One tipple too far,
barely enough to notice
made the first tile sound—
morning lost its clean edges
as choices became fuzzy.
The path did not break,
it merely curved a little
toward softer ground—
resolve missed a few heartbeats
dominoes fell step by step.
By dusk the tale unfolded,
not a great calamity—
a trail of slip-ups
from loose threads left ungathered
that slowly unstitched the day.
Is Love a defect?
It could be considered
an emotional weakness
A chink in the armor
It causes you to
do unusual things- - - - -
Can get you to
alter your whole life
Do things that
are uncharacteristic
Bend you into it's
desires and whims
It is like being
under a magical spell
with potions and elixirs
It can even be
a defect in
your personality
But it also has
it's rewards that go
beyond your wildest imagination
Wilful wounding
by shrouded diktat
caging vision
in scarlet pangs.
Numb to lamentation
silver and gold chink.
Amid the rustle
of lamé gowns
silence is nailed
secure.
The watchers sit around watching the doers do!
Who does that apply to, could it be you?
Are you a watcher or a doer, which one applies?
Be honest with yourself, without the lies.
Doers do what the watchers cannot
But without watchers the doers might not.
Is it that the doers need watchers, might that be the fact?
That the watchers and doers need to interact?
Maybe the watchers get the bad press,
Maybe the doers are there to impress,
But surely the doers are the ones that do
And the watchers don’t, that has to be true.
I’m not sure I’m a doer, maybe I am
Hopefully I’m not a watcher but if I am, damn!
A doer is surely where it’s at, don’t you think?
But if I’m a watcher, my armour has a chink!
Be a doer and not a watcher because without a doubt
Being a doer gives you far greater clout
But if your a watcher, you must contemplate
Becoming a doer before it’s too late!!
N. B. This poem was inspired by a line delivered by Jane Fonda, in the film ‘barefoot in the park’, when she referred to her husband, played by Robert Redford , as a watcher - ‘there are watchers in this world and there are doers and the watchers sit around watching the doers do!’
Through the curtain chink a ray
Shines across the darkened room
At the end of sunless day
Snow had fallen in the gloom
Later on it will melt down
But the early snow is there
Is it warm, or cold in town
Can be either way, who cares
Clocks are ticking in the night
Time goes by, I'm sitting still
Looking at the strip of light
Flowers on the window sill
Cast a shadow on the floor
I am counting ships at sea
Like I did the night before
Shall I stand and make some tea
But the tea will make me pensive
Anyway it's time to sleep
Talking now becomes expensive
Silence better, and its cheap.
Freedom within LOVE
By: Mallory Schlegelmilch
Vulnerability, a delicate thread,
In the armor of love where hearts are led.
Yearning to surrender, to let go,
Yet the mind holds tight, afraid to show.
A captive of thoughts, a hostage within,
But deep inside, freedom wants to begin.
Love without limits, that's what I seek,
For myself and the ones I choose to keep.
No walls, no barriers, just pure affection,
Embracing vulnerability, with no hesitation.
To open my heart, to let love flow,
To give and receive, and let it grow.
In vulnerability strength is found,
A courage that breaks barriers all around.
For LOVE is the essence, the ultimate prize,
And vulnerability, the key that unlocks the ties.
So, I'll embrace this chink in my armor,
For Vulnerability is a gift, a true charmer.
With an open heart, I'll surrender and believe,
In the freedom of love, where I find reprieve.
Pen and paper in hand, our mind is blank,
our heart without fear because God is near,
with muse playing hide and seek as a prank,
soon adorning presence with words of cheer!
We author not poems we seem to write,
being vibrations we sense in our heart,
interpreted by mind through inner sight,
conjuring thus, a timeless work of art.
Body-mind an urn we ensoul to learn,
so it is an instrument for our use,
merely translating how soul’s fire does burn
and how soma nectar begins to ooze.
If there be a chink in head and heat link,
contorted then will be the words we ink.
Conditioned belief and our jaundiced eye,
prejudges other souls we chance to meet
and we pause not to ask the reason why,
our deluded soul feels not their heartbeat.
Our stuporous stance causes soul to sink,
looking at outer form and not heart warm,
ignorance our chink; we’re free if we blink,
surrendering to love’s benign bliss storm.
God’s sublime light is aflame in each heart,
beheld by souls who are childlike and pure,
based upon their choice to add love to cart,
garnering clear sight, making touch demure.
Shift from head to heart is what sets us free,
unshackled at long last, from our mind tree.
I'm not one to bale while there's a chink of light
I'm not going to fail in the dark of this night
Nor pounding the wall in some abject despair
Nor looking to stall while there's hope in the air.
I hear them calling me, I don't want to hear
I'm hanging on you see to a life loved so dear
Tips of angels wings brushed by as I lay
Still my spirit sings for just one more day
I'll be up on this stage I'll keep writing my songs
I'll ache but I'll rage where my dream still belongs
Though it's driving me mental this one-sided fight
I'm not going gentle to that dark forever night.
Listen intently..' peace.)
Munitions roar' the worlds mouth!
Utter death! and denial.'
Much life is lost, too bad.!
How do we count? In evil score?
Let us wipe the slates clean.!
Dared to smile' to think?
Open a vista, the chink of plates
This cup overflow' cease.'
Awaken all peoples
To explore of each chance? piece'
Let it fall, in laps today !
Denying gloom, deny hate'
Give hope a breathing space
Listen intently.' Peace!
Some nights I need a second glass of wine
Here we are poised like vultures on a limb
internal yearnings turn thin fog as we dine.
My mouth stutters as it runs ahead of my confusion
proximity to his powerful aura is a chink in my armor
in his shadow my own worth seems an illusion.
His pale eyes can become cold as glacier
pupils shrink like blackbirds chasing a horizon
to restore a mantle of invincibility my sole prayer.
To nourish my soul with expectations is disappointing
I only feel as conspicuous as a fly on a wedding cake
wishing for solace listening to a song is frustrating.
Now I need not a glass but a bottle of wine
with the edges of the room veiled in darkness
struggling to be formidable will be easy and fine.
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Love Is The Force
Love is the force that gives us strength
when everything around us turns to dust
Love is the flicker of a magical flame
when the fires of passion ebb and low
Love is the truth that always provides
when the chink in our armor does break
Love is the potter and we are the clay
in God's loving hands we take shape
Love speaks the truth and only the truth,
and love does, what only love can do
Love sustains us and delivers us safely
into the arms of our loved ones, always.
MOMENT
But how long does a moment last
Perhaps a second, or more if sad
That instant that comes and goes
Much shorter than la vie en rose
A brief time slot that I never had
But missed, that time has passed
It is as long as it takes to realise
That in a twinkling, it has gone
But for some, that moment stays
Perhaps a face or just a phrase
Too short a time to think upon
When it’s over, opportunity dies
It’s a gap between speeding cars
Too tight to be stepping through
What was before and will soon be
Is the merest chink for a memory
With a risk that it may be untrue
But your mind is filled with stars
I'm either deflecting and rejecting
Or accepting and connecting
I'm attempting the correct thing
Or expecting a correcting
Got to to deal
With things directly
Or conceal
The things that get me
Behind a sheild
I think protects me
Like what I feel
Just Don't affect me
And my feelings are like ceilings They're always there but out of Reach
When I could reach them
From underneath them
I'm prepared to walk the streets
Every rhyme it has a reason
But the reason probably
Just convenient, for me to speak when
There's a chink in my armory
I don't examine all my madness And it's like nothing in my brain
But if it had been re-examined The assumption they would make
Is it's both magic and it's tragic
Both productive and insane
How I could grasp s***
Thats so gigantic
But miss the stuff that's plain as day
To believe in something or nothing
Is nothing I'm discussing
Because once it gets discussed it's just a discussion that gets redundant
And I'm reluctant to follow instructions
All instructors get interrupted and if there's one thing
You must remember
Is not to be a trust dispenser
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