boxed into self-inflicted confinement
reverberations intensify shackles
towards the pinnacle of circular charge
blow out the fuse they emphasized
we need a circuit breaker for the echo
when the surge reaches its pinnacle
thoughts and beliefs amplify the crest
of what turned out to seem a battle of words
a coat of arms painted in repetitive darkness
polarization and confirmation bias within
a closed system insulated from rebuttal
dead end roundabout impasse and stalemate
as the echo filters reality illusions concur
with distortions half-truths of corroboration
testimonial endorsement of fantasy worlds
when the sieve becomes strained and deluded
the drain overflows with misinformation
perspectives must change to reframe the mind
ample proportions need not succumb
to fortified chambers of stagnant circles
hashtag rehashing in order to heal reflect
01st December 2024
"Appear as you are, or, Be as you appear," ... by Rumi
D - decency, honesty, gracious
I - initiate, pledge, introduce
V - valedation, corroboration, passing, consent
O - okay, good, appoval, middle of the line
R - regard, concern, consideration
C - concurrence, acceptance, unanimous
E - ease, gratification, content, bed of roses
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
How much has to be experienced, for any of us to actually see?
Must we be blinded by illusion, or a veil of secrecy?
Can we only listen carefully, and survive this remedy?
Or do we need more senses to concur with, that can agree?
Maybe this kind of corroboration, is just wasted redundancy?
Or has the environment become so clouded, to verify any reality?
Should we just rely on obtuse faith, without the material
observationally?
Seems to me that the truth can survive, the multiple anomalies.
Awake in the hospital room missing a nike shoe with no clue/
What did you do to be in this dream so black and blue/
Not knowing what was done with all actions to run through/
Such a boom to life’s dome/
It’s a tune of gloom I don’t need to feed with a spoon/
I ate my doom and freight what’s to loom/
Always was more than a goon now I’m holding a broom/
All negativity to bloom trap it in that lagoon/
With a full notion and intention of compact direction/
Concerning personal complexion I can accept rejections/
There could be a compilation of infections/
No devotion of reciprocation shows I have no intersection/
No matter the corroboration in my position/
All the sudden I’m switch hitting and winning/
Feeling omissions with decisions of contact precision/
With the situation I’m in I have no choice but to be dwindling what’s held within/
This won't leave me in famine or in some big old hole digging.
Meaningful
From the moor cries were genuine
Not betrayal it was
A cosmetic topped democratic
Poor quarrels were hopeful
Lying down in icy cool
Majority of halves, got torture being fool
Things are right, things are right
Gentleman's notes from air
In warm and costlier coats
Guys! view seriously them
Plied in open cool
Binding hands like accepting
Besmeared tyranny from both sides
Yes, this is the way I experienced
My favourite freedom
Earned shedding blood of youths
I supported them blindlessly
Doing nothing
Just being a visitor heartless
Both were succouring me seeking
Corroboration meaningful
In meaningful tips
Pelted stones and blank fires
Instigated me run run
How could I and others do
Being a demonstrator lameness.
Yet, in North Big Himalaya assures
Across the world numerous friends
Helpless those and me
Breathing cold air in morning sun
Will be solved, tears down
In the evening welcoming gloom
Still in the pages of heroes
Wait, stay and learn
Be calm always, east burns sun.
In the witness box
pathologist Cox
a seasoned witness quick on the draw
the lawyer, no rookie
a rather tough cookie
with a weak defense was clutching at straw
As a last resort:
"Your post-mortem report
shows the deceased resisted attack."
"Surprisingly, M'Lord
he looked rather bored
and certainly gave me no flak.
"His eyes were closed
he pretended to doze
or already in Dead People's Land."
As laughter erupted
the judge interrupted
amused, he held up his hand:
"Devoid of breath
he still feigned death
you must have freaked him with scalpel in hand
for due corroboration
and a full explanation
should not we call the corpse to the stand?"
oop oop shake it up baby
oop oop and i don't mean mabye
now that i can dance.....
VANITY’S INSANITY
I have corroboration concerning my mental state
Let’s just say it ain’t great
I have confirmation concerning my cognitive skill
Let’s just say it’s lucky for me stupidity doesn’t kill
I mean one must begin with the premise that life’s all about choices and consequences
While I tread water trying to hang onto my senses
One must, in order to agree with me
Not possess a doctorate or a degree
Just common sense which I seem to severely lack
And it only gets worse when I sadly look back
Back when every request by anyone I'd deny
And the result is that I think something squared with an “r” is a pie
No, I don’t know nor do I care to know what kind of fruit
And not only that but the point about me being ignorant is moot
My left hand only knows what my left hand is doing
While a pain in my right hands tells me troubles a brewing
No doctor has ever referred to me as being narcissistic or vane
I however, at this point in time, have been diagnosed as being completely insane
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
VANITY’S INSANITY
I have corroboration concerning my mental state
Let’s just say it ain’t great
I have confirmation concerning my cognitive skill
Let’s just say it’s lucky for me stupidity doesn’t kill
I mean one must begin with the premise that life’s all about choices and consequences
While I tread water trying to hang onto my senses
One must, in order to agree with me
Not possess a doctorate or a degree
Just common sense which I seem to severely lack
And it only gets worse when I sadly look back
Back when every request by anyone I would deny
And the result is that I think something squared with an “r” is a pie
No, I don’t know nor do I care to know what kind of fruit
And not only that but the point about me being ignorant is moot
My left hand only knows what my left hand is doing
While a pain in my right hands tells me troubles a brewing
No doctor has ever referred to me as being narcissistic or vane
I however, at this point in time, have been diagnosed as being completely insane
© 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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