crabby

crabby to the core
callinectes sapidus
blue with attitude

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wrong

is it wrong to want you so
this gentle touch wish to bestow
slowly with deliberate measure
adding to the building pleasure
each caress timed to relate
with those before and resonate
'til rising wave threatens to crest
then back away a time and rest
let silken ties their charge restrain
once arch subsides begin again
thus spiral up to higher ground
where hidden treasure will be found
when cresting of the wave won't cease
and in crescendo find release

the mirror's glimpse my answer gives
my time is past in which to live
in hopes for warmth from that hot fire

lock away 'neath plate and mail
what would make others quickly pale
or worse proclaim their merriment
at what the clown suggests
perhaps forsake the armor
and amor
for the motley and its bells
then at least some warmth I'd see
from smiles my capers bring to be

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ephemera

ephemera a lovely word
it slides right off one's lips
with nuanced meaning as it sounds
like fog on fingertips
substantial only partially
and brief its time in play
commands attention for a while
but then I look away
to something, someone that I love
more than all else I see
and in their fleeting glance I find
ephemera is me

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Inspired by RC deWinter's ephemera

authenticity

the burghers eating burgers
with their sides of coke and fries
complacent in the fabric
of their manufactured lives
slowly dying from the toxins
in accumulated lies

It's the tarnish and the fragments
which the struggle leaves behind
there's the measure of the yeoman
of the craftsmen of the knight
of the poet of the dreamer
all who try to set things right
in the context of their passions
and the things which they have learned.

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Inspired by RC deWinter's Revelation in a Faux Japanese Garden

manic in the mirror

laugh it up chuckles
your motley fools no one
least of all me
the burning glass singes
your paper facade
and reveals the beating heart
on your sleeve
so
drink your cup of bitter tears.
put a cork in it.
AND PLAY ANOTHER DAMN CARD.

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for the WOF biweekly prompt.