Escape Artist

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  • Confusion

    Escape Artist
    Words shoot through the air
    Like missiles
    Launched from all directions
    Criss-crossing paths
    Confusion ensues
    Unable to find their mark
    Explosions appear randomly
    Harmlessly
    Mission incomplete

    The intended target remains
    Unscathed
    For now
    Skillfully dodging each attack
    As if performing
    Some exotic dance
    A ridiculously unbalanced exchange
    One-sided, really
    Oddly amusing
    Laughter escapes as hopeful eyes
    Dart rapidly
    Searching for cover
    A clear path
    An opportunity
    To retreat

    Another round of relentless fire
    Wisely choosing not to engage
    Certain the enemy will tire
    Or become bored
    Or
    Run out of ammunition
    Avoid and outlast
    A defensive strategy
    The only one that comes to mind

    Suddenly
    Cease fire

    Today I am triumphant
    I survive
    Once again
    Narrowly escaping

    Reality

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    cooledelapenia commented on Escape Artist

    10-15-2009

    Lowly Coffee Trees and Vine by Cool Dela Peña Dry and dusty road scamper my solidified embraces of morning awakenings in summer liasons Dandelions and wild berries race for spaces Equestrian pipes locates this side. Cupcakes in butter and pancakes with rye The smell of brilliant breakfast is a sillified supine Remember when mulberries are mulberries rather than artificial beet crushed in pine. Lowly coffee trees and vine, engulfs my desire Orchard of beauty like grapevines entwined Parched discipline in a sequence of charm Ever creates a dainty incline. Lowly Coffee trees and vine, makes a lazy magic divine Growing sentiments of nurtured silence Heaped grace and superior design ever restores this homegrown ensign. The Rhubarbs Of Hail Lavander by Cool Dela Peña Time reflects in the eyes of the man Rainbows and clouds gather around Like mountain dew that frosts at night time Bringing solace and peace in this timid land. Willows and pines basks in brightness Salmons and bald eagles cling to life bring same providence in the shadow of time Like mulberry rose branches turned into wand. Shifting murmurs from cuddly to rustic The cold wind that blows is what I found Giant leaves wave at their might Same prominence from a distance all over the sand. Time there was when colors changes hue Orange, yellow, magenta and red, No greater display a sight to behold The Rhubarbs of Hail Lavander is green all the time. Poems of Cool Dela Peña 1. From My Wisest Musings 2. The Rhubarbs of Hail Lavander 3.Lowly Coffee Trees and Vine
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