When evil is impossible to forgive
Reverse the word ~ and live
The mirror calling deepest
is the one that you avoid
Images run left then right
your back turned paranoid
Unwillingness to turn around
in fear of what you’ll see
Illusion as your proffered choice
—reflection waits unseen
(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
Mirror, Mirror, answers I need.
What are the options I should heed?
My gray hairs are getting clearer?
Answers I need, Mirror, Mirror.
Face, I see your foes advancing
between your blacks, grays are dancing.
They’re here to stay, I guarantee;
your foes advancing, Face, I see.
Dear Face, don’t dye, give up, submit
gray hairs will never, ever quit.
As more and more blacks say good-bye
give up, submit, dear Face, don’t dye.
Glaring roots and ghastly color
texture stiff and getting duller.
Every hair strand is in cahoots
ghastly color and glaring roots.
It comes with age, gray’s no disease;
No medicine will grant heartsease.
The mirror’s right, it is a sage;
gray’s no disease, it comes with age.
September 17, 2022
About Face
David J Walker
It is about face
About time and place
And direction
And unoccupied space
In East or West that
We face
And the unknowing of
which is forward or
backward or north
or south
the illusion of which is
up and which is down
bound by the gravity of
anticipation in
each new moon and season
Named for the gods lost
To antiquity
Can our spirits pray
without God at the center
Can worship pay homage
to self
Can divinity reign
in each person ordained
Revering what’s hidden
—indwelt
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
driving son back to naval boot camp —
miles and miles in wrong direction
8/24/2020
Silent One’s When plans don’t go to plan
Puberty arrives
With it's accompanying drives
Plus the scourge of teenage acne.
Most remedies would fail
Nothing ever worked well
While my face continued to attack me.
Father scoffed "Son I implore
If you scrub your face more
Then your acne will soon disappear."
Scrubbed as hard as I could
But it still did no good
Further proof that my case was severe.
Unsightly, painful and embarrassing...
By adulthood it stopped its harassing.
To you it may seem
That I'm grumpy or mean
Or that I cry a lot
The truth I fear
Is so very near
And it all explains a lot
The face you see
Is not really me
I know you know me not
The truth, with wit
Is about what I did
In this itsy bitsy cot
My pants, too late
Is warm with weight
And really smells a lot!
So, hey, put down that phone
And leave me alone
Or help this tiny tot!
Picture no. 1
Some use hemorrhoid cream on their face
In my eyes,it is not the right place
But they ‘pile’ it all on
Till the tube is all gone
I won’t use our tube just in case
Just imagine if you’d used your finger
On your piles cos you had a humdinger
But your wrinkles need lube
and you reuse that tube
on that note I’ve leave you to linger!!
Based on an article about people using this cream to shrink their facial wrinkles
***** about face means 'something that is contrary to what is expected'
4/14/18
If you travel in the wrong direction,
you will require a modest correction.
All we have to do is turn you around.
In the right direction you will be bound.
Make an about face on the track if you please.
You need a turn of one hundred and eighty degrees.
Inspired by another member's poem.
For months in a pointless wallow,
many moments I found it hard to swallow.
The only thing I could down was whiskey
my actions were nothing but risky.
Keeping myself insane to ease the pain of self destruction,
going through the motions I could not even function.
Spawning hate towards the one I at one time truly loved,
anger, sadness and despair in the pit of my soul shoved.
It's been a wild ride of highs and low's,
giving myself emotional blow's.
To the point of no return I've been there twice,
my existence there was no price.
But now for some reason time has stopped,
time to pick up my life where it was dropped.
An about face that I don't want to do again,
leaving me not knowing where to begin.
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