Listen to the wind as it sings to you
Chiming out its natural, melodious tune.
Listen to the feelings that the wind conveys
Alternating tone and pitch with its displays.
Listen to the wind thundering its rage.
In the aftermath, the wind sighs in the haze.
Listen to the wind whispering a breeze.
You can almost see it dance as it swirls with ease.
Listen to the wind duet with the sea's roar.
Hear the wind rejoice as it helps birds soar.
A force to be reckoned with with all its might.
It engages our senses and excites our sight.
Super versatility has the wind
More convincingly its power's underpinned.
The wind may cause destruction. It may bring relief.
Listen as it makes trees bow and shakes each leaf.
Like everything else, the wind has purpose and place.
The wind can break the silence in an awkward space.
Appreciate its value. Listen to the wind.
time
and aging
affects us all
that's the story
convincingly told
yet there can appear
a healing emptiness
in these empty words
time
and seeming aging
affects us all
that's the story
told and told
convincingly yet
appearing with
a healing emptiness
appearing as these
words
under the serpent mound prudent
demons (NOT monsters) preserve the
nuts and
endosperm meant for
later day
postmen to deliver
when the time is
all too convincingly ripe
Amidst the noisy world,
A unique character is bound,
Every creature has a sound,
A little moment shared, will find.
A day cold and drizzly,
Folks remain warm and sturdy,
Thin icy drops cheer their voice,
A dense squall amplifies the noise.
A rough buzz in the debate ground,
Eyes glued to the stand,
A diverging array of political discourse,
Convincingly, to retire the crowds’ doubts.
Cheers to whoever gifts the gab,
Some fellows are a conviction hub,
From thin air, they weave a narrative,
A magnetic tale, captivates even the brave.
A hard, engaging problem,
A simple mind game,
A peasant knows where to expect the most yield,
Conditions, inputs and efforts revealed.
The clock ticks, the dusk is near,
Eyes aghast, stomach butterflies in fear,
Cheers and jubilations crown the best,
Who knows what’s in mystery chest for the rest.
Leadership isn’t confined to a position,
Inability to win over crowd isn’t the end,
The courage to try is a sip of champagne,
Sit with the kings, wisdom ascends.
Tension Spread Thick
Layering Quick
Mental Health Sinking And Physically Sick
Sympathy Party
Wounds Pathetically Licked
The Sores Of My Past, I So Dangerously Pick
Black Cloud I Cloak, It Unbearably Sits
My Outskirt Persona Convincingly Tricks
A soul Held Captive, Body Imprisonment pit
Happiness Rarely Appears Through The Grit
Broken And Bruised, Shattered To Bits
Accepting, I'm Far Too Gone To Be Fixed
Yet, I Face Each Day Pretending And Refusing To Quit
someday ill be fixed
There once was a man named Galileo.
To him, scientific knowledge we owe.
He was the brainy inventor
who said, "the earth ain't the center."
I guess that was his basic ideo.
There was a lady named Cleopatra.
She was sad, so I said, "what's the matta?"
"Caesar was stabbed by a brute."
Then, Mark Antony said "You're cute!"
And Cleopatra said, "right back at 'ya."
You may remember Jiminy Cricket.
His puppet said, "I sure like to lick it".
He warned Pinocchio,
"Wherever you may go,
be very careful where you may stick it".
Jiminy Cricket's first lesson for you
is he coulda lived to a hundred two,
but the sign said "don't walk",
so he stood there to gawk.
Now, that's him on the bottom of your shoe.
Christopher Columbus thought the world, round.
The King of Spain, thought his mind, not sound.
The Queen said that what he states
convincingly penetrates.
Chris now has ships to sail the world, around.
Reify..
This word
Showed up this morning..
"Make (something abstract)
more concrete or real."
Objectivity clarifying
With more objectivity
More convincingly separate
Scientific practice alive..
Along with:
Nothing appearing to
Further objectify..
Narratives triggered by
Reify...
Whispers of the Heart
To fall for someone, a forbidden dance—
A waltz with shadows, a silent trance.
Accept the unacceptable, bury those feelings,
In the quiet chambers where desire conceals.
Filter photos, snapshots of dreams,
Reflections of what you imagine, it seems.
A mirror held up to the (perfect) you,
A sexier version, a fantasy come true.
As poets, we see things differently,
Through kaleidoscope eyes, we set them free.
The mundane, the ordinary, they transform,
Just like scented perfume, our senses swarm.
Reacting to life’s chemistry, we compose—
Ink bleeding emotions, secrets it knows.
So tired, so tired, my heart’s weary plea,
Echoing Elizabeth Browning’s symphony.
She, too, composed her inner feeling,
A sonnet of longing, a soul’s revealing.
Can you trust yourself to fall for fools?
Convincingly, they dance on love’s slippery rules.
A slippery love of devotion, dangerously sweet—
A precipice where hearts and reason meet.
And so we write, ink staining our hands,
Capturing the ache, the beauty, the sands.
Through the smoke filled air
sunlight snared me a glimpse
of the expansive landscape painting.
It spoke to me convincingly about its inherent worth
matching the picture window view
stroke for stroke
shadow for shadow
sparkle glimmer
and the dark murky horizon.
You could walk into either
as if into ether
and wander
seeking the truth upon which each scene is built.
Today my girlfriend asked me,
How do I look in this dress?
Does it fit me like a glove?
I reluctantly said yes!
Does it make me look younger?
It's just perfect I replied.
So not to hurt her feelings,
I convincingly white lied.
Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of
experience and immortal growth –
True! -- of the Eternal Now in my
biological years not one has convincingly
surfaced, risen above the depths of doubt
to undeniably attest, my only proof
the intimate echo of a heart-heard
voice, reciting from the velum of a
supposed soul, surfacing despite the negative
chatter of fatalists: lordly provocateurs
of fiery electrons, rejecting sparks
of individual ethereal sense: despite no two of
us ever proven exactly alike, each of us
the unlikely oddity of billions....
a mathematical contradiction that
can only be attributed to the reality
of a God....
cheerful carefree clown
children's cheer captivating -
convincingly charm
~
27.02.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Alliterku - Poetry Contest
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2nd place in the contest
Framed blemish.
Heavy as a tumor.
Solid as surrender.
Dig into epidermis.
Uproot the moment.
Unclean kernel.
Hard, cold reflection.
Show me pretty.
Clogged pores.
Yellow teeth.
Rheumy eyes.
Ugly is as ugly does.
Smile at the mirror.
Try to forget.
This is you.
Forever unlovely.
Look at what you did.
Children are so cruel.
Rose scented perfume.
Disguise the stench.
Excrete from every orifice.
Sweat soaked lace.
Urine stained ribbons.
Paint and purify the meat.
Shave the head.
Smear on foundation.
Sever the lips.
Dust with powder.
Extract the teeth.
Cauterize with lipstick.
Amputate the feet.
Brush on eye shadow.
Saw through hip joints.
Smudge on blush.
Open up the abdomen.
Suture with mascara.
Remade.
Smiling through distortion.
Deny the trauma.
Repair the shell.
Convincingly Beautiful.
Improbably clean.
Telling Stories explained
To impart words of wisdom
one would assume you need to be wise,
there's nothing farther from the truth
If skilled at telling lies.
A story not necessarily true
but believed true by the teller,
convincingly told and carefully sold
can be the next best seller.
So take this with a grain of salt
just make things up along the way
and the more you tell the story
the more the truth will decay.
The truth is so objective
everyone makes their own
and what's the real story,
is oftentimes unknown.
Every story can be fiction
if not believed by even one,
for if that one single person,
believes it's overdone
then your factual account or recollection
to them is not worth the ink in print
and your insistence and conviction
will barely make a dint.
Again, just tell the story
repeat it until you believe it to be true
with careful lies and alibis
your readers will accrue.
Then fiction turns to solid facts
as you entertain with pen in hand
and you're spicing up the story
that started off so bland.
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