the newlyweds

the couple happy,

but feel the pressure,

as eyes watch constantly,

waiting and hoping for signs of trouble.

Douglas Polk

a rooster

a rooster,

captures a snake,

while others escape,

the blue dog barks.

Douglas Polk

a girl surrounded

a girl surrounded,

by a blind man,

and lots of snakes,

or reptiles of some sort or another.

Douglas Polk

the worm

the worm,

with a yellow head,

tries to talk to the prophet,

hoping to be saved.

Douglas Polk

the deal

two women,

lonely,

ready to deal with the devil,

hoping for love,

or acceptance.

man of war

a man of war,

yells for help,

but the faces ignore him,

knowing the trouble ahead,

if they were to listen to him.

Douglas Polk

confused

confused by the thoughts in his head,

his face contorts,

and he loses control,

thoughts no longer thoughts,

only random pieces of energy.

Douglas Polk

shells

shells of red,

orange,

and purple,

hoping to be picked up,

and taken home.

Douglas Polk

crazy

a crazy head,

and a statue of blue,

grumpy red,

and blue cool,

no shades needed.

Douglas Polk

a girl

a girl,

happy,

hidden,

though eyes seek her,

all day long.

Douglas Polk

a seahorse

a seahorse,

out of place,

other creatures,

concerned,

their world not right.

Douglas Polk

birds

birds,

many kinds,

hidden in the painting,

while others left behind.

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in blue

in blue,

a colt,

a gift,

for the man in blue.

Douglas Polk

anger

anger exists,

eye to eye,

and face to face,

unlike today,

when people rage,

on the internet.

Douglas Polk

she sings

she sings,

or screams,

while everyone quiet,

listening in silence.

Douglas Polk

numerous

numerous the masks on the page,

and a bird,

and a couple of faces,

male and female,

souls on the page,

captured for eternity.

Douglas Polk

unsure

unsure what to write,

what to say,

aliens seen,

along with fish,

and squirrels,

endless  the possibilities.

Douglas Polk

dragons and things

dragons and things,

feasting on the careless,

dark the future,

when life thought to be worthless,

or of little enough value,

bodies pet food,

for dragons and things.

Douglas Polk

a way home

he sees her,

naked,

wondering if he is dreaming,

the world seems strange,

as he searches for his car,

and a way home.

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serpents

The serpents slither,

as watchers watch,

and lovers cry,

wondering if life but a play,

on a stage.

Douglas Polk

bird's eye

the eye of a bird,

searching its prey,

talons drawn,

death awaits the careless.

Douglas Polk

jack

a jack come to life,

a philosopher scratches his head,

a scientist in goggles,

as darkness closes in.

Douglas Polk

fog

fog over the river,

when the morning begins,

sky scrappers  hidden,

giants in the mist,

awaiting the sun.

Douglas Polk

blind man

a blind man,

seeing more than you or me,

knowing reality,

not always what the eye sees.

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Rain

roses in the rain,

a memory of beauty,

the mind serene.

Douglas Polk

the cowboy

behind the masks,

people hard to know,

a cowboy,

a lonely soul,

no time for games,

only wants truth,

good or bad.

Douglas Polk

weeds

paints drug upon the page,

spreading like weeds,

the eyes focus,

the meaning lost,

in the weeds.

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Bundled

lovers bundled in the days of yonder,

wrapped closely in blankets,

or just a disfigured person,

all alone,

no one knows,

not even the artist.

Douglas Polk