We flirted simply with our eyes,
never really needing to touch.
Kissed each other like butterflies,
when wind whistles gentle and such.
It really doesn’t take that much,
now we’re trading milkshakes for sex.
Lips always come through in a clutch,
lust at its core is not complex.
I am simple yet complex in my simplicity;
I have many masks and facets,
and will wear a multitude of hats.
I show the me I need you to see,
you'll never know the whole of me.
I am the person I want you to see
and am only satisfied if you're baffled
by the multiplicity of me.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on July 24, 2025 for contest MULTIPLICITY OF THE SELF sponsored by ALICE REYNOLDS
a few heavy raindrops
bathed happily dancing
in my garden's bird bath
It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.
The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.
The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.
The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.
It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.
If I Lived with them,
I never really grasp
the complexity...
CHAMCHA bowls low, his tongue sharp and slick,
OUTWASH of virtue, a torrent too quick.
MEDEVAC soars through chaos and strife,
PHELLEM guards trees, as bark shields its life.
LEUCOMA, the veil dims visions once bright,
EPITAPH whispers of days lost to night.
XANTHIC hues glow, a promise of light.
Find me in the midst of my madness
Pull me out of the fog and wipe the mist from my eyes
He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.
I am Human
I am complex in my nature,
And unmethodical.
I can appear aimless, but eventually suprise you when I reach mountain tops.
And the sweetness you see can be decieving
Rest assured bitterness may be hiding
In secret places within me.
I may be friendly today, then arrogant in a decade
And that will still be me.
I constantly grow,
I constantly evolve,
Like a chameleon I instantly change with my environment.
Just a warning, Never say you know me.
I may allow you to know,
what I want you to know.
And unfold only what gives me peace,
I may deny you the satisfaction to see what eats down my spine.
I roll like seasons,
perhaps with treasons.
However, never lie to yourself
and Say "you know the other"
For, reality is "the only person you can dare to entirely circumscribe
or rather cognize is yourself"
Not me, Not another
For I am human,
and as humans we are all unpredictable.
we are extraordinary living beings
And involuted
The soul is craftsmanship, a complex filigree,
One moment it dances in laughter, and the next, no reaction spree.
It's the secretive goldsmith of emotions we weave day by day,
With wings of thoughts, while the tiniest feelings can make the balance sway.
Upon us, the eave of the sky sometimes heavily lies,
And yet, we resist, with a shield of will, under the stars and fogs that rise.
I fear, I do not possess this strength, I’m framed elsewhere,
My fluctuations are an ocean, with extreme waves, harsh and without spare.
My temperament battles with sensitivity in a vast sea,
A fight not at all easy, for the soul, it's nearly a calamity.
It's deeply etched in my essence, as fate has inscribed,
And perhaps it empowers me, to shape into words all that I've imbibed.
Protect me, humor, from too much honesty,
You are my shield daily, my safety strategy.
But empty would my universe be, if poetry had none to hear,
Without friends to share verse, life would be just a silent theater, drear.
The Oxymoron ...
Literary confusion -
Or contradiction.
Life is a complex without a god.
Feel too much, risk being wrong.
Sit in silence, agree, just nod.
We wish it didn't take that long.
Feel like a slave, get smacked with a prod.
Sit down, believe that you're strong.
We all need a break from lifes daily fraud.
Please stay seated and sing your hearts song.
I'll be here, I'll listen, I'll applaud.
Wake up to the sound of a life changing gong.
Reality rarely really rallies a real rapture or a ripple.
Condescending criminals cornering creative cons causes us to cripple.
We're never as strong as we think.
We need a reminder from a soul not on the brink
I'm not so sure what is at stake.
Sleep is overrated.
Am I even awake?
Easier said than done.
Hang in there fren.
sir james saville HRH andrew battenburg/windsor sir
Larry parnes sir cliff richard lord boothby ronnie kray reggie kray jeffery epstein gisellaine maxwell anthony
kidman kevin spacy peter sutcliffe sir bob hawke
louie mountbatten richard nixon billy graham henry kissinger queen elizabeth 2
All different people at top levels who didn't really know
each other.? Or mix in the same circles, or were on the
Same upward pay grade so intruiging and thought provoking.?
Obviously the battenburg/windsors and louie mountbatten
Also the krays knew lord boothby and maybe others?
Would they have similar leisure intrests i know a lot of
Well heeled people do wimbledon.' So would that be meeting
Also functions, like state funerals, world cups would such
People go.?
Simply Complex
PEACE of mind I seek to find to connect all these broken lines
Another piece of me completely free locked up inside
There's no regrets, good as it gets to say that you were mine
A word, a line, turned on a dime one less than a dozen times
LOVE, I pray is real I want to feel it all again
Just can't ignore there's something more to being friends
Connected souls filling holes just doesn't seem so wrong to me
A bad decision with a vision, or at least all I'm allowed to see
RESPECT is earned I should have learned this all by now
It's not a crime to bide some time or sit and wonder how
You found me lost, and more than sauced with troubles six feet deep
You had to go, I hope you know you're something I will always keep
One day this will go away and we can just be us again
Simply complex, this life or next we'll laugh at our remember when
People are a paradox,
They really are a puzzle.
While one can be so nice and kind,
His mate might need a muzzle.
You can never expect from one man,
The same thing you get from another.
No two people are alike,
Though raised by the same mother.
Your habits and your manner,
Formed by environment o'er time,
Can be different in your brother,
Though raised in the same clime.
The way I understand a thing,
And the way it affects you,
Can be entirely different,
And we retell it different too.
I say I like fish and chips,
You say you like fries.
No matter how you say it,
It's fish and potatoes, fried.
I say the sky is clear and blue,
You see azure skies.
We're looking at the self same thing,
But see through different eyes.
We all are different,
Yes it's true,
But the difference is simply,
Twixt me and you.
Learn to accept it.
Learn to agree,
There's beauty in the difference,
Twixt you and me.
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