Best Reals Poems
That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a shedding, sheltering plaque,
All concerned syllables sent swiftly bouncing off your back.
Ever adrift on fiction's lost sea, never blown to shore,
Too late I saw your hidden thirst - too easy to ignore
Evasion and avoidance - thus was piloted your ship,
You'd dance around, not run aground - you gave us both the slip.
I failed your buried, rooted pain, I missed the reddened tracks,
All facts would step aside your rime of displaced parallax,
I slighted each secluded wound, the false-trod thoroughfare,
So ends a life of wary silence, cloaked mutely in despair.
No one knew you as I did, my reward there sadly sure,
I'd like to think away now, yet the hard truths are too pure,
Blinded, perhaps, by my own fear, I let out line for years,
And all my stock of forward time now fills with bloody tears.
Upon my closing sight of you, muzzled words within your eyes,
Your final hour released you not - you'd walked too long on lies.
I’m so confused, what do they want?
Those judges seem to goad and taunt
One week they ask for something new
Then criticize when you try to!
To my dawg, Randy, I’ll throw a bone
For Paula, I’ll make it my own
For Kara, I’ll be RIDIC-U-LOUS
And, for Simon, I'm meticulous
What will I do this summer, now?
I'll miss my Idol nights, and how!
I wonder if Kara'll be back
Or if Simon will cut some slack
To the darker side this show appeals
But I love my Randy J. for REALS
And Paula just can't help but be
Her gushing self, oh my oh, me!
Till next winter, I'll have to wait
And with each teaser I'll take the bait
And sit, transfixed before the set
For the greatest Idol season yet!
"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"
A Dream: the 4th Christmas.
deck the halls
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten
where presents
a life
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at
frostily forgotten
tucked under
that big
beautiful
green fir tree
where all the dreams
of poets go
gold starred, tinselled
and angel mounted
ripe cherries
kissed
crassly
under mistletoe
Ah Christmas
capture me up
in your safe
magic arms
let me sip
the nectar from
your sweet eggnog cups
like Puck’s flower flows
on sultry lips
and eyelids
“love-in-idleness”
"The juice of it
on sleeping eyelids laid
will make man
or woman
madly dote
upon the next
live creature
that it sees”
poet or pup
crimson berries crushed
against a velvet tongue
bedazzled and
bewitched
fires crackling
logs like legs
drop and wrap around
the flames
while in my dreams
I await beneath
the sugar coated
blankets of a bed
charmed by snowflakes
dusting houses in a row
through misted windows
where “paper people....
dream
their cardboard dreams”
“how unreal
the whole thing seems
can we be living in a world
that is made of paper mache?
Everything is clean
and so neat
anything that is wrong
can be just swept away”
inside is very still...
not shaken
like a snowglobe -
surreal
damned be
the dams of
Love-in-Idleness
where eyes reflect
your shadow
in my dream
like opium smoke
across cracked glass
remember how we
all once were
some beautiful happy
if we could just pull the chord
so fresh out of ...
class
rewind our time
rewind it
to yesterday
like a toy
across the
ocean bobbing
like a buoy
an Iceberg keens and cries
Nutcracker twirls
Sugarplum
Kris Kringle Kisses
Kalliope
Oberon...
reals
Titania in
Slo mo’
Magic
mmm
Romance
lacy
frosty
melting
snow.
An iceberg cries
in time with
Christmas eyes
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Paper Mache” / Dionne Warwick
https://youtu.be/85TK2Bia6w8
"There must have been some magic in
That old top hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around"
HEAL MY SWOLEN HEART YOU HOLDER OF ITS PAINFULL BEAT,
REPEATING STRONG SENSATIONS WHICH DEVOUR ME,
NO LONGER STRONG ENOUGH ALONE,
MY SOLITUDE SHOWS MOMENTS THAT I'VE TRIED TO HIDE,
SUDDENLY THE ANGUISH FROM INSIDE BECOMES ALIVE,
AROUND HERE THERE IS EMPTYNESS WHERE ONCE THERE LIED A HUG,
IT SEEMS THAT NOW HUGS AINT ENOUGH TO REASURE ME YOU STILL CARE,
LIFES NOT UNFAIR IF UNDERSTOOD RIGHT,
YET CAN HARDLY GRASP IT,
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THOSE SMILES DAMN IT,
ALL IS WELL BELOW SURFACE,
AND STILL I FEEL SO WORTHLESS,
SEARCH FOR PURPOSE IN THIS MESS,
DOING THE BEST TO GET THROUGH BEING WITHOUT ANSWERS TO MY
QUESTIONS,
WHICH IS WHEN WILL TIME HEAL ME,
NOT TO FORGET THE HURT YOUR FEELING,
TRYING TO SEAL WHATS CALLED THE PAST,
OH HOLDER OF THIS PAINFUL BEAT MY HEART IS FEELING,
DRILLING SORROWS THROUGH MY SOUL,
FILLING WITH SOMETHING NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW BUT US,
TO HAVE A YEARNING SO PROFOUND TUGGING AT US,
MUST HAVE BEEN WRECKLESSLY IN LOVE RIGHT,
BUT I'LL FEEL THIS PAIN FOR LIFE TIMES,
REFUSING TO GO AWAY,
I WOULDN'T HAVE IT OTHER WAYS,
PREFER TO STAY AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE,
THROUGH EVERY PASS I GO,
THINKING OF US MAKES MY HEART SWOLEN,
LIKE A LOVE THATS PASSED ME BY,
AND EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP TEARDROPS SLIPP OUT OF EYES THAT
WANT SO MUCH TO CATCH THE SIGHT OF YOU,
THE UNDERSTANDING SIDE OF YOU,
CREATING SOMETHING GREATER THAN I'VE DEALT WITH,
NONE WILL EVER MEVER MEASURE UP TO YOU,
PLACED THE SCALE HIGH WITH ONE KISS,
IT SEEMS I'VE MISSED YOU FOR A DECADE AND THREE WEEKS,
NOW IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO EVEN SPEAK,
Chill winds surge atop placid lake
Reflections of rapture shattered
My hope of redemption laying in shards
Tears flow, dreams end in desolation
A tempest beats against the keep
The palisade of my heart overwhelmed
My hope of atonement laying in fragments
Tears flow, dreams end in despair
The tumult rakes silent green forest
Stillness of soul severed carelessly
My hope of expiation laying in wreckage
Tears flow, dreams end in desperation
Maelstrom tears asunder grey sky
Mind reals devastated, images deluge
My hope of salvation laying in tatters
Tears flow, dreams end in defeat
I am forlorn!
I am alone!
I am lost!
"The Pavane"
Autumn leaves
whistle nonchalantly
along the left-behind
paths of serendipity
hesitantly touch fingers
lightly for a while, tipping
lost in the wastelands
winter beckons
love unconditionally
magic listens
and arrives
in the laps go-lightly
of racing hares
tossed salad years
and marshmallow dreams
of servile tortoise
pleasantville sown seams
stitching singers sewing
covers over pea-soup ethereal
conquered territory unseen
the unconquered all-knowing, unknowing
misty consommé seas
the spinning reals
seasoning dreams
like sails
stitching the wind
of evergreen the forests
tightly held in
the in-between
dells, we dwell subservient
free becomes the
shield held over
motto lux vitae
foot to pedal
watching you
reading me
dancing the slow Pavane
fingers lightly touching
faces veiled behind screens
elaborate
clothing
autumn leaves
winter arrives
peacock moves aside
it parts the sees, in parts
lost in the wastelands
winter beckons
love unconditionally
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
lux vitae
Autumn Forest Ambience
[Music by Adrian von Ziegler -
Autumn Forest, Relaxing Celtic Music]
https://youtu.be/Ha0i6RUu_Hg
Autumn.
"The leaves are all falling,
and they're falling
like they're falling
in love with the ground."
"The first breath of autumn
was in the air, a prodigal feeling,
a feeling of wanting, taking,
and keeping, before it is too late."
Winter.
"Nothing burns like the cold."
"Winter is coming."
The Pavane/ Pavan.
A stately court processional dance where Elizabethan couples paraded around the hall lightly touching fingers. Pavane means peacock and the name of the dance derives from the sight of the trains of the women's gowns trailing across the floor like a peacock's tail.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavane
going back to br ...... no love up here...... much love in br...... home is up here......
the only reals are the youngsters.... everyone else is busters.... fakers and haters....
roe city see you later..... won't be back ..... wouldn't embrace real... don't even care
how you feel....
1-8-11
I’m a sea-going servant some call me, John
I love, love to sail, sail on
From ocean to ocean I sail, sail on
Encompassing rough high waters of the ocean
Devoted to the seas, tis my dream
To ride the waves on a ship at sea
Ocean of devotion, waters of composes, I love it so
Much of the planet’s hydrosphere conventional
I find it much intentional sail on, I sail on
Divisions ravish and reals coral blue-green aqua white waters
In rhythmic descending orders
Mighty colors Pacific, Atlantic Indian southern and Arctic
Oceans granted rolling, raging and reeling waves
Oh, How I revel and marvel rolling waters emotions
Mightier than the waves of the sea is
His love, God’s love for you, for me
I will call your name and keep my eyes above the waves
That raging rapid commotion,
O how I have such a devotion to the oceans
I love to sail on, sail on
8/6/19
2nd Place Win in Contest
For Devotion To Ocean Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
A little girl with fairy tale dreams; playmates only she can see
spending her time playing like she was big...eating honeysuckles and serving tea
her playmates loved to listen to her talk, she did it very well
she told them all her secrets....she knew they would never tell
a young lady now, her playmates were real
unsure of how she was supposed to feel
nothing ever went her way, she found a way to deal
heartaches and heartbreaks lead her into her grown up life
she attempts to 'for reals” be a mommy and wife
being a mommy is what she was supposed to be
but the little girl in her wanted to be free
she ran and hid, just like before
but her playmates didn't listen to her talk anymore
she talked to herself, but that was no fun
she didn't feel loved by anyone
the little girl didn't want to play for a long long time
her playmate she could not find
she stayed big all the time for a long while
she was mad a lot and she could not even smile
I think somebody said a prayer for that girl for sure
because God sent her a playmate who was big like her
her and her playmate play..... even though they are big
and that big girl smiles like the little girl did
Ants
And uncles' too
They get under my goat.
Skin crawling little lactose tolerant yokes.
"Holy guacamole, pass the cheese."
Says Uncle Whine O.
Hold the phones stop the press I gotta go.
Look at me
Look at me
Ant Hen says to Uncle Fren
Here buddy let me hold that for ya while I soak ants with my pee.
Gossiping about me creating mountains that are more closely related to as hills.
That lazy bum can't even pay his own bills.
He lies, cheats, and steals.
Truth be told I hate ants like for reals.
8/14/16
Lil’ twobits clanging
past midnight with
cash and carry dreams
sell low buy
cheap tomorrows news bouncing
yesterdays hate
in WTF headlines
“oh for sure like its for reals”
u know sunset paychecks and
eviction pink
slips between nighttime wannabe okays
into an “oh hell not today”
must-smile-for-the-boss realities
do me sideways and kiss me
without Prozac or
2am remorse
do it sometime quick
before the dawn chorus
wakes the landlord
and pocket change offends
the god of practical sorrows.
"50 Words for Poe: Styx"
Sleep now
Your Nepenthe has been taken
listen to your dream
what you pay alms for
requires surveillance
this is where she is reached and seen
in her dreams she dreams within your dream
He whistles in with the wind
Like King of the Hill
Incubus sucks her soul in
she sits in his boat
long bare legs wearing
Red killer stilettos,
"Persimmon" on her wiggling toenails
She's all covered in Sin
she smells good, ripe for kissing
sailing on Styx
towards some kind of destiny
Him and his hot dream
on their first tryst
this vetoes all need for safe religion
when he looks at himself,
God is in the mirror
staring back at Him
He smiles a Jack Nicholson grin
In vivid hues of Blue
he dreams to win
She whispers,
“Baby come here, come in”
This is all he needs
He's already on his knees
She becomes
His strange new religion
The Black Raven softly sings
Purple is the colour not Red, that 'reals' him in
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"And I'm not one for thinking twice,
But I know this much is true,
The earth will turn and powder burns,
And you are my revolver."
Strange Religion, Mark Laneganhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAQZKbUkK_0
The Red Shoes, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbbPPy_bNM4
Lily, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWaqPOnR5wU
Moments of Pleasure, Kate Bushhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pW5hjWVS3ho
Revolver, Campbell/Laneganhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT1Y0m8MX2I
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Styx
Purple
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-purple/
https://www.colormatters.com/the-meanings-of-colors/purple
Red
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-red/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Shoes_(fairy_tale)
Blue
https://www.bourncreative.com/meaning-of-the-color-blue/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepenthe
some sought remedy
it was less likely that these approaches
would yield fact: after all in
the broader realm of it's being
it paled in comparison to what
it wished and wanted to be.
But as one who likes action, and understands what
in the light of doing is: thinks that
this might ripened to be a delicious slice
of pie.
3:14 the Centre of thought, the conscious mind
from an unconscious state. each person is representative of
an appropriate following, a member of an individual entity.
Studies indicate what worthy, and in it's value to be seen
by those who wish to witness the spectacle of it's being.
Might they function as individual parts: to make they
"thang" come into being!
stumble upon the creek
and let the pan find the gold,
make me the happy man I know I should be!
that each mind, thinks in accordance's to it's purpose
and every body acts, on the stage it rehearst for
that the sounds shall be acceptable to the masses
and the product made
is seen and wanted by those who wish to have it!
take the mass from the mountain
and hue the stone from the model
make the sight one that those
in yesteryear might remember, and them of tomorrow
might wish to see, and be part of.
yet the songs announce the man, that his actions
come from the reactions of him he challenges
speak me right: that my labors are seen by those
who I represent!
"CapStone Ball" is the Answer to the Challenge put forth by the representatives of a true man, A Male thinktank : that supports Charities.
It formation is part selfish and part charity.
It asked the following.
Might these men bring to the table $10,000.00 each matched by sponsors
we might speak to the challenge of a world un represented.
The Kentucky, Maryland, Florida, Virginia, Appalanation, Arizona, Texas, Hawaiian, Costa Rican, Brazilian National, Nation Peru, Mexican, Africa West, Great Egyptian, Chinese, Beijing Affiliate, United Japan, Greek International, Best Roman, And the New German United, Russian First,United England and America's champions unite to battle out in Battle royal match to Crown The reals World Champion!
in love
only words don't to be
hearts need
difficult to walk thorny paths
in love
only feel don't to be
reals are founds
everyone sees when the curtain rising
in love
only two person don't to be
understand won't take long
02/1/16
See No Evil
Too long ago our world could once be described as the halcyon days,
Having $20 made you feel exuberant and one would even consider you opulent and for that I’m amazed;
Just as the crepuscular creatures of the night, our world could be viewed the same,
A penumbra if you will that separates the reals from the fakes,
This world is yearning for my sweet and sonorous voice to tell this tragic tale of a world gone wrong,
My view of this world is in no way biased but more so visceral above all,
I’ve seen things that have made me cynical and most of all repulsed,
So now I live my perpetual life without desultory because the jealousy of this world has consumed me,
I’ve grown weary of this disoriented world and its selfish attempts while I’m trying to remain peaceful,
For this very reason, I’ll continue to live my life by seeing no evil.