Best Looking Glass Poems

I fear not the unknown
but what I cannot unleash and interpret
stifled emotions blur my vision
leaving my looking glass self – unclear

my insides are in disarray, like 
shredded confetti propelling in the wind
scattered pieces lose their bearing  
leaving my looking glass self -  astray

bewilderment...

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Now that the wicked witch has left the room….

Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees.

And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of...

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The mirror reflected her face, pained with
Hate and self-loathing
Rueing her actions from the night before
On waking to find herself naked, lying beside him
Under the influence of alcohol, she had
Given in and made love to him, now, she chastised 
Herself for letting him make his move

There...

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Close your eyes
To your surprise
Wake up never recognized..

Time beyond the looking glass
Nonchalantly travels past
Without a single question asked..

Judgmental eyes stare in vain
A victim of a curious brain
Begin at the beginning then start again..

Like falling down a rabbit hole
With no control
Inquisitiveness starts to take its...

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The girl with the looking glass heart

She polished the lens with a smudge of her finger
Still tiny traces of memories linger
Held to the light so the streaks they were showing
Wiped it again all the while just knowing

Darkness collected the corners she wept
Placed in the box...

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she looks back at me
always takes me by surprise
this woman in the mirror
that i never seem to quite recognize 

still she looks at me
her eyes drawing me in
refuses to utter a sound
and shatter that eerie film of chagrin

she lives inside the mirror
has no name or...

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Now this cross is carried...And a crucifixion--AWAITS--and the blood 
which has fallen--to late--for an answer, to late to be saved!!! A thousand
eyes--wondering/staring deep inside, looking for forgiveness inside of dead eyes
gone astray...A hint of darkness, begging eyes that fade...deep within the
voices--CRYING/CALLING my name...it's better off...

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A photo stands in nature’s way
Like a magic looking glass it 
Seals the moment sunset cast
Forever one golden streak across
The sky dipping it’s blazing tongue
Into the sloshing sea below
A majestic moment embossed
Upon the mind never to change 
Seemingly and yet each time I look at...

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Desolate thoughts 
and counting crows
Specs of light 
spread across
Across the bridge so far
The Darkened moonlit sky
Red white and blue
Neon lights
Sparkle for the few
Left hanging out
In Spanish Harlem
That very night
Looking through
The windows of lost 
souls
I cry laugh and rejoice 
Seen what you didn't
See in me 
And...

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So I sit here in the infectious waste, wasted effort, waste of time.
Wasting away my youth, my livelihood, my hopes and dreams,
How am I supposed to handle this?

(  *   *  )

Ok fine, I look up and I do see it,
A brilliant...

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Let Me Through The Looking 
Glass

Down by my window, and I 
think
Let me go through the looking 
glass
"As if I am so visionary
To project some conspiracy
Don't trudge down that frozen 
road"

Let me go through the looking 
glass
Let me lay bare hallucination
Under a coat of imagination
Traversing desert...

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I spied a wonderful blond on the beach
Her body so shapely and peached
   I was in ogling mood
   I know it was rude
Through binoculars, so far out of reach




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The west winds of springtime
Brought forth April showers
That rained on the pavements
Of Southwick for hours.

It was standing room only
And full to the brim
As people sought shelter 
At the old Tabard Inn.
           
A man with a...

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Morning In The Hair Salon

She would chat and then nod as she washed
And laugh as she dried and then curled
But behind all the smiles that were wide, fixed and false
She felt challenged and alone in the world.

She felt angry and always so tired
With debts adding...

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- Readers, I hope you forgive me.
I’m retracting some words I once said:
I'd planned to write just five of these tales
But I've added a sixth tale instead..


Night

The preacher was searching for Duchess
Also known as 'The Tabard Inn Cat'.
Scared by the storm she'd run out of...

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