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Stripped

Stripped

If you believe this gift you've got
should be dismissed as afterthought,
or, perhaps, a waste of time,
disclosing thought in metered rhyme ...

 

... then any questions you might ask
will surely take your soul to task,

for everything you write with care
transcends the cosmos — takes you where...

 

...few others vow they'll never go;
now, take my hand, c'mon — let's go!

Let's journey where the gods have basked,
like Nero's bards, our face unmasked.

 

We all wear masks to hide the truth.
Thou sneaky, saddened, sullen sleuth ;

strip off your mask — come follow me.
Through masks the truth is hard to see.

 

Just take my hand, again, I plea,
fly to the stratosphere with me.

Imagination's such a waste,
when what's suppressed has bitter taste.

 

The real you shines, if it's allowed;
shake off the pain, dismiss the crowd.
Expression's never commonplace,

lest masks are used to hide your face.

 

 

 

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Cherie Sumner Taylor

Hi Dean!  I absolutely love this!  I think as writers we have an obligation and responsibility to share our poetry...Our words are ours alone to express like no one else.....to let our imagination flow freely and be all they are meant to be....not allowing others to discourage what is inside us to share....Very encouraging...Pinned.  xo Cherie ;)

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Dean Kuch

Thanks, Cherie.
It's all about being true to yourself.
I'm often asked, "How can you claim to be a Christian yet write the sort of horrific  things you do?"
But that's really just between God and I, isn't it? Are we not supposed to cast judgement on anyone?
ALL gifts come from God.
Satan is an equal opportunity destroyer and can create nothing.
Hugs, m'lady!
~Dean ♫☺♪

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Richard Waters

:)  Competent write showing a flourish beyond the standard approach.
Good work.

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Richard Waters

Keep up the great work.
All the best to you and yours.  

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Syd

Hi Dean, great poem. I especially like the first stanza but the poem as a whole speaks to me. I know you speak of masks in a different context, but I feel I have to wear one here on Cosmo. At least to hide my identity. 

In reality though....I probably wear my mask to the outside world and definitely my employer.

A very relatable write 

Take care - Syd 

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Dean Kuch

Thanks, Syd!
I sincerely appreciate the vote and pin, my friend.
I believe we all wear masks, at least to some degree. Especially around people we don't know all that well.
God knows I do.
I'm not really the eerie, creepy, undertaker looking fellow I portray here, or in my work. I'm laid back, fun-loving and very outgoing in real life.
Hell, I walk a seventeen-year-old Chihuahua weighing no more than 6 pounds all over town on a pink, rhinestone leash fer cryin' out loud!
You can't get any less menacing than that, heh-heh.
~Dean ☺

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Syd

You're welcome. Seventeen years old! That's old for any dog never mind a chihuahua.

- Syd 

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Dean Kuch

She's 98 years old in human years.
Yeah, she is an old lady, LOL!

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