Dingle, Barry

Midas Welle

Mustaph Ben Ayleans

Thanks for checking it out folks.

Another painterly piece written with eloquence, mig.

The pale frown
of this porcelain mask
is next to fire in a thespians cold kiln.

An actor bearing no striking match.

A fun house reflection
jailed between walls within the mirror.

This sideshow spoken in tongues
upstaged by the man quietly talking with his hands.

The pop of that whipping white flag
clips the loudspeakers amplitude
while failing to smother my keystroke punches.

Take that weak font face and move.

That type no longer suits me!

Thanks for the feedback, Robin & Julie.

Two feet ahead
toe to ankle in line,
just twenty four inches...
plus or minus point nine.

My arm outstretched
sans a measuring tape,
zero air space between
no gap or gape.

Size thirteen's crushing a clod,
leaving prints sole deep
bending over the sod.

Dirt from the roots
caked in cross hatch treads.
Thirsty mosquito's
swarm 'round my head.

Holding still in a garden gnome pose
pant leg is wet
from the split leaking hose.

Two feet ahead
an upturned rakes tines
twenty four more inches
toe to ankle in line.

Thank you.

As always, thank you for checking it out and for your acknowledgement, Julie.

Your feedback is appreciated, Robin.

Star glitter charges the air
pelting my corona
as I soar through the Pegasus's turbulence...
wing thrusts of the airborne steed
flinging meteor chips over me.

As the griffin swoops past Orion's belt above,
Poseidon thrusts his trident
through the gargantuan squid's tentacle
beneath the Caspian sea.

Medusa's serpent dread's are in a frenzied whip
as she wallops me with her flaming scepter.

Hercules chariot now racing me from
Pompeii as the volcano erupts,
filling the streets with molten lava
and blanketing the sky with smoke and ash.

Thanks for digging this one up and commenting, Robin & Julie.

Thanks for having a look and sharing your thoughts, Lane.

A bullies "leadership" has to be challenged to expose them as the weak phony they typically are. That's often the catalyst required to disarm the real threat, that being their mob of followers duped by fear and lies.

Prince Cory Nation

Your kind feedback is appreciated, mig.

Thanks for your feedback, Kendrill.

Thanks, Julie.

Thanks, Robin.

Cal A. Mazu