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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~

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Faraway Queen

The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting 
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting



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Spiritual Moment

“My Mystic Moment*with you”

A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.

A mirror facing west makes the difference in you and me.
Open your eyes and see.

The child I was today is the reflection of you tomorrow.
The ideas of different skies, drifted off without sorrow.

I am the good the bad, and the ugly…
A song permitting retrospection to delay the same face with yesterday’s glee.

From moon, to admirable moon;
The dignity of holding the same tune.

I am the swan that swims through your veins.
You are what swim’s through my moods and rain.

The miracle of our heritage, echoed so far away. 
Auspices now imitate metaphors that were under the surface bay.

An unknown look strays outside the window.
Behind the gates, that leads into tomorrow’s limbo.’

A mirage of turning around and seeing nobody but you and me.
Mystic moments that attract other moments of originality.

A dream that speaks about the image of my new beginning.
My courage polishes off the mirror image of a falling stars ending 
You are the beating pulse that resides on the inside and outside of my being. 

“You are the REFLECTION of my spiritual place”





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My weakness

        GOD

Wondrous of many blessings.
Smiling never a frown.
My prayers, Lord, are  suddenly being ignored.
I've taken a tumble of  fallen down
Lord, my life was plain and simple  
How did it come to this.
Lord, now I carry a  burden so deep
A torn up life not easy to fix
Hard to get my prayers before I sleep
Bleeding only internally!
Feeling very minutely!
God, have you deserted me, or is it me who deserted you?

God, my Lord, my savior, how could you abandon me?
Must I drown in my own sorrow.
Must I wake up like this today and tomorrow.
Why have you left me, or is it me who left you?

God, I need you like never before.
When I wake up,
When I head out the door.
Tormented in a mood ring of stock
Heavily my tears hit upon the floor.
God, do you not feel me, or is it me who no longer feel you?

God, what is your plan for me?
What things did I not see?
I asked for you to forgive me in my ways of sin.
Why do you let him provoke me?
Lord, I forbid for him to win.
Relieve me from his gutless pain.
God, do you not believe me, or is it me who no longer believe in you?

God, do you not hear my call
My pitiful excuses make me weak and small
In your eyes I no longer feel tall
I remain cursed in every single fall
Lord, only you can break this wall
Do you not see me on my knees
Must I beg and crawl?
I am at your mercy, crying out with grief
Open the path to the lighted hall
O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne
Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own
God for now I will end this talk
With the dignity to never look back
And ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk?

By:PD

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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

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Mirrors

I hold your hands as face to face
We dare to look but not embrace
With mirrored thoughts we come to grips
The eyes make up for silent lips
They are reflecting both our hearts as pulses race

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Paul Callus ~ 5 th September 2014 
Contest: Reflections of a Florette
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placing: 3rd

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An Actor's Mirror

              

                    A narcissist, love life action,
                    practiced lines,amass passion.
                    Lives numerous dramatic mimes,
                    Prisons expression for dimes.
              Shimmering Mirror, a prismatic diffraction.



For Contest:-Reflections Of A Florette
Subject:-Mirror
Date:-September 1,2014
Sponsored by:- Nette Onclaud
Poet:- Chelsea Chords

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An Early, Experimental Poem of Alternate Lines

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face.  The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence.  A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around.  A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs.  Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck.  Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine.  The trees --
appearance.  Altogether so.  Oh well.
Quiet.  Steady.  Sturdy.  Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.

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Beauty Within

    I can see
a beautiful soul
 lies within me.
    Therefore,
    no mirror
   can reflect
who I really am.







 
For Giorgio Veneto's contest - "Laconic Verse"


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The Boy

~THE  BOY~        

I can not see the boy..
I can not feel the boy..
The boy who stands in front of me..
I want to open his eyes!
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
I see pass his lies!
Surrounded by the stupidity of everyone..
Indulged by the sea ~ Of only me
He sees no waves ~ He feels no waves

This boy can not see me..
This boy can not feel me..
This boy who holds me in his arms..
Screams are hidden in the corners of my mind..
I do not wants to be seen..
He does not want to be felt..
Sadly I found him ~ and he found me
I use to refused at every opportune moment
Slightly in one fall
He fell ~ I fell
In front, is all i'm left to say..
The mirror he blocked
The mirror I blocked
We both look in ~
The vision ~ only goes one way
With my broken heart
With his broken smile
We gazes at the world around,
and realizes it has no eyes..
Selfish pride ~ Selfish needs
Life has been broken
"SO MANY TIMES!"
"SO MANY TIMES!"
He chooses not to care
I choose not to see
Some where in there I loath love,
and still he took me and shook me..
He made me see ~

But still  I choose not to see
I will never win!
That boy  took me by surprise,
and yet he's the one that opened my eye's
INSTEAD!

by; p.d.

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The Old Man In The Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass
Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown
More and more each day, each hour
Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles
Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life
Now it lays stagnant and lost
It has the memories of its youth
Doing this that that man can only now remember
Wrinkles took so long to show
Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is
Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned
They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging
Some called them badges of honor
I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me
I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety
That old man looking back at me has lived a full life
Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror
Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit
I look at the old man in the mirror 
I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes
I see each and every wrinkle
I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life

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A Zulu Warrior

Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior Staring back from the mirror in the morning! A nasty fierce looking bad tempered dude Obscenities flying out without warning Crabbing bout having to make a living But enjoying all the many accoutrements If it wasn't that, it'd be something else People just love to complain and vent A shower and shave, you're almost human Not one person will ever suspect That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe Was a coworker of great respect Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior Staring back from the mirror in the morning! © Jack Ellison 2012

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Prison

I built a fortress inside my mind,
Never to be hurt, never to be harmed,
Inside these prison walls is a beast I've unleashed.
This beast is the darkness that grips my mind, 
He control my darkest fears.
Some say he is a demon, but he is my mind.

I deserve hell.
To burn forever.Let the torment begin,
I've been chained to this wall screaming for help, 
But I've built this prison, out of my sins.
What did I do to deserve this torment?
Never to be loved, never comforted,
I hear in my head "You reap what you sow".

I've reaped devastation. This is my legacy, 
Continuing my father's sins, 
Cursed to die, but I cannot give,
I will not give in nor surrender.

My chains unlock when I step up,
My blood runs cold and black from sin.
Now for the first time I see my face
in the mirrors I've destroyed.

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My Bathroom Mirror

My bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and forces me to stare in the face
the cards I have been dealt but cannot change
I am not vain, but the bathroom mirror
believes that I am, prodding my esteem
with it's taunting illusion of superficial
desires and making me sick with longing
for all the things I do not have

Frowns furrow into my brow
and once carefree features twist
with violent acknowledgement
that I cannot go back and undo the undone
the bathroom mirror plays tricks on us all
waiting for those quiet moments
when we doubt ourselves and resolve
to change who we are entirely

But we would not have got this far
in life without being ourselves
and the bathroom mirror is a terror
that reflects back regret
and long lost dreams
failures and good times lost
the bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and that's why I rarely look at it.
 

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What gladdens the heart

Flavor in my mind is the one in my garden-
Fragrance of yellow rose that mirrors what gladdens.

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My Mirror Reflection

With your light so might, I see my sight
transforms an untamed lady into a woman uptight, 
Curves you portray in aura so bright
reflects my inner soul's desires i held long so tight.

Towel went off the floor, water leaves a gleam
on skin that radiates like in shimmering pearl cream; 
Scrutinizing details so womanly it seems
found myself in a sizzling dream! 

I close my eyes, bite my lip
All glory of visions come rushing deep; 
I saw your vision standing near
Watching me intently, you look so dear.

Opening my eyes, I stare on my sight
found myself blushing and breathing so fast; 
My lips went red at the bite I did
my eyes dazzled, as if I want the deed! 

The music is on, jazz is playing softly on air
my eyes glued on the reflection of my pair; 
Wondering the touch your hands may lay
caressing me in total foreplay...

I gasped at the thought, I smelled your breath, 
tasted your tongue as your hands caress; 
My body arched, feeling you beneath
oh, I know inhibitions in me; now, I cared less! 

With this mirror reflections, I know enough
that from that moment I discovered as such; 
I am a woman even how tough I was
Wanting you badly to be with me at last! 

Mirror, mirror on the wall
when will be the time I will have my fall, 
A fall with my man in unending bliss
Sharing same mirror, doing our perfect kiss? 


Inner Whispers

Sponsor:	FRANK H.
Contest Theme:	I AM 

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Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


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MY SNOW WHITE CATIE LINDSEY

Angel of mourning soup
Angel of mourning
Who gives birth to fresh morning dew who 
helped me pursue who showed me the light
when I was lost for clues in times of blues

Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
From where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest of
them all and you don't
need to ask the damn
mirror on the wall.

You helped me build the ladder of saul but the others
couldn't help because they couldn't speak our language
at all and so if I ever fall I know you will be there to 
pick me up like a pen like a friend  I wish I can give 
you the sun but I am young enough to be your son 
so I give to you the stars of friendship ,I can feel your 
breeze its it make me want to fall to my knees and never
cease to rain my gratification on your being because what
I have been seeing is a lending hand when many ran I 
guess that's what separates a rock from a grain of sand 
size of heart so were should I start.  


Let me fill your shopping cart with the immensity 
of this poem so when you get to the cash register
 of  heavens doorway you can show em your appreciated
 hearts receipt  you have given more than I can take  
you have dotted my I's and crossed my t's you are the
 rain to my tree the beautiful shells in my sea the form 
of my key the correction and assistance of me the blue jay 
at dawn singing to me the heat to my tea the caps for my
 knee you are the back up stinger of this bee so tell me 
honey what you see because I see the better half of me 
may our friendship never cease catie please you are the
 cat and I am the flea don't you ever scratch me because
 friends tolerate the most annoying  things of each other so
 let the itch be any way I don't think the vet's can separate 
you and me there's just to much chemistry.


Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
from where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest
of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.

I will take the poison apple out
 of your hand and take the fall
You are the fairest
 of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.

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The Edge

Standing on the edge
should I just let go?
Just leap and see 
where I will end up?

Or should I just hang around
wait for a better day 
until the clouds clear
until my vision is no longer obscured

What if I still can’t decide?
Would that make me a coward?  
Scared to be me?
The person I know I can be

I don’t want to look in the mirror 
one day and not like what I see
I want to look in the mirror 
and see the real me

Head held high 
facing forward 
not dwelling on the past 
regretting the what if's
of days gone by

So watch me leap 
and maybe just maybe 
my wings will open up 
and do what they were meant to do all along… 

Fly, not because I forced them 
but because the timing was just right!



4th place
*SWITCH CONTEST*
Sponsored by: JOHN HECK

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Girls Like her

Pieces of my mirror crash to the floor
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me

She looks so ugly I’m not surprised 
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit 
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it

From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there

For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope 
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try

Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care 
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there

No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should

Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me

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The Hidden Sadness Behind Her Eyes

From a distance she looks at peace, having fun doing her thing. But objects don't 
always appear the same from afar, if you take a deep look into someone's eyes it 
tells the story.

Her eyes once filled with hopes and dreams for the future full of happiness and 
joy. Her eyes now sit only filled with the tears and sorrows of her life fading, like 
the now dim twinkle that once shone so bright in her eyes.

If you look deep into her eyes, you notice the pain and torture she tries so hard to 
cover up. If you ever have the chance to see pass that shield that tries to cover up 
the pain in her eyes, you will see that her eyes are now empty.

Her eyes seem lifeless but in her mind she is being held a prisoner. Not 
knowing if things will get better. For every time she thinks she is at her lowest 
she finds out it is bottomless, like her cold, dark, empty, lifeless eyes.

She often wondered if it was really worth sticking it out, for if it wasn't to get better 
what was the point.

She stands in front of the mirror. Tears running from her eyes down her cheek to 
end at her heart. Her heart which is cold and frosted over.

She misses the happiness and joy she once felt, now she is numb and her heart 
beats no more. She looks deep into her own cold eyes with anger, knowing it is 
all her own fault why her sorry excuse of a life is this way.

She is tired of it all, she just wants it all to stop. She feels like her brain is about 
to explode. She just wants silence and to be free of this pain and torture.

She takes one last look into that mirror, deep into those empty eyes. She closes 
her eyes, her last tear rolls down her cheek. Her body trembles with anger.

She opens her eyes to notice them filled with anger and hate. She hated that 
person in the mirror more than anyone could imagine. Her fist clenched with 
furry, she smashed the mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the floor. She was broken in a million 
pieces and knew she could never be put back together. She picked up the piece 
of glass that her eyes were upon. She then fell to the floor and lied in the 
shattered glass that was her life.

Her eyes are open. The pain and suffering is gone. She is released from the 
torturing hell that was her life. She is free now and the twinkle now forever back in 
her eyes.

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My Life in Short

I have tears that I have not shed, pain that I have not felt and memories that I anticipate, 
will haunt me in my slumber.  From the neck up, I am paralyzed comprehending nothing 
only seeing gray images that stare through me.  Facing myself in a mirror and not 
recognizing the characters that become apparent with each blink.
My indignities hidden with lies and this made me numb to embarrassments past and present. 
I have feelings, as if I am under surveillance, constantly looking over my shoulder 
wondering if the person coming up behind me is a merchant of Death.  Fearing my life is on 
the verge of extinction, I consider planning my last breath so not to give satisfaction to those 
that forecast my demise.       
My Hands shake when I try to raise my hopes, and my loyalty is not with Gods, but green 
papers with presidents.  Left with the misfortunes that always end my dream, and 
nightmarish figures that stork the corners of my reality peddling insanity, I pause to pause.  
I make the choice each day to keep my sanity, but the obsession to indulge in the madness 
takes over my mind and body.  I become a junkie needing a fix of stupidity to stop the 
voices of reason, so to intensify my incentive to fail. 
I have a phobia to sounds I do not recognize, and tense in terror when surrounded in 
darkness and silence.  Through this thickness, I fight my way soaked in perspiration from 
hostile thoughts.  Fragments of images from deep in my psyche, challenges me for control of 
my actions and dialog.   
If only I would cry, then maybe the hurting will start and the image in the mirror will be 
recognizable.  My numbness will pass along with my paranoia, and thoughts of suicide will 
change to memories of happier times.  I will become comfortable in my surroundings and 
myself.  My grip on life will become steady and the only fix I will need is the one from 
God.////

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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall Why can't you pick me up when I fall? Why can't you be there when I need you the most? Why can't you travel with me from coast to coast? Why do you trick? And why do you lie? Why can't you hold me when I start to cry? Why can't you be there when stuff goes bad? Why can't you manage to comfort me when I'm sad? You're supposed to be me in that mirror on the wall So mirror, mirror, why can't you pick me up when I fall?

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Mirror

I look in the mirror and what do I see
Who is that person looking at me?
I look round the back but no one is there
I don’t recognise, her she gives me a scare.
I check for the glass, my fingers touch it,
It’s cool and it’s silky, but the face does not fit.
Who is this person looking at me?

Nan told me once of the woman in the glass.
‘She gave me a fright I can tell you lass.
I walked past the mirror and what did I see
This old woman standing staring at me.
She came and haunted me every day,
I talked to her nicely and asked her to go away.
Day after day she visited often,
One day my sweet child it will then be your turn.’

I remember my Nan telling me these words,
I look at the reflection and it seems absurd
For standing in the mirror looking at me
Is a woman like my Nan or a facsimile.


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BEAUTY


Beauty So exquisite Mirrored wrong perceptions Disguising hidden reflections Of past hurts and life’s cruel condemnation Lies beneath the surface Obscured mask of Beauty © Kim van Breda- 20 October 2014