SEPARATE VARIATIONS
call
nigh
bashful
epithets
enthusing
occcasional
sensations
innovating
a panoply
of
qualities
transmitting
the
distinctive
sophsticated
saturated
spheres
overcome
the
fabulous
believable
It's amazing how I resist change,
not all whispered promises are sublime;
they can make somebody cringe;
it's that poet who struggles for a rhyme.
Tricksters have a word for everyting
to cover up their embarrassing schemes;
I keep away from fakers who sugaroat dreams
with believable words that hide cheating.
Making me guess is the strangest suspense,
it's a selfish way to love yourself
and not care for anyone else;
shouldn't you hold me and love me to death?
Some tricksters have a word for everything
to over up their embarrassing schemes;
I keep away from fakers who sugarcoat dreams
with believable words that hide cheating.
I've been down the road of pretentiousness,
I expected but I got kicked in the ass;
that's how tricksters get what they want,
in the long run, they fail and remain defiant.
Fairy tales were written to make one dream,
did reality reveal their meaning with pretentious theme?
I read them with boyish curiosity, they brought a gleam,
not enough to make me jump up and scream.
Nay, nay, nay darling I refuse
to stay out of your stunning orbit,
around you my universe slowly spins:
if it bothers you, admit it!
I'm stubborn , I can't lose,
beyond this planet
all seems mysterious!
Yea, yeah, yeah remain the lover
who turns gloomy darkness into light;
stay, stay, stay closer and make sure
that you've picket the right guy;
if perfection is your goal,
find another dude
with a more charming smile,
or even more handsome!
If it's obsession, remain in your game:
winning someone's guy is hard fight!
Nay, nay, nay the most believable promises
won't bond the one who tells lies;
yeah, yeah, yeah my hope is fading
while all joy is missing!
If perfection is your goal,
you're looking at the wrong man;
yeah, yeah, yeah doesn't happiness
thrill you after you taste the sweetest kiss?
Nay, nay, nay greed is no gain;
yeah, yeah, yeah greed is no gain;
yeah, yeah, yeah keep stirring the bowl!
Temperatures are sizzling;
Fires burn and spread.
Salad sales are fizzling.
(Eat grass-fed beef instead!)
Immigrants are terrified;
Deportations rise.
Flat-out lies are verified.
Drones invade the skies.
News reporters get the boot.
Algae grows and blooms.
Secret deals to prosecute
Are made in private rooms.
Institutions once revered
Are shuttered or debased.
Everything we’ve always feared
Has happened, in such haste
It’s almost inconceivable,
Yet somehow it is real.
We know that it’s believable,
For nothing can conceal
The way the world is crumbling
And only those in charge,
Despite their shameful bumbling
And greed are living large.
I do not see a way to fix
How bad things have become,
For nature’s tricks and politics
Have made me sad and numb.
Kudos Erin, I salute your gumption, in sifting for the realitys of some intended
Data centres; projected in positive themed
And Proposed assumptions, Millions will be impacted and the environmental hit.! its
Set to make nonsense, of initiatives over 60 Years morhped into laws, with much fanfare and
Moral cheer' grafting into the syncronicity
And awareness of almost everywhere.?From villages through to citys.' Now the
Rug is being pulled, though threadbare
And fraying bad.' With realisation that we've
All been had.? Its simple enough i think you'll find, you can see the change to real sustainability, yet in this you need to find; take
Part and be aware' or as its known you'll
Become the most un-believable square.!!!
The aim of news is to widespread anxiety
To add more stress inside and out just for fun
We play the readers, posing the society
Among those out for a morning run
The social myth about the media is trivial
Nobody opens stuff under the good headlines
Bad stuff’s far more attractive and believable
We feel the edge of these ill-fated times
But what’s left in the end, reminds a song
Yesterday’s Papers by the Stones, it gives some tips
Although the papers didn’t last too long
Weren’t they useful at the time for wrapping chips
These days we serve the digital completeness
Newspapers gone, our chips are boxed and wet
Tactility gets shrunk, that dual purpose sweetness
Remains a memory, which hasn’t faded yet.
He needed a rude awakening
A sudden splash of ice cold water
to come to his senses
He got it and more
More like a lightning jolt
Handed to him on a silver platter
He didn’t see it coming
He took life for granted
Quite happy living in delusion
He thought he was immune
Assumed time would always be his ally
Shocked when things fell apart
Blind with obsession he led his life
Living in the bubble within his head
Blissfully oblivious to the reality around him
And now washed away by the tide …
Dreams being nothing more than cheap fantasies
House of cards come abruptly tumbling down
Daring destiny isn’t a clever life strategy
Hardly believable he didn’t see this coming
The future now looks bleak
AP: 1st place 2026
First glance
Your face has got me
Do I stand a chance?
The one I wish is thee
It were your eyes
The ones of highness
It were you
My only kindness
The English voice
That calmed me deep
The one to stop the noise
The one to stop me weep
The mind of greatness
The only one I long for
The beauty of a sadness
Perhaps you wanted more
But I was true
I crossed the earth
Just to see you
I expected mirth
Oh, I thought without a fear
I want you near
You want me here
Oh, what happened dear
Was it me or the distance
Was it me or someone else
Please help me in this instance
I will believe your tells
You didn’t say a thing
Which crushed my heart
And it made me think
“Should I depart?”
You fooled me more than month
A game was played
I lost it stunned
But the memories will never fade
You made me who I am
You made love believable
I had to understand
You are too deceivable
Yet I fancy you from start
I always will
You make my foolish heart
Do not stay still
("Lonesome Day Blues", 2025, original encaustic)
Spinning Stories
Waking or sleeping
Continuously we spin believable stories
Ideal or terrible
Or just simply boring or strange.
Obviously
It’s what our minds habitually do
And we believe them
Even when it’s clear we shouldn’t
Because they are our stories
Spun into a web
To hold our attention, hold us up
And hold something,
A lack at our center and beyond
Our periphery, back.
We spin believable stories,
A spider in a matrix of its own design,
To bring order
To chaos
Because that’s just what minds habitually do.
(4/20/25)
Lean closer, dear friend, my secret to hear.
Speak softly, Mr. Know-it-all is near.
I am unsettled by his depiction -
a poetic character of fiction.
It is I who created that sad man,
not so believable, but I did try.
Admittedly, he's poorly drawn, that guy.
When he cares, he acts like he doesn't.
If he says his heart's in it, it wasn't.
You'll soon forget him. He will disappear.
So depend on me. I'll always be here.
Every day you go to work
And hop into your vehicle
Not a thought or say a word
About if the job is meaningful
You sacrifice a lot of time
And try to be agreeable
Often sold on common goals
It all sounds so believable
Any goal that is your own
Should not include your brothers
Because his goals you may not know
And are hard to go discover
Upper hands are gained
Not by ones that tell the other
Because what is not explained
Sustains impressions that you're under
Sadness is sporadic in midnight
Love is a nightmare and scary
You wake up suddenly
In the middle of the night
Crying and gasping for truth
Only to fine out a dream unsettled
Telling truth is painful and elusive
Lies is like cupcake easy to eat
Believable, inviting and flowery
Deceitful lovers use wishful ways
To trap innocent to succumb beauty
A treachery led to destroy treacherous
Be true in all dealing of relationship
God will bless you and give you justice
Whatever happen your life in the end.
Don't be hide anymore behind
this shameful mask of coldness,
I start feeling your indifference;
you pull away and enter a fantasy world,
where nothing is real to human eyes:
don't hold on your ego and pretense!
This shameful mask of coldness
has kept you in dreadful darkness,
is there anybody who trusts you anymore;
even words aren't as believable as before!
Steal kisses and run away,
spend nights in stranger's arms,
conquer and use innocent girls;
never think you won't pay!
It's time you took off this mask of coldness,
it has hurt me more than the other lovers!
Pray that you don't step in hell again,
burn in torment for the lies you told me;
there's a payday for everyone who deceives,
there's a cold day that brings rain and shivers:
you did it to yourself, no pity on you, demon...
I have clipped your wings: you can't reach me!
Scream, don't ask for mercy, keep your frown,
cringe your teeth, nobody can hear you, dummy;
the mask of shameful coldness has come down:
it's my turn for revenge, why should I feel guilty?
Why is a lie sometimes more believable than the truth?
the tempered veil of years with a weave of sweet and sour
can be lavish like the pleasurable return of good deeds
take what you learn from sky high places
that bleed clouds to the hills
weave towards green with its hypnotic continuity
reach for the weightlessness of a dandelion seed
in a breeze of somersaults
weave away if lies spoken with zest
become believable
seek a safe place from huff and puff winds
woven into refuge like design in a quilt
find what's essential like peek-a-boo games
that tickle a child to glee
work strains
whittles at days
the hourglass sighs at what sags away
summer still holds the chatter of birds
young buds still weave upward
ungloving hands holding chains and fear
joy still roams to signboards above
nothing desolate
a sanctuary
Elysium
in walls that rise
in stars unnamed
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