Best Myopic Poems
Yellow pollen drifts converge,
adorn nude logs in gros point lace;
red veined, orange campfire strings glaze
blue-gray above my lover's face.
I succumb to reflected eyes,
greening hazel like wise old frogs,
feel black water breast swiftly swell
against a quickening white fog.
Swamped, rose-gold tinged moments,
rocking red boat danger portends;
I glimpse distorted, fear-gray image . . .
his eyes foolish and young again.
Copyright, July 29, 2014
Myopic Discovery Tool
…Strong orchestrated introduction builds to a crescendo....
An artist gifted with a loving partner, for with which she did not seize the day and use each possible moment to cherish and strengthen all the great attributes the other of the duet, the gift journeyed on... You see the partner was less than perfection, as us all.
Narrowly escaping an unappreciative partner who was caught up in outer beauty preventing her eyes to see past other’s imperfections, blind to the heart of her life force which was practically bursting with unadulterated beauty and sheer love.
Oh how she BEAMS!
Baring herself amidst the galaxies whilst dusting the infinite Universe with beauty and love to spare. Love begets love...
Look at that!
What scars??
If love allowed the common human the appropriate myopic tool, the former partner could have fostered her and great, would have been nurtured into greater.
Sadly, more humans share the malady of a reverse myopia, which magnifies the scars and warts until that is all that they see.
Ugh! Damn, human skin-deep vanity. So few understand that true beauty and love emanate from the inside allowing us the blessing to be forever beautiful, with more than enough to share.
Gazing at the pale blue dot in space from another planet, not-yet named, the Earthling artist recognizes his former partner now overflowing with unspeakable attributes into the realms of infinity.
Scars? What scars. Warts! What warts!
A wise human now blessed with this same muse had seized the day. For she possessed the uncommon key-tool to surpass the myopic malady common to humans. This knowledge allowed her focus to magnify all the good in people.
Together with this partner they, each other’s muse, shared with all willing, to open their minds, how to find the origin of beauty and now share this with all worlds.
Hindsight is not for naught if used to grow wisdom. We can be forever beautiful!
Be aware; tools, strategies and solutions to such conundrums forthcoming.
... Music fades to black…
Sunshine Williams
I had a sibling,
but now he only exists as an eidolon on the
flat glossy surface of a couple of photographs;
that I have placed upon this ancient davenport;
that I am using to create this elegy.
I look into his eyes and try to remember
their sparkel and glow, but I can not.
Instead it's only the dreadful image of his inantimate
body encased in a metal pall,
that has been etched upon my heart, mind and soul.
In the same manner as the myopic code,
that was placed with such conamore,
upon his ledger.
Myopic Microscopic
Microscopic myopic;
Melanoma Glaucoma;
Abnormalities.
Part of my wishes;
Song group became suspicious;
Serendipity.
Whippy da do die;
There must be another way,
My guitar to try.
Society boon
So started playing the tune;
Ended up on moon.
Moon is a sexist;
Man who you cannot resist;
Should add to Trump's list.
Ho ho Jim Horn
Jim Horn
The chill of death fills the room:
quailing, faith lost flees out the door.
Maybe
Your understanding
Ought to
Penetrate beyond
Icing and discover the
Cake
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For Sami's facial feature (Eyes) contest
The owl was given nocturnal sight
The hawk long distance to see when in flight
The vision we have is what God desired
We see the world as our God deemed we required
I wonder if it’s possible there are things I cannot see
That could be right here; right next to me
The myopic state
We live in a precarious world when opinions
other than the official ones are banned and ignored
I’m thinking of RT (Russian TV.
That brings news and analyses of current events
the commentators are usually scholars, intellectuals
that do not get a hearing in the usual media
I watch the channel and many others to get a perspective
of the world, we live in.
I Germany RT has been banned because of not having
the right silenced. this is not true and RT is taken
the relevant authority to court.
Probably RT will lose.
There is in Europe and the USA a myopic view
of what we can say or do and many of us who question more
Will and cannot be heard.
This brings us to those who refuse the covid vaccine
they are not criminals but people who fear the restrictions
will lead to more restriction and when a constraint is in place
the likelihood is will be permanent that will
curtailing of freedom.
Our liberty to have a view other than the one accepted
by the sensors who works for the state against the will of the people
"This life sucks," myopics say
They can not see the light of day
They can not see beyond their nose
And that's the way their small view goes
How dreary every life would be
When moon and stars you can not see
Or hear birds chirping in their nest
Nor watch the sun set in the west
So many things to see and do
Myopics choose the narrow view
To live or die is all they see
How wonderful that they're not me!
Opaque
and detached-
a politician's
retina inflamed by
the facts
Shadow knowledge
Veiled understanding
Naive minds
Recalcitrant souls
Unyielding hearts
Bleak tomorrows
May 1, 2023.
Bite Size Contest No. 62 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier.
“Somewhere Ages and ages hence”
Past all attempts towards defence
Of our doings we begin to see
For both our eyes, we did not see
A little is often taken for too much
That we can’t but be imbeciles as such
Is a sore lesion to life’s beauty
Seldom do we see sense as duty
We think we know while we do not
Immured we live in our cosy cot
This is all life has, thinks the simple mind
Indolent to seek a superior find
No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
Since I was little I have always had to figth,
With horrible myopic sight.
I can see OK if I wear my glasses,
The problem is they are as thick as vases.
When I was young I went without glasses trying to look cool,
But I'd trip over something and look like a fool.
Although my sights poor it's the sense I couldn't do without,
Without sight the world would be black and I could not bear this without any doubt.
Busy now
Doing nothing,
Yet somehow
Pull all strings.
Do I know
What to do?
Time does show
How naught woos.
Myopic touch
Tells in kind;
More than much
Bind that blinds.
Look beyond
A fast fling,
Not upon
What time brings.
Who can tell
What's busy?
Idle spells
Thoughts happy.
Wonder crafts
A strange poise:
Curious draft,
Surge of voice.
Why not be
A style fit?
Drop busy,
Warm wise wit.
Leon Enriquez
21 January 2019
Singapore