Encore of my Life

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Why did I come?

I am not sure

Why an old mask?

Maybe I am insecure

I have lost a friend and now chasing a shadow

Next I will be talking to ghosts

And communing with spirits

Now to say my hellos, and goodbyes

I feel his eyes on me

Flights of fancy

I imagine slate gray eyes

On a dead pan face behind a phantom mask

I could swear I feel those eyes caressing me

Making me instantly glow behind my intricate mask

It’s time to go, I cannot take this wishing

While I turn, tears in my eyes, you step up to me

Arm drawn out like I belong to thee

As though on cue , the waltz takes off for you

My mind hesitates

But my traitorous body has already fit itself to you

Flawlessly, like lingerie to a harlot’s hips

The world subsides and it’s just you and me

There will be hell to pay but I rest my head on your shoulder anyway

Between us, there is no arms length

Propriety be damned I need a memory to take home with me

I breath in, but wait a minute could it be?

Full of wonder and confusion as you say that name you have for me

Said with  a reverence and wonder that make me want it to be

Making short work of your mask and mine

Looking at me your noisy eyes speaking volumes

How could I not know? How could I not see?

You shatter my life by tying me to thee

For an extended moment I am floating on a cloud of ecstasy

The silence in the room pulls the blanket from under me

I beseech the world to open up and swallow me

The shock and disapproval

Such displays are simply not done

As I hide my face in your shirt wanting to crawl underneath you cloak

You step up without missing a beat

“Although its been long in coming

I am a happy man as you all can see

I am proud to present you future Queen,

My wife if she will have me!”

My world has stopped

Life is so unreal!

Would destiny give me my friend and my mate

Wrapped in dashing phantom

Surely for a homely lass such as me?

If the crowd has a say, I guess she did!

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Seperate Minds

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I am one and twenty

………………………………….She is one and twenty

Over the hill, past my shelf life

………………………………….At her prime, ripe and luscious

A spinster due to my finicky ways

…………………………………A feisty swan among docile ducks

Maybe just a future inductee to the spinster circuit

………………………………..I have to earn her love, I need it!

To be pitied and propositioned

……………………………….I will offer her all my wealth, my life

Maybe become a kept woman

……………………………….My position, my rank, my heart

Maybe traded for rank and dowry

………………………………I will give up my crown if she will have me

Maybe forever chaste like the virgin queen, I shudder

………………………………She can have the world if she wants, will she have me?

Oh well, lets enjoy my twilight years, who knows

…………………………..She holds court in her glory days, so beautiful , ethereal

Maybe my phantom will sweep me off my feet one day

……………………………I will fight to call her mine someday

My childhood friend, standing companion

…………………………..The love of my life, my heart

Sometimes I wonder if I stand between him and love

…………………………Does she love me, would I make her happy

I dread the day a lass catches his fancy

………………………..I shudder to think someone else could make her happy

For then who would laugh with me? Hold me or dance with me?

………………..Another man touching, holding or even sit by her feet

Call me selfish but I need him free to be with me

…………I would have to leave, retire to the country for with this I cannot live

I will be brave though, if I lose him I will be brave

………………If she finds someone I will wish her well, and wish him death

What if he were he? What a twist that would be!

…………………Maybe go over her head and ask for her hand from her sire

Off we go again, a smile firmly on my face

……….. The world intrudes again, maybe tonight I can steal another dance

What is this? He won’t dance with me? I am upset

…………………………………..I cannot do it! Destiny has broken me

Phantom standing between him and me

…………..That eager expectation as she  looks for him in the crowd and not me

Since the masked ball he won’t touch me

………………………………………I went to her and she walked away from me

Will barely look at me at all

………………………………………….not looking back, walked away from me

Trembling at the sight of me

…………………………….It’s so hard, my body shakes from wanting thee

Is his broken heart taking him away from me?

…………………My heavy heart needs to get away from this

Or maybe find with whom I am meant to be?

My 50th dance at our Weekly Ball

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I have been asked to dance

For the 50th time

A silver jubilee you may say

Among new friends

Who hear my special beat

They have stopped by my doorstep

And I theirs

Loved my work

Just as I loved theirs

As I accept your extended arm

And classic bow

Please appreciate my classic curtsy

And pretty blush

E very week you see

I find it amazing that you seek me

Last Good Place

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For the Thursday poetry award I nominate: http://dustus.wordpress.com

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They say Africa is the last good place

I agree

A threat to no one

But itself

To the sufficiencies of others

A playground to the rich

A petri dish to sample new diseases

Cafeteria for new drugs

A cesspool of exiled morons

A retreat to the intellectual genius

A trip anywhere else is a vacation

To Africa, a humanitarian effort

Or the new celebrity pundit,”revisiting my roots.”

“Getting in touch with the motherland.”

Africa: The last good place

The only child of a western one night stand

Still a pre teen, Still under our thumb

But when she matures?

What happens?

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I have to thank jingle, for inspiring me and giving me that wind that my sails needed to launch my writing boat.

So tell me what happens

What happens to the damsel

Who’s distress was never heard

What happens to the damsel

Who’s prince just never came

What happens to the damsel

Who’s prince met a two-bit hussy

What happens to the damsel

In a tower straight through to old age

What happens to the damsel

Who’s dragon got hungry

What happens I ask

What happens

What happens to the damsel

Who only talks to mice and sings with birds

What happens to the damsel

In a deep sleep with a prince who wouldn’t kiss her

W hat happens to the damsel

Who was too tired to feel the pea

What happens to the damsel

Who the dwarfs did not take home

What happens to the damsel

Who planned to be married at twenty and is now still single at forty

What happens to the damsel

Who’s frog prince was just that, a prince of the ribbit realm

What happens?

I am a Slave

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I am a slave

A slave to fashion

And yes, fashion often laughs at me

A slave to knowledge

With wisdom using me as a punchline

A slave to fantasy

And a star in reality’s thriller

A slave to reality

My individuality on life support

A slave to my skin

Chained up, whipped, bent over serving

A slave to my principles

Or is it my mother’s principles

I am waiting for a march

A declaration of emancipation

But who am i without my slavery

Freedom may be overrated.

Human Outcry

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I am calling out to the United Nations

To unite and save my nation

To arise and place a motion

To summarize this whole condition

At sunrise finally take action

In my eyes we are past discussion

I can’t deny on them its hard to rely

On matters benign they give much credence

Passing rules soon disregarded and overruled

Superpowers never checking their powers

Their arms races ready to stop me in my paces

The help I am trying to employ to a world we cannot destroy.

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