Best Dualities Poems
Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow.
I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know
My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative.
My reflecting and planning are liberative.
Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair?
Should my compassion change as per seasonal air?
There are unconscious courses in my mind and soul.
Like webs that fuse each fleck and speck into a whole
Nightmares that slaughter peace within the inner shrine's core
Feeling that, like birds, above the skies of mind sore
Impulsive admiration of flimsy beauty
All this progress as though a soon-to-do duty
Love, happiness, forgiveness, compassion, and trust
Collide with loneliness, helplessness, and disgust
Self-awareness, like a breeze between tempests, struggles
Between beliefs and doubts, there are silent rubbles.
While sour dualities of good and bad exist
Isn't there, between each straight-seeming path, a twist?
It is the unsettling feeling of uneasiness, the unseen
Presence that quickens your pulse rate, are you being
Watched, what lies in the darkened hallows of the
Black shadows?
Why does the whispering wind scream beware, into
My inner ears consciousness, making the blood
Within mine veins run icy cold, light to the touch
Invisible finger tips brush against my bare exposed
Neck, yet no one is there, just the chill in the night’s air.
Then in the hushed silence every sound stops dead,
There is absolutely no breeze, nature seems frozen in
A complete quite stasis freeze of stillness, a rigidity
I’ve never experienced before.
I’m a human statue paralyzed in place, motionless
Just waiting for something to happen, should I
Flee or stay, my mind races with a stood cold’s
Adrenaline's rush, but for God’s sake I’m completely
Unable to move!
What is the definition of reality, as the lights
Flickering, and my four walls of living shelter
Shudder, I’m forced to question sanity vs.
Insanity, thin grows the line of realism!
Dualities cabinet doors swing wide open,
As the plates of life’s routine smash, against
The walls of ethereal existence.
A trickster’s spirit is this wild raw force, of angers
Power unleashed, this poltergeist whom lashes
Out me, from his deadly zones terrorizing abyss.
In fears screaming, I yell what do you want
From me, and It responds in a terrifying
Voice, Get out this is my house!
In a flashes rude awaking, the spell of motionlessness,
Is broken, the captive hostage is released, I’m free
At last to run, and I do so without questioning’s
Reasoning, never to look back, never to challenge
My decision, for it is his house, this poltergeist,
May he dwell in his own living hell forever?
Do you not believe my story, for I care not?
For I’m sound in both mind and of body,
Once a none believer now a born again
Spiritual being, who realizes the other side
Does exist, and it has touched my life
With voracitie's true evil.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
GHOST MIRRORS
Ghostly images captured within the prism of reflected light,
Ethereal waves rippling against reality’s framed surface
Of the translucent, as phantom hands press, slamming at
The fragile glass of dualities deadened zone of existence!
A sudden shimmering, in the beguiling mirror of illusions,
As in the icy eerie chill of this frozen man made pool of
Optical delusions, something within shifted and moved!
Disembodiment's outcasts to incisions resistance, cut at
The bitter edge of the graves stone marker, are these
Silhouette shadow beings, trapped within clarities maze
Of solid crystal!
Black sheets haunted, hidden behind the spiritual mirrors
Of religion, encasement's prison of soulless mists, a vaporous
Cage without iron bars, nor steels reinforcement, these are
The lost or damnation's cursed unto the light of salvation!
What skeletal keys can unlock these dimensional doorway,
And just where is the keyhole to fit, this illusionary anomaly?
At the shutters sudden flash, in ethereal creature slides
Across the screen of realities review mirror, a dark
Hauntings presence that alluding the neck eyes detection!
A dead man’s situation lies exposed, by the elemental
Reflection of lights retraction, hidden beneath the graveyards
Bones of the unsolved murder!
Within the winds of the whistling breeze, hear the unruffled
Cries of fates lost children, crying out for justices guiding
Light to save them, from the disembodied hands of their
Tormentors!
Running children of the ethereal night, whom rage in
Vengeance, against the glass prism of shattered light,
Weeping in devastation's despair, for their loss of life eternal!
At the flashing neon point of no return, the devils forsaken
Sake at the tempered glass of realism, clamoring to be
Recognized for once existing!
Within the four squared frame of reality, dwells the
Infinite pool of the ethereal realm, and in its rippling
Waves, phantom faces are shone in the tormented poises
Of the after life’s jail cell, without the possibility of
Paroles final tender mercy!
Ghostly images captured within the prism of reflected light,
Ethereal waves rippling against reality’s framed surface
Of the translucent, as phantom hands press, slamming at
The fragile glass of dualities deadened zone of existence!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
BEWARE THE MONTH OF HALLOWEEN IS COMING
Lean/fat -- this or that,
thick and flat -- where is IT at?
Short/tall -- stand or fall,
give and take -- what IT is all?
Win/lose -- jazzy to blues,
good or bad -- can't take the news.
Sweet/sour -- seconds in an hour,
right or wrong -- babble needs a tower.
Sober/drunk -- rock or punk,
black and white -- its all the same junk.
Junk in your trunk
Junk in your bunkety bunk.
Junk in your junkie scenes
or is that, genes in your jeans?
Who cares what IT means?
A means to an end of this write:
Good Night!
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say what? gibberish jabber and jive
thrown off by that name design
i’ll pause for hee-larious devilish crime,
just this once, yo!
befriending puzzled game of who i am
roarrr! gotta hang loose and chillax...
click the clock and go with moment’s groove
if i hear some laughs, i’ll con you with slum stuff
for now, i ain’t your momma’s sweet thing
to give what’s due, let your green bucks talk
my tricky demons have been impatient,
now let that flat tire settle you.
this rhythm spins for bad, bad girl i’ve never been...
drums roll for a con girl… i’m ready for bullying
spinnin out scum and knowing i spit the shots
sleeky me, too not quick to catch
upside down and underground,
brace yourself or turn around. if you do please,
keep your smarts… street life is my major major punk
i’m callin last call, and all of you, hear this...
it’s time to bail out and bounce up,
live beyond lucid dreams and spark your plug
far beyond the images we see, there are split
mirror- dualities of what seem to be… see, i fancied
the title “Candle Net Out” also known as
nette on the clouds…too pretty and normal,
i’m experimental,
let me shock you from inside out…
just for today, it’s wickedly freaky showtime!
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*twisted because this was the teenage side of me
that wanted to rebel..but just did it half- way through!
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PD's Any Twisted Poem
by: nette onclaud
When life is miserable and bad
When circumstances make you sad
When one after another problems abound
Like a phoenix you raise
from the ashes of agony
and smile in utter faith
When physical pain distresses
When you lack strength to live
When medicines fail to cure
Like a phoenix you raise
from the ashes of pain
ignoring it, carry on with life
When faced with hard to resolve problems
When mind is perplexed for want of solution
When you feel struck up from all sides
Like a phoenix you raise
from ashes of contemplation
leave your worries to God, be calm
Like a phoenix you raise
Your towering personality
Amidst worldly chaos
Resolve to be happy, calm, unperturbed
Inspire others, achieve peace
Never give up, never die
Like a phoenix raise again and again
More resolute, more strong
Show the world nothing can kill
your ambitions, your happiness, your calmness
Life is a saga of dualities
Along with happiness, sadness abounds
We endure it from birth till death
After death like phoenix we raise from ashes
Take another birth and suffer unabated
Ask yourself how to end it all
Try for salvation, to see your soul
Then like a phoenix you raise from ashes
Leave mortal world, become one with God
End all your problems, attain infinite bliss
Like a phoenix you raise!
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august rain showers
diamonds but sun drinks them ~
reflections of life
06.07.2021
Syllable count checked at PS
1
Last night dinner
with four couples
points out the difficulties in living together
and apart.
Even the
son of a wealthy doctor, disdainful of
inebriates more artificial than the moon,
full, full of joy for humanity
and life
suffers deepening depressions
like the mist outside a lamplight.
It was a good restaurant
expensive but comfortable
in the alternate life-style way
the cook was a hairy
talented clown
and we clowned though beneath each
facade
was turmoil and decay.
We lay
beside each other like bones
in a boneyard
and find joy (I do anyway)
in the bone dance
to bone music.
2
Without a thought for slash fuel
or deer, the mist
deepens and deteriorates upon
the mountain. The mountain
completely unaware
of its greenness. The ice
is centuries old.
A red-tailed hawk
floats above the unit
observes what small mammals, birds
are in the clearcut
Awaits
the moment
to strike
or fades away almost
silent as the mist. I dream
of it, though I am awake
among my co-workers, the bullet
system zinging cut logs down
to the road, bones.
3
Pardon
me you mountains
for coming to the edge
without mystical knowledge
or belief, only love and wrinkled
eyes for the women and men who
light the fires and wield the chain saws,
drive the cat, swing the ax, I
completely laugh among them like a god
yes, although my face is a mask of hate
and pain, what god does not come to this field
of flowers out of fear and confusion and chains
product of the hot anvil and hot engine
of human history.
This duality, these bone-breaking dualities
this volcanic eruption erupting from some
confluence of beheaded forces, one
powerful with eternity, one
blinding with intensity, meet
and in the middle is me.
It’s slicker'n two wet snots out there today,
my crew boss warns.
Life bests my best synthesis of it
so I begin to pray
for a happy combination
of sun and mist.
not emotional but got peace
no more anger gotta release
no ignorance but wisdom
still a king no kingdom
sernity without passion
keep smiling keep laughing
want harmony but chaos reins
mind scared by life stains
cant have life without death
all temporary just a test
wonderful the mind of a child is
may be grown but still HIS
when in doubt stay your hand
always DO the best you can
all things connected and dependent
neverending cycle of balance
failures,disappointments disagreements
all just minor inconviences
we all fail and fall
rise up stand tall
death,life,corruption,purity
not oppostes but dualities
when its all over its not the end
then your life truly begins
slaves to good or bad
cant be happy without being mad
acceptance of others not a gaurantee
overconfidence not a possibility
planning for the unseen
not realizin your capability
there is no try only do
true understanding only a few
make peace than win or lose
speed dont lead to success
take my time to be the best
wear my clothes to cover me
never for show irresponsibilty
in my heart pure honesty
gonna do more than what was promised me
all may not be what is seen
never make a promise you cant keep
will never find if you never seek
gotta always praise the lord
use the rose to shatter the sword..........
You're strong
I acknowledge that
You're weak
I accept that
Your dualities are
perplexing
My contradicting darling
Be humble
Stay as you are
Keep smiling
When tears aren't far
Your gentle spirit makes
my heart sing
My contradicting darling
Stand tall
Set your feet
Shield up
Fear takes a back seat
Your strong convictions
make you a king
My contradicting darling
For every day there is a
night
For every wrong there is
a right
Being you must be no
easy thing
My contradicting darling
My heart is so filled with joy and love
My heart is so filled with admiration
Two people connecting finding friendship
Two people connecting finding understanding
Laughter, fun , moments to always remember
A coming together of two kindred souls
From different worlds, space, and even time
Yet finding in each other something so special
At times turbulent waters, also serene seas
Dualities not opposing forces true yin and yang
Such a powerful combination lighting up the sky
Pounding drums, Music reaching the soul sending it flying
A powerful unique friendship, enriched and blessed
Each moment shared magical and unique
Blessed dark knight you give meaning to life
One feels so alive and so filled with joy and wonder.
Good sense suppose of all things equally shared,
everyone’s abundance of thoughts much cared.
Those who are most difficult to satisfy,
larger measure of doubt in mental sky.
Sense of reason by diversity and consequence,
some endowed with larger shares and righteous reference.
The well conducted mind by natural equality applied,
likewise to the glories aberration taken as guide.
Wishing of equality in purity of thoughts,
to clearness and distinctness that open mental knots.
Giving fullness to wisdom memories and conduction,
reared beliefs on ethical foundations infirm seduction.
Enfoldment in time for specific growth as certitude,
dualities of soul through dependencies viewed.
Composition and evidence of dependency,
unequal desires and its moral handicap to see.
Dependence of reason instead of revelation,
creating authority issues of great sensation.
The wise being conscious of duality in soul,
working order of eternal certainty as whole.
Warmth contained in the liquidity,
Breaking out of its vessel and bleed,
Painted with the Red of Life,
The Yang breathing inside this Yin,
Is but the child born due to this Fire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
Inhaling every negation as its Oxygen,
Setting this materialist soul on the flames,
Efforts to redeem the sins buried in sands,
Or one may call it by other fancy names,
But the tag hides an evil body in Sagacious attire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
To be demanding is a curse, with bounds,
As limited is the seed for incepting dreams,
Then to give away your desires to fulfill others;
Is like angels lending hands to devils; or as it seems,
One dream turned into reality; mentors another to aspire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
So rather let this human feel this earthly quest,
And on urges, let this mortal monster be fed,
In contrast of dualities; lies the meaning of good,
And without a demon, what good a good is instead?
The path of destruction is thus what I admire,
As even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
If a poem or essay can end with a conclusion or its opposite, either one,
Can it be of any use to anyone?
Do the discrepancies and disparities, dualities and densities, reflect only
the dementia
Of the bearer of the pencil?
First entertain, then enlighten if you can. One stretches truth in order to
pretend,
Another leavens with levity one’s inevitable end.
Most days it's not possible to bring your life into an expressible state.
Disparate hopes, arduous chores, word choices. And, of course, the
state of the state.
Driven by ideas rather than rhymes, for it is not metres, but a
metre-making argument,
That makes a poem. Convenience store or university English
department
The day's disputes, down to the meaning of the weather, leave you
indisposed
To share your heart of zero and your inner rose.
It is the strong force, the energy of the loved ones combined with
cooperation for good or war.
Dad's years in New Guinea fighting Japs, he said, were his best by far.
The best that can be said or done is Be where you are. Love the one
you're with
Not necessarily an adult of the opposite sex, perhaps just a kid who
hates math
And school, dresses goth, reads rarely but learns a lot from movies and
YouTube,
Has the presence of mind to say I am who I am, deal with it. That's who
I want to be
And have always been. Today clean the house, again. Woke up this
morning to two thoughts:
How sweet to be alive! Life is tough.
I must follow this path of my soul…
Where it leads each day, learned as I pay the toll...
Ascension is my ultimate goal…
An inner urge to realize true desire…
A different dimension from dualities desire funeral pyre…
I release the known illusion,
layered with delusion confusion…
I only want to love free of expectations glove…
Rekindling with humanity minus fears shove…
I must finish this process of surrender releasing energy of plight…
I will know myself one with god, shinning my light, brilliant and bright…