oh she was a plump old bird
Just ready for the roasting dish
One big problem
The dinners face

Who ws going to do the deadly deed
Volunters
Did did go week in the kness the very thought they tremble they think who was to do the deathlly deed

In walks the chef you catch I'll ring her bloody neck
With a sigh of relief they gather to catch the old bird with a squack feather flappling mmm that darn cat just ate are bird

In her arms
She holds me tight
Her flowing white robes
Hides her glowing wings

Her halo high above her brow
Tall and elegant
Is she
For she's my angel

Looking after me
When times are bad
She their
When times are good
She watchers from far
For I know my angel
Looks after me

Draped in her bed sheet
The model stands her modesty hidden
From prying eyes
Draping her body her

Elegant curves
Hidden but reavelling
easing the eye of the beholder
She lays
Her forming curves

Gently resting her torsoed body
Spreads herself ontop the table
Her left leg gentley held crossed up right
Here gaze held
Proped by her arms
She the watcher looks into their gaze

Her mind blank to the minds of the watchers
Pens in hand they paint
Cavtavating her form
as one with the canvas and paint

Her soul her form now captuerd in paint

Ice chills
Its cold breath
Blows its cold chill
Freezes

The cascading water
Stands motionless
Stop in its tracks
Motion lost
Ripples of ice where water was

Ripples form undulates over the edge
falls over
Hangs cascades
White frozen water
Where blue water was

Cold to the touch niagra falls
Stopped in its motion
Now the attraction
The frozen fall

Hi save my last word
The end I see
I wave goodbye
Lost am I

Drained of thought
Pondering what to write
Lost poems of thought
My creative mind

Gone lost the words to say
Where to find my lost words to say
Where do they hide
In the darkness of my mind

The light gone my creative thought no more
Straining to think
Of poems galore
My mind dims
It leads to darkness

Lost my poems there gone no more

On the fields of green
The flowers bloom
The blue sky
Shine its rays of sun

Envelopes the body and sole
Warming the inner core
Its radiant heat
Warns the painfull joints

Helps to relive the crippling pain
Free to move with ease
Relaxed painfree
The joints bare the weight

Lifted is the bodies sole
As you glide with ease
Welcome relif from the heat

Onto the ground
The deep vented ground
The waste of life
The baron ground

The smelling stench
Consumes the nostrils
Decades of decay
The gas rises from the watery grave

The foul stench the decay lays buried
Unwanted no one cares
In filled with soil the topping of the
Massing cake

Buried the waste of massed beneath
Swollen ground buried consumed
The busy lives the insects about seagulls above rich picking for them
Like birds of prey having their fill

Buried for all time the was unconsumed their beneath the
Soil they remain unwanted tossed out unseen