“I make no distinction between
painting and poetry”.
Joan Miro
…………..
See - my dreams break through
this white veil and emerge into form,
crawl across the canvass
in the unscripted language
of the inner mind.
I float in space tethered
to an umbilical line, become
a moon, a constellation of stars
and a menagerie of creatures
escaped from time.
I am nearing the point
of dissolution, becoming
either a part of the great sublime
or a phantom born out of
the absurdities of my own mind.
want write poems that not
bout politics life's weighty
absurdities death's grip all
simple poems contentment
son's enthusiasm energy
wife's cooking heroic endurance
kitten's bouncing curiosity
old cat's slowing solitude
dog praying hard reform
colors fall newness spring
mowing leaves grass gazing
on in forest looking beyond
tree tops lake mirage day
venus mars night
bach lifting toward
mozart floating down
heaven singing love conquering
fulfilled voluntary unions bodies
cooperation nations peace
strength through peace soul society
treading softly near edge
old habit making safe path
some sweet day will
Scarlet Red
Sunset into vermilion
Your a garnet auburn
Eyes a blur radiant
Marron surrounded
Take me with you
Beet red flowers lurid
Can’t fathom in violet, your the one
Tomorrow blood moon, uncertain
A journey beyond brilliant wonders
Graceful in your presents
Scarlet divine claret wine
Caught off guard,parallel absurdities
You have my undivided attention
Rendered into the moment
Something about her
Scarlet wine through calm oceans
Silver mist emotional immense
Last a lifetime
Sculptured into something beautifully
Krutsingers just make me laugh, regardless of how silly
Absurdities ‘bout false eyelashes, really?
And yet my twinkled eyes are proof they work,
So who the heck am I to be a hoity toity jerk?
Poetry Misunderstood
Instrumental music flows through me
Coffee is soothing
Writing poetry is therapeutic
I didn’t invent the pen
Mind racing, document waves perspective
A melody journey
Paper writer purity
For we are misunderstood
Deep thinkers
Limitless potential
Creative sculptures
Vision absurdities
Ink bleeding
Candles burning
Beautiful scenery
Pictures travel photography
Paint a master piece
Heaven hues with golden shades
Many colors ablaze
Outlandish vast array
The love of poetry
Write a short story
Document your own journey
Sink loftily into the night
Mysteries on every page
fee, fi, fo, fum
eenie, meenie, miny, mo...
absurdities abound
rubber buggy bumpers
for instance… or, blackbirds
baked in a pie… perchance
there's a fungus amungus...
eenie, meenie, desalini
ucha-a-wa'alini
hepta-minika-zokalini
doo-wa-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-doo...
In honor of 'National Bad Poetry' day
(How'd I do-- D?)
Ink Hues On A Winding Road
Chapters turning
Leaves falling
Story telling
Intrigued animation serine
Deeper in every page sink beneath
Verge of complex themes
Rewrite unbound verses
Limitless parallel rendered
Lost in absurdities
Books for miles dusty planted in libraries
Sophisticated torrent
All the effort is worth it
Writers block
Brainstorming your thoughts
Achieve novel narratives
Ink hues on a winding road
Written passionate
The love of poetry
Turn every page, uncertain mystery
Dig deep, unfold in suspense journey
Walk with the author on the other side
With greenish sunsets with mint coffee
In 1773 the sun never set
on the British Empire so goes the story
now the 'Teatime Islands'
crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory
but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover
standing guard at the Gateway to England
ramparts the enemy to forestall
if the ravens left the Tower of London
the kingdom itself then would fall
and Britain would rule Gibraltar
one of the Pillars of Hercules
so long as macaques inhabit the Rock
another of man's legendary absurdities
but should those Barbary apes depart
the British too will soon follow
and the Overseas Territory come apart
yet to save the primate population
Winston Churhill did insist
in the early days of World War II
reinforcing British rule would persist
to ensure the troop replenishment
he issued a directive September 1944
for five such females brought from Morocco
to maintain the number at twenty-four
and so it seems my friend in the end
the continuance of this green and pleasant land
is in the balance and totally dependent on keeping
a certain breed of bird and Old World monkey on hand
REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
of
integrity
sensuality
conflicts
with curbed
desire
irony
in
self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
emotional
& dramatic
objective
an
influence
in academic notion
of the
unnoticed
omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
exhilarated
experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
shapes of
optical
multiplicity
enveloped
the
transparent
quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable
the urge
&
the perception
of self
the desire
to
find satisfaction
in
organic beauty
a bestowal
of happiness
in
absurdities
embodying
unruly chaos
in the appearance
by accident
rather
than design
translated
into
manner
& style
always
inexpressible
an attempt
to understand
the austere
distortion
of an objective
consideration
&in particular
embodying
space
promote
a desire
&tendency
of
separation
In stoic carnival, emotions juggle,
laughter somersaults on a tightrope of reason.
Epictetus, ringmaster, dons a clown's nose,
philosophy as whimsical sideshow.
Stoicism, circus tent of paradox,
where the lion tamer wrestles inner beasts.
The trapeze of fate swings on absurdity,
as three Moirai perform an acrobatic feat.
Seneca's stoic beard, a magical illusion,
transforms into a confetti-spewing waterfall.
Cynicism rides a unicycle of cosmic irony,
while Zeno's paradox becomes a funhouse mirror.
In a carnival of wisdom turned wild,
stoicism pirouettes on the edge of the bizarre.
Life's absurdities, the grand finale,
a cosmic joke echoing in stoic guffaws.
Have I got my glasses
And my hearing aid
My bottle of mineral water
No fizzy lemonade
I cannot find my handbag
Or my money purse
Putting on my shoes
Have made my bunions worse
I have a box of tissues
For my runny nose
Oh dear, what a nuisance
I have a ladder in my hose,
Removal of my stockings
Make's my poor backache
Things I used to do in minutes
Now an hour takes.
One sleeve of my jacket
Is inside out,
If I wasn't so hoarse
I might attempt to shout.
As I mumble and grumble
About the absurdities of life
My stomach starts to rumble
And I have to run for my life!
I am thoroughly disgusted by foolish absurdities
From morons who wallow in conspiracy theories
Who try, indeed, to convince us the earth is flat,
And NASA didn’t land on the moon, think of that!
They say there was no such thing as a Holocaust,
Spewing out their hot gas like odious exhaust.
Fools run around stirring up dissent and distrust
While seeking publicity, leaving verity in the dust,
Bad enough they circulate the most pernicious lie
Incredible how many folks complex stupidities buy.
We have thousands of weak-minded individuals
Who, in ignorance, think they are intellectuals!
I ask, what is to be gained by promoting discord,
How much of this gross foolishness can we afford?
Isn’t it time we learn to accept facts and raw truth?
For the sake of our future; for the sake of our youth.
written November 15, 2022
as you sit there
absorbing the calming rays of the morning sun
you read
and then realize how chaotic disarray is attempting to make love with harmony
in a world of insanity
while influencing your mind
during those moments in time
you interpret the “informative news”
as a need to amalgamate absurdities
with solutions for serenity
while initially resisting wishes and temptations of conformity
in your mind
during those moments in time
and then s l o w ly
you are confused by intellectual absurdities
losing clarity and sanity
and sometimes becoming a victim of hypocrisy
falling head first into the world’s quicksand of misery
which wants to swallow up your mind
during those moments in time
Rebelliousness... or normal conformities;
Individually, as they do have differences...
Awareness can easily detect absurdities,
Yet, who'd truly ignore rebel utterances?
Hobby works are rarely publicised, or true:
Who'd decide what's acceptable for verse?
Rebels cannot be disciplined, couldn't do;
Simply keep quiet, accepting it's adverse!
Please, come to my world: Scotland/Alba,
Rebelliousness flourishes within our souls;
Graciously, welcome to share our mantra:
FREEDOM actually achieves all your goals!
© Ewen A Morrison
e. 8.10.20
Waterlilies brighten black
ripples, reeds, and rocks below.
An even flow, bane and blight
recedes to bare raven’s bones.
A grave of darkness blanches
In austere light on bloodless
banks, but blue eyes cannot flood
its once watery coffin.
Dew on the waterlilies
reflect these absurdities -
the woeful bones glistening
alone near floral beauty.
Written 5/23/20
N/A in
Genuine Englyns Contest
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