Master deceiver
With no certain name to be
Soviets and their coding
In a massive espionage
Farewell’s dossier concealed
From their uncovering eyes
But still impending doom
From Cold War era gloom.
Weiss had his wording
Trickery at heart
Deep within his scheming
Game theory so well played
Who could ever know
What happened or not
Uncovering the uncoverable
A fruitless task to start.
Tag: farewell
Solitude (day 2793)
He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.
Green and Gold (day 2671)
Green and gold wrote the book
On sending a farewell
Like visions of a fairy landing
Silk scarves draped all around
Your hair, so fair, waving down
Unending blossoms in flow
And each twist of bark
Trembling as a breath of air
That coils around
What never stays
Mycelium’s great decay.
Lilac Bushes and Green Pastures (day 706)
Your pleasure dances daintily around my mind
Lilac bushes and green pastures
With a pond to walk around
A silk tipped hat, a pretty bow tied
About your supple pink cheeks and curly locks of hair
That is where we dined by the pond
Amongst willows and butterflies
Laughing as we nibbled on butter cookies
Tea kept warm by the knit cozy pot
While lounging guests strolled to and fro
Our minds weren’t on them
As we played our cards in the game of courtship
Flashing wild jacks and jokers that shined
But it grew upon a time for us to resign
Bidding each other a farewell, adieu
Let Us Begin (day 241)
Lament of a lover
Gets lost in the sea
As the islands grow thinner
And the skies to infinity
Grow long, distant lands
Mercy the horizon without grace
Say farewell to familiar clouds
Bid adieu firm soil
My feet no longer tempt
The lonely seas of your pasture
My flowers no longer grow
From the brown brown soil of your fathers land
