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you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
is only 
an image 
of you'

in that same vein i write this


you can't hide inside a mirror
it wouldn't be good for your image
if you see what i mean
take a minute to reflect on that thought
frame it as you will
raise a glass to good cheers
this isn't the time to crack
feel shattered 
it is the exact reverse

like skipping a rock across the smooth surface of a lake
seven skips of good luck
because you are the fairest of them all

looking back at yourself 
keeping it compact
as you duplicate your own words 
impossible to read from the other side
this echo of your vision

the epitome of a prototype replicates


who is the quintessential hero and who is the fake

go through that rabbit hole -straight to wonderland

bedazzle -radiate -glimmer -scintillate 
the glare will define you

you have not now or have ever been a duplicate
you are and will always be the one and only

Oct 2 2017 - love above all else love - armand



But Tell Me Where Do The Children Play 

you can't lie your way to the truth
what we teach our children 
should apply to us too
you took a wrong turn
check your moral compass
the needle is spinning faster
than a bottle in search of a kiss 
what would our mother think
if she knew what you were up to
you're changing everything she fought for
in her life children mattered
like the singing preacher asked
such a long time ago
'...where do the children play...'

you can argue climate change
but you can't deny the quality of the air your breathing
when did we start bottling water just to take a drink
the taps are bleeding led 
too late to fix the guts of generations who drank it with trust
how do you look at a storm in the eye
didn't you already prove your blind
or do you keep yours closed so no one can look in
look deep inside your heart 

'...tell me, where do the children play?…'

Oct 2 2017- armand



Me? I Saw More.

the clown danced like a marionette 
his painted face featured a grimace

and a tear

i saw more

i smiled
no fear here

a performer 
an amazing mime artist
a procurer of pathos

he was pulling a little red wagon
with a large orange hard ball
walking on the spot
performing 'funny'

i saw more

we often have to carry more 
than we think we can handle
our shoulders grow
atlas carried the earth on his shoulder
when we think we can do no more
we do even more than we need to

i saw more
the power of one
we don't need help
we need initiative 
no brother or sister's need
is less important than our own
'give and you shall receive'

we are all more
it takes a strong child 
to raise the values of a village
i can't win unless we all win
we have tried the blame game
five thousand years later


we are being led by weak men
want bigger and bigger guns
at a time when we have enough weapons
destroy the earth hundreds of times over

money is 
has always been

i see more
i see you
and you 
and you

ghandi was right then
ghandi is right now

do you see

Oct 2 2017- armand




i am going to touch you
like a firefly touches 
the dead of night
lights the obscurity 

i want to illuminate 
the pitch dark of your perspective 
inject a bright glow of hope
cleanse your thoughts of the negative

did you argue today 
felt regret
did the daily news invade your cheer
turned your 'in the pink' to something 'blue'

i am going to reignite  your sense of calm
wave a wand -make your heart smile 
warm your complexion to a glow
spread your goodwill worldwide

life i assure you isn't a rotting corpse
you have the strength 
rise above the doom and gloom
you are presently living

the alternative is an untimely exit
i believe in laughter
and i believe in unconditional love

i believe when your back is against the wall
persistence will create a door
a passageway out of the muck and mire

no matter how thick the fog
it only takes a breeze
to clear a path
one you can ride to your destination of choice

Oct 2 2017- armand



Colour Me Ill 

i tried to fly today
nothing deep here
this isn't that type of poem
didn't go that well
i fell flat on my fa fa fa face
(pardon my stutter
a temporary side effect of the fa fa fa fall)

i wasn't writing any poetry
at the hospital either
all joking aside 
there was a lot of blood
did you know that doctors 
have no sense of humour

i was slurring anyways
you gotta love that morphine
they were cleaning up the blood
i said thanks dr. acula 

not even a snicker
and i'm not speaking of a chocolate bar
wasn't even my joke
stole it from Mitch Hedburg

coincidentally the doctor left me in stitches

the nurse said she was taking me for an X-ray 
i didn't really hear her but she was a knockout
something ..x 
sounded go go good to me
i was running in front of the wheelchair she was pushing
i was excited

we got somewhere 
she left
you gotta love that morphine
i must of impressed them
they thought i was a model
they took pictures of me
Bi Bi Big pictures
you should of seen the size of the negatives 
i ordered ten sets 

they pushed me outside and left
pa pa par for this course

suddenly my nurse date was back
they always come back

she's gone 

Oct. 2 2017- armand

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Date: 6/7/2019 11:03:00 AM
I love the way you capture a childlike simplicity in the first two poems, even while portraying deep ideas
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Date: 12/9/2017 1:23:00 AM
A master craftsman showing his true talent here. Wonderful precision in your words and thoughts. I don't know if I mentioned to you before but your poem "A Long Loud Sigh" was the first poem I faved on PS and one of my reasons for starting to post in 2015 along with poems by Andrea (I mentioned this to her some time ago) and BW among others. This is definitely another fave for me. Thank you for the wonderful read and you got a snickered from me.
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Date: 12/7/2017 4:09:00 PM
Hello Maurice, I thing the poems below are strong in communicating with the reader, you are doing a great deal of good in giving out from your core with these pieces ( I hope life is manageable ) for you at the moment, best wishes.'
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Date: 11/6/2017 1:36:00 AM
Armand - sorry to read about your mother's passing. Considering your disposition, you are a testament to your mother. I liked your poems, especially the lines: "something ..x sounded go go good to me". I also really liked "But Tell Me Where Do The Children Play". God Bless You Armand.
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Date: 11/3/2017 4:05:00 PM
Checking in on you again Armand. Do drop by and visit. I hope all is well my friend.
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Date: 11/2/2017 1:51:00 PM
Cont- always unique in our eyes..and we ll always see them as that baby in the mirror.Nostalgic..It misted my eyes Outstanding.Re your mom's loss..Im sorry.I know how you cared for her and how close you were.Still are through soul.She is with you Armand.Just find her in the Stars.A fave.
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Date: 11/2/2017 1:47:00 PM
Ha starting to comment on the last poem since I ve read them all..I love the humor in your post..I kind of have some of those photographs like yours..and all in black and white.Re the other poem-Yes power and money are evil indeed.We are destroying the world due to greed.Re the other poem-I often wonder abput my childhood full of fields as if we lived in a garden,nowadays progress took over and we ll soon be another Singapore.Where do kids play? Yr daughters poem-Ah yes our kids are always cont
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Date: 10/25/2017 1:28:00 PM
Hi Armand, checking in to see how you are. Hugs Rick.
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Date: 10/24/2017 6:05:00 PM
I am so sorry to hear of the passing of your mother. You know that she is in the better place, out of pain. Looking down at you, watching you because she is your guardian angel. I also enjoyed all of these poems you have written here. Have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 10/14/2017 11:11:00 AM
May I be permitted to offer my sincerest condolences, Armand, on the passing of your beloved mother...may she rest in eternal peace. There can be no stronger single power on the face of this earth than the love of a mother for her child - Amen! Your friend always. In deepest respect, john.
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Date: 10/7/2017 9:39:00 AM
I came here to" see"- I smiled, I nearly cried, then laughed, then I found myself stuttering on the edge of highly valued words....and took flight! : D Loved your " Reflecting on Images of Love." Armand, to love each daughter as an individual, takes sensitive awareness on a parent's part- un conditional as said. Bonus poems are amazing in content, and format..( are they really still drafts ? ) My deepest sympathy for the loss of your Mom, you had a wonderful relationship, and her special love has filtered down through you to your daughters. They are fortunate to have you in tbeir lives! Congrats on POTD..(((Hugs)))
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Date: 10/6/2017 2:05:00 PM
My condolences Armand, losing a mother must be horrible, you graced us with some stellar writing, I especially enjoyed the humour in the hospital poem, congrats on POTD take care dear poet!
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Date: 10/4/2017 6:09:00 PM
Armand, my blessings . Congratulations on POTD. Eve
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Date: 10/4/2017 3:32:00 PM
As always your words resonate. So sorry to hear of your mother's passing. You are a good son and I'm sure all the time you spent with her was a blessing for you both.
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Date: 10/4/2017 11:06:00 AM
love reading your work thanks
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Date: 10/4/2017 11:06:00 AM
Oh wow Armand like topsy this poem has just grown no wonder you got POTD many congrats ... you are all in my thoughts:-( hugs Jan xx
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Date: 10/4/2017 9:09:00 AM
Armand, my condolences on your loss, but also want to say congrats on your POTD. :-)
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Date: 10/4/2017 7:41:00 AM
So nice to see your words painted across the page. Thinking of you my friend. Cheers
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Date: 10/4/2017 6:33:00 AM
- This was great written but sad content ... best wishes for you and your family Armand - Congratulations on yours p.o.t.d. - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 10/4/2017 6:04:00 AM
Congratulations on POTD Armand. A wonderful set of 5, for us to reflect on and enjoy. Thank you....Maria
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Date: 10/4/2017 5:38:00 AM
Armand, everything you write is poem of the day material, and I don't mean as a token, chosen on a given day just because it's your turn. I'm referring to quality poetry. How generous of you to give us 5 all at savor as favorites.
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Date: 10/4/2017 4:14:00 AM
I don't have much to say, only want to sit in silence with you and wish you strength.
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Date: 10/3/2017 5:14:00 PM
By the way, Armand, I just heard that if you see the number 11 together, it is an extra spiritual sign especially in this month. Your mom died October, month 10 at 10 a.m. Both numbers are the 1 and 1 in numerology. To me it proves her righteousness. (in fact, a triple 1 since it was the first of the month as well)
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Date: 10/3/2017 5:12:00 PM
Oh, Armand, so much sadness that your mother passed away and yet you have this great and "punny" hospital poem at the end here. I think you are an outstanding writer. I always have and always will. You have such a kind and charitable heart. It's evidenced by your words to your daughters and your deep compassion for the world. Faving this one and I my condolences to you.
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Date: 10/3/2017 4:47:00 PM
Your poems written in this post are amazing so I am back to fav. this post. My thoughts are with you.
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