Come On! HONK

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COME ON!

The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall
​and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small

“Did you just see that?” The post man exclaimed
​“They’re the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained

Running across, peering through a small crack
​The post man kept looking, dropping his sack

“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”
​And then… as if by magic, the chameleon was there.

I turned to the post man and to my great surprise
​Morphing, a giant chameleon, looked me straight in the eyes

“That is my boy” he proudly said,
​Placing him in his post bag, that turned in to a bed

And with that I left, driving off in my van
​Waving good- bye, to what was, the post man.

Who then quickly changed to a red traffic light
​Which I screeched to halt at… Try as I might

I could not escape from his tight griped clutches
​My ‘Misses’ deathly quiet, that’s not like the Duchess

Then the traffic light changed, red amber, green.
​When a ‘HONK’ from behind, shatter my dream

                                                                                Po

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Paul Sayer

Thu 7th Nov 2019 21:45

Do.RoThY
You were right... It's an age thing 😉

strange but true
Po

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Paul Sayer

Wed 6th Nov 2019 23:33

Nope Don
That will be the silver orbs!

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Paul Sayer

Wed 6th Nov 2019 21:43

God’s ear and voice is omnipresent also.

Now with the added benefit (sic) of a plasma atmosphere we now have at ground level... Thanks to the barium and 2 micron aluminium particulates being sprayed daily in our ionosphere.

Watch the KC 135s weaving their merry way criss-crossing right above your head.

Oh! did I mention they permeate the blood brain barrier.

No? Good, Cos. that is a cosmic secret
Po

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Paul Sayer

Wed 6th Nov 2019 21:16

Always remember Don, our hermaphroditic, friendly architect and creator, can be any colour, shape of their/our choosing.

We think we have God in the palm of 'our' hand.

The eye we see God with, is the eye that God sees us with.

Po

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Paul Sayer

Wed 6th Nov 2019 20:36

Hi Jon

Thanks for the like!

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Paul Sayer

Wed 6th Nov 2019 16:24

No Don it is the hand of God 😇

Do, I have not posted this here before

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Paul Sayer

Tue 5th Nov 2019 22:07

That is certainly a possibility Don. Forgive them for they know not what they do... Or do they? 😈

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Paul Sayer

Tue 5th Nov 2019 20:30

Hi Mason
Welcome to WOL

Thank you for liking my latest poem.

I look forward to watching you unfold your gift, and discovering how wonderful you and life are.

When we, several of us here, find we need some respite, solace, and comfort we do one of two things.... We read others poetry... and or we write our own!

When we are happy, and in the flow we write.
When we are lost we write
When feel a loss we write.
When we want to scream and shout out, we write.
When we want to whisper intermittences and sweet nothing's we write.

We can be the voice of the world.

Or our own silent master, writing
'For Our Eyes Only'
and after reading and absorbing....
Hit the 'Delete'

It is painful and it is beautiful... it is poetry!

Po

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