I have two mirrors.
One images the exterior.
One images the interior.
I use both of the mirrors.
The first mirror is of the type
That most of us commonly share.
The second mirror is mine to choose.
For me, that choice is the Bible.
If I'm not pleased with what I see,
I have the option of alteration.
Alterations with the first mirror
Are easier to master than the second.
The mirror of the Bible is much more
Revealing and exposes the inner me.
It also offers me a recipe for change.
Some recipes are less tasty than others.
It makes no allowances for choosing my
Own recipes. The recipes of the Bible are
Designed with me in mind and has no additives Nor man- made ingrediences. It is perfect.
Life’s Repetition of rinse and repeat:
Saga, the odyssey
lies
And deceit.
Juliet’s drowning upon daggers blade in
Response to a Romeo’s lethal swallow.
The need be not the chasing down of serpentine sleuthing out the whys they bit you..
But the how so to heal oneself from poisons onset.
Cause the effect.
Effect the cause.
Alterations of souls allegiances.
Whom wages the war upon one’s self
Loses all in either outcome.
Close the gate,
Button down the hatches
Night draws near.
Light the lamps for shadows creep.
Let illumination run deep..
Burn out yesterday’s fabled ways.
Upon pages of white begin anew.
“Lord what fools these mortals be”
This said by Shakespeare and not by me.
Instead mirror thought of phrase as “idiocracy pains the existence of man”.
Overcome..undone
Underwhelmed..overburdened.
Buried in minds sea
Drowning in muddy thoughts.
Paralysis in the body makes the mind dead as well.
Doesn't existence drag, like an engine-less machine?
Though a hundred stewards assist, isn't life more than hell?
bed, like servants who never heed, remains deadly serene.
Tension and depression rise like a monsoon thunderbolt.
They stay on, like seasons, with alterations in tempers.
Anger, anxiety, and uncertainty tunnel-vault
Helplessness and hopelessness blaze like unending embers.
These found favour in the eyes of the one who came for them.
Just a look, a smile, a gentle touch, and a word of peace
In his person, he resembled the world's most precious gem.
In his presence, each one found their eternal troubles cease.
Four carried him, as though he were dead, when they came to him.
Carrying their cots, they walked, singing a grace-filled hymn.
They are jeans and sweats; they are what we
forget to wear when we are wearing them.
Patched-up seams are sewn.
Many have been scrubbed and dyed colorless,
some died of poverty on the shallow page,
They are comprehensible only in alterations.
Old words are open graves,
that still pump out sounds,
a few peddle rhymes, dangle pretty chimes
and there’s the damn pity.
It is not 'I' that exhausts the throat of an owl,
it is the new wine. It needs to be put way,
that the dark vine may shine once more.
As for all the yet unwritten words,
they are hung around a hooting neck,
until bone or bough breaks.
Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously gripping the rolled spent yarn
that edges fingertips loosely as threads
answer questionable finds, stitch-by-stitch.
Period accentuates the sensed thence
for the bestilled entangled narrative
plots exclamation points of those foregone
chapters ... period midst frames of escape.
Styled room for maneuvering that spirals
at a loss now hangs overhead ticking ...
mockery behold guardians of greens
that grow within disoriented poise.
Blue compliments presence expressed squarely
drafting the voiceless lucid residue
that nurtured former brush and forever
sealed a dream sweeter than a Danish roll.
Cautions & portions
Obstruction & destruction
Rules & fools
Obligation & deprivation
Nervous & resurface
Alterations & expectations
Voiceless & choiceless
Isolation & seperation
Radical & fanatical
Uncertainty & disharmony
Solitude & disquietude
Homophonic Phenomena
David J Walker
How freely dismissed
The simplest forms
That reason must take
Mistaken
For roads
Not taken
Or feigned to take
The vagabonds path
To madness and night
The phenomenon
Of a homophone
left to its own
Devise
Hidden emendation
Alterations
Of eruditious representations
Truth hidden within
alternative alliterations
which no cavalier palaver
may define
Opaque skies, Smokey air
Gloomy times, Ashes all over
Burning fire, Steep terrain
Gusty winds, Fight extends
Double shifts, Lengthy nights
Unfavorable conditions, Hazardous sites
Skyrocketing blazes, Stinging eyes
Tenacious labor, Brave exploits
Wind alterations, falling embers
Spot fires, Challenging levels
Dealing with hazardous flames and willing to take risks
saving others while making self-sacrifice
I appreciate your courage, compassion and devotion
Sending prayers for your safety and a successful mission
THE ATTRIBUTES,
OF MOTHER NATURE,
EMPHASIZE,
HER NOMENCLATURE.
ATMOSPHERIC,
ROTATING CONDITIONS,
SUPPLY ENDLESS FLURRY
OF POETIC RENDITIONS.
WINTER ,SPRING,
SUMMER AND FALL.
MOTHER NATURE
CREATED THEM ALL.
FASCINATING,
IN DISTINCTIVE WAYS .
DISPLAYING THEIR TALENTS
FOR NINETY ONE DAYS.
SNOW AND ICE,
INTO SUBLIMATION,
MATERIALIZED
HER IMAGINATION.
GRASSES AND PLANTS,
WITH MAGNIFICENT FLOWERS,
SUBCONSCIOUS FRAGRANCE
OF MYSTICAL POWERS.
ALTERATIONS,
FROM SEED TO TREE,
TRANSFORMING ICE
INTO DEEP BLUE SEAS.
DIAMONDS AND MINERALS,
JUST GOES TO SHOW,
SHE HAS A HART,
OF SILVER AND GOLD
VOLCANIC DISPLAY
OF A GOD GIVEN SOUL
BRINGS FORTH THE BEAUTY
OF MOTHER NATURES FIRST GOAL.
Michael E. Harris
08092021
Leonardo da Vinci felt flying
was possible, sketching wings in detail.
And the fact that birds flew kept him trying,
even when all of his efforts would fail.
An artist and a brilliant engineer,
he designed dreams drawn by his gifted pen.
But his passion for flying was sincere,
although that goal eluded him back then.
All his life, he invented contraptions
designed to unlock the secrets of flight.
And his alterations and adaptions
haunted his inquisitive dreams at night.
Yet, despite how much one may desire it,
some indulgences fate will not permit.
JUDGE NOT
When somebody asks me to judge his verse
And tell him my expert point of view,
I say, “With pleasure,” but inside I curse.
Should I be kindly or should I be true?
He says it’s a sonnet but when I count
There’s just thirteen lines and the metre’s wrong.
I point out that fourteen’s the right amount
And that some of the lines are far too long.
I suggest he makes some alterations
And do some work on the rhythm and timing.
I think that ends my deliberations
Oh – and he needs to work on his rhyming.
I tell him that, other than that, it’s fine.
And hope he doesn’t read any of mine.
3rd May 2021
Judge Not Lest Ye Be contest
Sponsor - John Lawless
Either sooner or later,
Every transfer letter
Would a chained worker unfetter,
Him moving from an old camp
To a new station dry or damp,
This validating with a stamp,
The reason for it not voicing
But its taking of effect noising
Him reminding of Diligence,
As The company’s still trusted Agent,
The message flashed across:
His relocation’s a gain: not a loss,
A new salubrious air to be breathed
In a new scene hating knives are still sheathed
The language of Transfer Letters!
The carefully couched by our Linguistic Betters:
Always as plain as a pikestaff
And straight like a ramrod
Not anything stating by a half;
To seekers of alterations, a cord:
“You are to report to branch B within one week,
Further instructions at your new station seek”.
I am not only my breath
of life
erupting out,
redescending in
I feel
and hear,
taste
and see,
our sacred breath
through my lungs bilaterally
waving out
with full moon bright delight
and in toward dark night
once again,
Regained center of uniting
regenerous time
extending space out Yang
empowering,
Reintending sacred placed Yintegrity
breathing my breath of life
re-emptying out and in
our Great Transitional 20/20 revolutionary breath,
reascending out
Is in
toward future healthy wealth
empowering out past history
enlightening in future multiculturing herstory
egopatriarchal alterations
ecofeminist Yang
Yin
leftbrain dominantly out
rightbrain recessing back in
win-win
Across all respiring
revolutionary
spiraling
regenerations
of greening air
and blue therapeutic water
and red anthro-privileged fire
breathing MotherEarth
of life continuously
reincarnate
rememory
reconnecting
religioning
reweaving
reinvesting
regenerate
restoring EarthJustice
inhaled
exhalations.
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Time Passages
I drift midst some pleasant sensation~~from a morning mist,
that promptly parches within glowing ribbons~~where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat~~as my ramblings proceed aimlessly,
Presently skims a peacock sky~~fans out its righteous hue,
variously, ducks stapled in a pond~~quacks influences life,
views by ark's parts a motion~~equal to my emotions,
Channeling alterations that affect~~evolved futures,
preceptions are produced clearer~~like a hallway complete of doors,
whenever one is opened~~ventures varied responses,
I noted from moment to moment~~evoked fused answers,
harmonious so far~~whilst I perpetuate forward in thoughts,
mindful about yesterday's storm~~all in all, time will tell.
2020 November 13
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired
~~Constance La France
Creation of a generation
Generating anticipation
Alterations of duration's
While siting in frustration
Looks of men as children
Sticks and stones
Breaking bones
While throwing stones
Fires and teargas fill the air
Shots fired killing
One another
Do they not relize
We are all one yet separate
Adam and Eve were the start
Of me,
Tempted by Satan
The same rules apply today
Do not eat this apple of sin
Yet, my brothers and sisters
Are sill eating Eve's apple of sin
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