Camouflage

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“I need camouflage
that works in such a way
that when I wear it,
you disappear.”
Jarod Kintz

Camouflage

I need a good disguise
I really need to hide
From the prying eyes
So very hard I tried
To fit in the system
Trying each position
But now the resistance
Almost my mission
Is to get away
To disappear
I know it’s a cliche
I am facing
The final frontier
My heart racing
I am finally fading
My shell visible
Slowly trading
Becoming invisible
My camouflage
Now complete

Poem a Day for Throwback Thursday – Part One

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“A poem a day,
keeps the head doctor at bay”
Gun Roswell

Poem a Day for Throwback Thursday, Part One

This weeks TBT is dedicated to poetry:
Enjoy these gems from the archives!

Farewell
Graffiti Porvoo Style
Camouflage
Beloved
Upside Down or Opposite Day
Freedom

Could it be?

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“A short story is something that you can hold in your mind.
You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine”
Chuck Palahniuk

Could it be?

Could it be?
Can you see?
Is it true?
Who knew!

So what if it is
This wasn’t a quiz
It’s no one’s biz
If we go to the Ritz

Never mind
I’ll be fine
I got a dime
Let it chime

Out on the street
Dancing to the beat
Life oh so sweet
Oh what a treat

The lesson learnt
Don’t get burnt
Even if you weren’t
Dance ’till you aren’t

Atop of the World, Mom! (seven)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

Viewing,
The ancient ruins
From the top, of the mountain
The views,
Sometimes haunting
But never daunting

Atop of the World, Mom! (three)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

On the top of the roof
Acting quite aloof
Searching for some proof
Of existence beyond the marble
As the people’s stare will never stop
At the tall white statues marvel
On the building, atop

Atop of the World, Mom! (two)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

Fully glass plated houses
All the way up to the very top
This is no place for louses
Nothing hidden, nothing secret
But soon enough, some regrets
As the gazes will never stop

Atop of the World, Mom! (four)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

Climb the steps
All the way to the top
They may take out your breath
But there is no feeling better
Than that of the atop

Atop of the World, Mom! (one)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

“Top of the world Ma!
Soon enough anyway!
At least, before I get to say
‘ha-ha’!”

As I shouted out loud, the lift started to sway
Hauling me and my derrière, high up on its way

Atop of the World, Mom! (six)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

Views, of the top windows
Sun reflected, between the floors
Everything visible, through the open doors
Did I miss something
You had hoped to score?

Atop of the World, Mom! (five)

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“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Atop of the World, Mom!

Sunshine on the canvas
Remember, where this place was?
Faded memories it may cause
Maybe grievance of a loss
But then, just stare into the sun
And remember, all the fun