WHAT WAS IT? -- I., II., III and a second poem; COOKIES FOR A CONVERSATION

   I.     What Was It?                              

The choices I make are decisions I'll keep                    published toᑥᗅᒣȠḬṖꜗꞐ ⓒ

What will be better for most of my sheep

I must protect them from the terminal frost

This isn't a game, except all could be lost

My eyes are fixed, and focussed on the truth

I spy you cry, in the corner of one eye tooth

I'm not insensitive, so I know how you feel

It's no coincidence, if you grow up to appeal

Nobody ever wakes me when they are happy

I take the phone up 'Woe! Electrical Zappy!'

I'm glad I didn't design these landmine rules

We follow truly to the few guidelines for fools

Come with me to the brightest section of sky

Shield your eyes with no need to imply why

She fell to the ground thrashing and screaming

Colorful lights were flashing, or was I dreaming?

I can see your pensive glare as a frozen stare

And I didn't care because I was so impaired

Headcase I was and am, and always will I be 

So brace for me, because I am breaking free

Sure she was a Doctor, but she didn't know it all

A cure was why I woke her too a surely late call

Could you help poor Ba Ba otherwise she will die

My good eyes saw her fall from somewhere high

No, please my charge, I believe you will be just right

Know my grief was large but I'm transferring my fight

While I felt her pass I could swear I heard audio word

While filing right toward her as a light and bolt sword!

 II. Protecting My Flock From The Sky Devils

In these days we pray and see many wondrous sights

On knees beneath skies blackened gray hiding delights

Tell me your lack of conclusions are premature facts

I'd do well to avoid lactose intrusion in my gest tracts

The demise of the black sheep presents a mystery to me 

A prize to solving such a puzzle deep represents the key

I spoke to my shrink today; he minimised the prevalence

One stiff drink, my tip is to pay for decreasing incidence

Did you ever feel uneasy prying eyes from in the skies?

We may fray the edges, but the tech is far above what I...

Either we underlings to whom they scatter quieting crumbs

An inability to terminate experiments, and so we succumb...

Please my Father, I need your blessing, for I have been...

in the presence of those lacking love, the evil ones again

Why... yes. They lift you gently, but discard you hard...

Broken bodies in the pasture, a perilous fall from clouds... far!

Pretend not to glimpse flashes from the captive state...

Carry your fear silently, because you understand the fate

I don't feel what seems should be a searing sort of hate

I realize the hours late, my sense of vigilance yet awaits

It represents another challenge, a new chapter in a book

I resent it being so off balance, perhaps due another look

Being exploited is the greater portion of our misfortune...

Being human we find, isn't what we assumed, a sad tune..

 III.    Sacred ( 'Somewhat' ) State Of Shock

My mind is free with numbness, tall and wide before me I see

I'm accepting, embrace all and confess, not hiding, I adore thee 

Is there anything beyond the bleakness hounding all humanity?

Did they catch a glimpse way yonder, accounting for insanity?

Is our reality a locally contained magical trickery, or an illusion?

I sometimes feel as if the others are of a party, blur into confusion

When I leave and freeze the picture, eyes look at me intensely

Often singled out, I attest... not going mad, makes no sense to me

I am seeing more red flags hung outside so others know it too...

There is something going on... I'd rather live no lie, die knowing true

We can occupy many spaces at once or twice being molecular it's sure

When Ba Ba died she at last verbalized in a voice spectacular; "Pure"

We've had the cure all along, yet our faith was weak, lacking love

The son cleaned us, and if we try again believing, not weak... rise above

We really have amazing potential inside... which is why they hide

In those very odd clouds and above, those shape shifting... ah! You decide!

                                          *~W. R. Schaefer`*ⓒ

     Cookies For A Conversation

Remember when the sky appeared a crystal blue

It meant rain if the heavens darkened in a hue 

You could drink any rain water you so collected

There were no unnatural elements to be detected

Traces of suspicion on the faces of indecision

When did this become the primary mission...?

Thought the path was clear without leaving crumbs

Abducted in pitch darkness but hearing 'war drums'

You can look away if it's bothersome when I pray...

It will make me feel okay to persevere while I stay

Though I am lost in direction while lacking a compass

The 'cost' of inspection, I spot a landmark as we pass

Approaching dawn brings fairy light, increasingly bright

The devious spirit loves the darkness, fades from our sight

I ask pointedly; "What thing do you cling to for grace..?"

A palpable, tangible spirit guides forever time... sweet face!

God's words transcend any mere 'spoken- heard' inspection

They impress those scholars to hear words of perfection...

So too, the lofty intellectuals, must accept a rare correction

We could stay long in the privacy of imaginary reflection

                                  *~W. R. Schaefer`*ⓒ

   ~Today's Poems~