Ever had a fear
so big
you lost the power
of your legs
reserves all gone
depleted
your yabbering heart
quite unseated
you’re miniscule
so small
the wolf
skyscraper tall
nothing to do
but await
till the fear
obliterates.
Could be your ex
a confined space
the wolf wears many
a different face
Remain steady
stare don’t start
just you, yourself
& yr red riding hood heart.
*pic from Pinterest by Kings-Wu
John Malone 
Yes John. Many kinds of wolves. The one’s with a smile and can lie well. Can steal our soul and leave us for dead. Hello from Michigan and thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote
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pleasure, John: watch out for wolves in the morning 🙂
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I have a wolf tattoo. I use to roam with the wolves. Good to wild and free John.
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wow ! I like that 🙂
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Had me hooked from start to finish, complimented by very good graphic representation.
Cheers
Steve
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thanks Steve: that sketch found me and had me hooked; the poem was a response : I was particularly pleased with the ending 🙂
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This is a wonderful poem, John on the different phases we all go through. My fave line…. the wolf
skyscraper tall (eludes to insurmountable fear)
nothing to do
but await
till the fear
obliterates.
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it’s funny: I had another poem ready to post when Pinterest put this wolf in my path; the only way I could get rid of him was to write him off 🙂
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Well it paid off
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thanks; will post the other poem tomorrow unless the wolf intervenes again 🙂
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😁 look forward to reading it
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yes in times long past I felt like that little red riding hood
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I’m sure she’s still there; not so forthcoming any more 🙂
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Beautiful poem 💓
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yes, nice poem too; I left a comment 🙂
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Nice one John….you are still here…despite the roaming wolves……
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tell you what , Don: things are getting hairy out there in the woods; you’ve got to keep your wits and shotgun about you 🙂
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Yes John…We must remember the sad tale of little Jimmy who wandered into the woods at night and was taken by the teddy bears. Vanished..Poof…even the village police found nothing….This is the report from Jimmy’s friend (given in stetement to police) who observed the tragic event
‘I covered my mouth to keep a yelp of my own from escaping as they all leaped forward towards Jimmy. I heard his muffled pained yells through his gag as darkness began to colour his pyjamas.’
Tragic isn’t it John? Those teddies are not always what they seem to be.
I cannot claim authorship to Jimmy’s friend’s statement to police. No John, Jimmy has never been found. Do you have a teddy bear on your bed? He could be a spy….
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a colourful and creepy tale, Don: is this what they mean by ‘The Teddy Bears’ Picnic’ ? sounds like something out of Grimm 🙂
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wooooo…….
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The things that haunt us loom closer to the light source, casting massive shadows. Brrrr. Your poem feels the cold.
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I like the way you put that 🙂
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yikes. so well said it scares me. ) my wolves are creepy clowns and dentists. luckily I have found a dentist that understands my fear, and always is extremely gentle -. as for the clowns…
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… our creepy clowns are always in the wings waiting , waiting ….. 🙂
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they are!
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Hi John,
Love the words, the rhythm and rhyme of this poem. Bravo.
eden
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thanks, Eden; it was carefully crafted 🙂
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Does your heart yabber? This is a fun poem.
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I think when it’s agitated it does 🙂 thanks Chel: it was a fun poem to write — I enjoyed the rhymes 🙂
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I love the print and the waterfall style lines here. Draws out then tense experience for me. This heart’s so brave. Burning red.
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love that description: ‘the waterfall style lines’ , so unique 🙂
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True the wolves come in many shapes. Better move the sheep out to the island again!
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LOL 🙂
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yeah!
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Brilliant – both words and image 🖤🖤
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thank you: the image came first and I was mesmerized; I could not move from my seat till I had written the poem 🙂
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Well I’m glad you did!! 😊🖤
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the muse can be very bossy 🙂
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i really liked how the wolves sort of resembled our fears, interesting idea!
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yes, I found it a handy metaphor; thanks 🙂
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