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The Danger, poetic thought by George-B (©Always) (the smudge and other poems)


The Danger, poetic thought by George-B (©Always)

The Danger lurking in plain sight,
disguised
as benevolent face…
It holds a book,
of broken promises,
some secrets to be kept…
How more can one deceive,
another one with,
But selling all there is,
and getting bloated at it…
The epics of persona selling,
is just as old as slave trade,
yes, it is…

Encumbered not, poetic thought by George-B (The smudge and other poems


Encumbered not, poetic thought by George-B  (The smudge and other poems)

Unnoticed, silence breathed its way in:

can you watch now the growing grass,
the snowflakes parachutes landing and,
dust settling on top of dusty old, furniture tops?

almost instantaneously
night had moved over everything:

can you see now the shadows,
and the listless moon in owe,
eyeing the blue, as if…its dust,
were not to remain undisturbed
eons ahead,
except for a few boot prints…
cold of course, and odorless, and sterile…
encumbered not…

Photo: Earth and moon seen from space shuttle

Instead, poetic thought by George-B. (my poetry collection: “The Smudge and other poems” Page))


Instead, poetic thought by George-B.


Instead

Of heroic return to sanity
On a tree branch
I chose a steady
Pass all sane, not quite so heroic,
yet sane,
less firecrackers for the 4th,

instead, 

rather virtual kaleidoscope
paintings, and Fotoshetcher application of
Creativity, on the music of Dvorak, Chopin, and
about another few dozens composers
hundred of songs:
All love flowing
like a spring,
continuously flowing,
uninterrupted by unexpected fireworks at midnight
on the 3rd, 4th and well into the 5th:
lets keep it virtual

instead,

instead,

instead
lets keep it real instead, instead, instead…