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Bandolero ( inspiration in a poem)

Updated on January 21, 2016
Such an unpredictable character is our imagination...
Such an unpredictable character is our imagination...
What dream is this...
What dream is this...
I'm on a desert isle...
I'm on a desert isle...
I'm marooned in the Mediterranean, on my little rubber raft...
I'm marooned in the Mediterranean, on my little rubber raft...
What light by yonder window breaks...
What light by yonder window breaks...
I simply must keep my mouth closed shut, for goodness sakes...
I simply must keep my mouth closed shut, for goodness sakes...


Bandolero, my acquaintance, you rob my sanist thought,

Your eccentricities, do persist, and by your traps, I'm caught.

On placid waters, at evening time, I row the quieter lock,

But you, do reflect, never respect, or to ever watch the clock.


Wildly disconnected, as you ramble, never may I predict,

Just when you meander, toss a loop, or perhaps to conflict.

Highly disoriented, sometimes dazed, dreaming once again,

I can never catch a single break, on deciding where to begin.


Visions from other worlds, assorted, and all to seem insane,

Beguiling pictures in my mind, on my purest thoughts to rain.

No end to your endeavors, or your incessant bloops to attack,

Never finalized, my quotations, or in my finest print to be exact.


My Imagining, you seem a bane, a curse in sheep's fine clothing,

As many a time I'd like to give in, or perhaps, that I'm so loathing.

Alas, I cannot give you up, for it's in you that I find my expression,

It hurts me much to tell of such, and in this, my own confession.


Yes, tongue, you've beaten me still, please stay within my mouth,

Even though everything you show, hopping north, you're going south.

I'll admit, without a fit, not in communication, but to harvest my dinner,

You croak and always dart about, but you're accuracy is a winner








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Look mom...I've eaten all my bugs...what's for dessert...
Look mom...I've eaten all my bugs...what's for dessert...

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      Eric Dierker 16 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      What images you bring to life with your words. True artistry.

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      whonunuwho 16 months ago from United States

      Thanks Eric and blessings. whonu

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      David Edward Lynch 16 months ago from Port Elizabeth, South Africa

      Yes, it's true our imagination does not watch the clock. I like the captions to your images of the little green man Whonu.

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      Bill Holland 16 months ago from Olympia, WA

      What fun, whonu....creativity in the hands, and mind, of a talented writer!

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      whonunuwho 16 months ago from United States

      My thanks to Dave and Bill for your nice reviews. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 16 months ago from Central Florida

      I love your little frog narrator. When he shows up, the fun begins!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 16 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Love the pictures. A most delightful poem. Enjoyed this!

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      Nithya Venkat 15 months ago from Dubai

      Enjoyed reading, great pics and captions.

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      whonunuwho 15 months ago from United States

      Thank you so much my friend. whonu

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      Audrey Howitt 14 months ago from California

      Loved this! You made me smile today!

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