Why do you stare in amazement?
Look closely-really look
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
The sad legacy of an old man--you say?
Are those tears of sadness?
Come closer-really come
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
The falling of a once-stately oak--you say?
Can you peer with reflection?
See clearly-really see
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
Road maps of glory past and future--you say?
Dare you smile in anticipation?
Live wisely-really live
Lines and wrinkles going this way and that
The etched brilliance of wisdom and beauty--you say?
in front of the mirror
that first wrinkle -
watch out for the warning sign
Perspectives..!!
One of them
Needs separation
To gain the distance
Of observation..
The other
Isn't a perspective
Because there isn't
A distance or one
To observe..yet
The isn't perceives
That's the amazement..!!
Flashing and flickering lights on a large Ferris wheel
Ornately painted horses on an old circus carousel
Brightly colored balloons set free
Branches gracefully swaying on a willow tree
Children happily playing at a park
Glowing yellow dots from the fireflies in the dark
Kisses from a fuzzy puppy on my face
Shooting stars flying through space
The amazement of wonder shall always dwell within me
The world offers me such fascination in everything I hear, feel, and see
A glistening sun-baked day
Blue sky reverberates into deeper blue
Light shimmers in pixels
A yellow butterfly flutters against the petals of a flower,
Like a piece of paper caught in a breeze,
It lilts and lolls and lifts lazily
A dog shifts on the cool concrete floor
Stretches legs and rolls over murmuring
On the edge of the shady bird bath,
A Cape robin pauses, flashing eyes, a red breast
Then it dives in, wings whirling like windmills as it sings sweetly to the silence of a summer day
I watch from the stoep as life eases and settles into a rhythm of peace,
Slowly unfurling:
An African day winds down, seamlessly
And I feel the solace of true belonging
Not the myth, not the stories
Just the letting go of all it's pieces.
When the words disappear,
Assume the sighs and chills:
front of the purity of beauty
state of total ecstasy
never thought i would find love again
never thought i would meet you
you are a handful, but so am i
total opposites, but we mesh in an alternative way, if you will
never thought i would kiss soft lips again
never came close to thinking that i would kiss you
oooh, the arguments that we would have
neither one of us backing down
we despised each other so, but somehow, God Intervened
never thought i would enjoy living again
never thought i would be in this car rental driving any damn where with you
we both STAY in awe of the mere fact that we do not pull over and kill each other
however, we are so chill with each other laughing and joking now
we still will let each other know here and there now, but that's love and life
never want to be anywhere else....without the WHOLE of you in my heart, mind, and soul.....
Unite To See Amazement Height
What we should do is to try and unite,
So we can see each amazement height;
Were sure;
Could endure,
Performance that appeared in each site.
Jim Horn
The pot calling the kettle black
Is like a sock in the shoe rack
The black cat crossing the road
X the window lest something explode
Ain't life grand with all its fables
Knocking on wood sitting at the table
Don't step on the sidewalk crack
Lest you break granny's back
So much fun when you was a child
Watching the adults really go wild
As Granny turned the car around
Finding another route to get to town
Cause a cat decided to cross the road
Scared something in life would implode
Licking her finger to mark the x
Just so she would not be vexed
We would laugh and call her nuts
Being caught up in these little ruts
And though we thought it to be lame
We would wind up doing the same
I'd love to see it once again
Granny and her x with her grin!
The rains came today
washing down an acrid mist
hours upon hours of descension
as if sun would had never exist
barren, he laid half naked
under guise of her watchful eyes
in amazement he stared at her attention
climbing high atop his throbbing soul
engorged by the surge of her beauty
and her desire to take all control
soft words were spoken aloft
stroking his very being
sensed in theme of inversion
and sudden urge to be free
conjoined momements gratified wonder
euphoric exhilaration overcame
blues brightened, greys drifted away
melancholy migrated and felicity stayed
C-rimson sun is shining
H-igh up in the sky;
A-fter the purple moon sleeps
N-ew day dawns as the night goes by.
G-ray clouds have drifted
I-nto the shadows of the dusk;
E-vening haze has removed its big blurred black mask.
E-legant view has unfolded in the early beautiful morn;
A-nother lady is remembered on the day that she was born.
T-wenty-second of the twelfth month
I-s truly a memorable moment;
U-nmasking the hidden sight, what you can see is an amazement.
Adult days keep rolling faster.
We attribute this to aging,
but it’s routine, firm as plaster,
that induces each years fading.
Adult responsibility
eliminates most mystery.
We don’t absorb what happens next
when we’ve memorized each day’s text.
But there is the joy of fireworks,
those spontaneous dreamworks,
where our free inner child still lurks
and adult brains forego their works.
We find awe, glee and excitement
are not feelings left behind us.
Vibrant bursts grow our amazement,
color pops our gushing gazement.
The joy in all we do not know
(what follows next, when will it end),
gives grown senses a childlike glow
and then, oh yes, then, time does bend.
Beauteous strength so majestic with truth,
Enabling rock stating truth as mineral,
Acting retarded to ignite my speech,
Unleashing modernity in that ancient screech,
Teaching me that I can have my youth,
Endeared to me, havering away it seems to be tickled,
Out with distrust and without problem of cholesterol,
Unmoved when I keep everything inside for myself to hide,
Sanitised and effected, us both, parental wisdom has trickled.
When sneezing does it feel like you head will come off
I'm always ready to catch it much to my friends guffaws
They cheer and high five me
As I stick it back on with glee
Quite a spectacle, utter amazement it can cause
© Jack Ellison 2016
Editing poem was the genesis - scribbles to cover up the unwanted. manuscripts became pieces of art - his calligraphy and doodles. The pen which created magic with words, started playing with lines and curves. Art was intrinsic - mediums differ. Shifts from words to figures became frequent. The Poet started writing poems and stories with his paint brush. He left his paintings unnamed - for you to imagine - sensible souls.
of late came the wish
to express thoughts with brushes -
spring came in colours
01/01/16
( This poem is all about the paintings of Noble Laureate poet Rabindranath Tagore)
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