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Let the mermaids in my teacup distract us for a while

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The Roaring Poet 

His messages are boldly written

With blunt honesty, raw, but true

He protests against the damage done

Tales of the wronged, the violated, me, you

Calling out to the abandoned and alone

Uniting the invisible and too often unheard

He joins their inner war, draws his microphone

And voices their struggle, screaming it word for word

He withstands ignorance and falling often on deaf ears

His sound branded violent, aggressive, satanic, lewd

Standing strong, he repeats their message, sees them rise against the leers

A misjudged warrior for the chaotic liberation of the subdued.

Remembering 

A hand steers the clouds across the sky

Like shapeless cars on invisible tracks

Not one of them notice as they giggle on by

Flicking their silk locks across their tanned backs

They ignore the tiny painted warrior fleet

Hidden on the backs of pesky birds at their feet

I have to look down to hide my secret smile 

As I marvel at this unseen magic’s addictive charm

And allow the mermaids in my teacup to bewitch me for a while

Watching the breeze rustle the illustrated leaves on my arm

The fairies spy from their cloaks of flapping butterfly wings

On these curiously unaware high heeled glossy creatures

Who sacrificed seeing the magic in seemingly ordinary things

To parade false beauty on their empty porcelain features. 

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