When many are the voices
that few are the choices
The resultant explosion
is heard cross the ocean
Dark velvet curtains hang heavy with hidden
wealth and fear
pearls in jewellery box were stolen at a closed
off sunset near
Muses Silent ! where is my pen as they
wonder what went wrong
will it be ennui or flight as Inspiration crosses
heath field in broken song
childhood, teen, adulthood rolled up in apricot mebos as Time collapses in a heap
Muses curl in darkness sad though summer
seeps
•
gyrating Muses line up before my vision
in an ecstasy of eternal Time precision
their Inspirations transmute ennui and flight
Sweet Muses, I take up pen, with eager might
will it be an anvil, a pearl, a sunset or chiffon
curtains blowing in soft breezy ease, yon ?
•
Death ! I’m not afraid of you, you are a balm
come softly with long dark muscular arms
carry me into deep crimson flute melodies
where I will float with pink wreaths, a remedy
Here tenderly I embrace your breezy ripples
through Tunnel of Light, past heavenly officials
trumpets announcing my awaited joyous arrival
name embellished across peaceful sky, as recital
Delicate sugarbird wings will sway at ankles
lifting me into lilting velvet deep spangles
purple-gold lotus on engraved jewelled crown
butterflies bringing etheric ambrosia profound
Wild winds hum hymns with Star unconcerned
You will embroider my spirals with fragile ferns
faraway rains always fill sparkling trout streams
Death, I’m not afraid of You, hug me, my Dream !
Our President's reasoning is cruel and warped and bent
He has not an inkling of what Ibsen's play meant
A doctor explained how a town's epidemic was spread
But an ignorant mob asked for the good man's head
Ibsen's "Enemy OF The People" was the one true voice
Bow down to the king? It's the people's choice
Trump's "enemy within" False and uncouth!
We the people, dear leader, are telling the truth
Incantations of an Entangled Pair
Third Draft
(c) 2025 by The Entangled Pair
It's after midnight where you are,
the show is done, the venue closed.
Four thousand miles away I read
these words that you have just composed.
"Just finished with the show now love,
I'll write to you when I get home."
And as I sit here by myself,
I'm feeling lonely, not alone.
"How can I ever truly be
alone?" I ask, as I sit here,
"When I am you as you are me,
two halves of one entangled pair."
So I respond, my heart aglow,
"Hello my love. I love you so,
as I await my queen's return!"
These feelings cause my soul to burn,
And open wide so to reveal
the you in me I can't conceal.
Sometimes it all seems so surreal:
A sentence passed with no appeal.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti famed for his femme fatales
some of whom were more than just his 'pals'
Frederick Leighton also adept@ art politic&diplomacy
nothwithstanding his 'ladies' portrayed so temptingly
Nathaniel Bacon posed vegetables artistically
alongside a 'model' so erotically
Paul Klee made a painting of poetry
unique & in rectangular geo-me-try
Charles Demuth with a reverse ekphrasis
made WCW figure 5 his innovative art thesis
Yours truly 'kindled' the emagi
a reverse ekphrasis digitally
chuck close used a painterly style
photo faces with abstract guile
George Stubbs uniquely fine
in painting all things equinine
Georgia O' Keefe so novel so new
flowered in an intimate close-up view
Wonder what type of poems will be best
In my new couplet poems only contest
Will you wow me with colorful vocabulary
Will your poem be monotone, dreary, merry
I agonized over who wins a trophy the three
But every single entree is from a winner to me
So get your wonderful writing chops in gear
My contest is on until the 2nd of the new year
Though it likely won’t take me forever to judge
As you poets are know it’s in contests you love
Couplets On Life
Miracle Man
10/11/2024
Life is like an episode of ups and downs,
it induces smiles but sometimes frowns.
Unknown to us, what each day will bring,
so we seek God’s help to absorb it’s sting.
But whatever comes we must seek resolve,
any mistakes we’ve made God can absolve.
But we must ask of Him, in faith, believing,
before His forgiveness we will be receiving.
Matthew 7:7
“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:”
On Wings of Hope
Attempting as a neon butterly, to touch the gentleness of your soul.
To light your bright candle of love, swirling in wisdom, is my vision and goal!
Poem 1
7/31/2024
Introducing Mark Toney
The real McCoy, not phony
Works hard on accounting and income taxes
Writes poetry and prose as he relaxes
Mark fancied himself a tax expert
Cool pocket protector on his shirt
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Nevermore will he overexert
Hundreds flocking to Mark’s door
What does tax time have in store?
Mixed reactions to Mark’s beckoning
As they face their day of reckoning
I am not the perfect poet,
you and I both know it,
though surely we could share,
our time with rhyme and reason,
springtime, snowdrop, couplets,
summer days of sunshine sonnets,
autumnal skies of falling paper leaves,
winters filled with warming verse?
Perhaps I've been too scared,
to tempt, or fraternise with fate,
now having taken too long,
and having left it all so late,
to pen this page,
with words of alliterative verse,
against this world of woe,
where life's adversities seem to get worse,
I'm plucking up the courage now,
to ask if you and me,
could possibly agree,
provided it's not problematic,
provided this is not treason,
that I could somehow be,
your poet for all seasons?
Imagine if a couplet traveled the world,
gaining an accent before moving on;
Repositioned from front to back twirled;
An old rhyme harnessed and hurled,
finding a backboard to bounce upon;
Imagine if a couplet traveled the world;
Tangled consonants mixed up and swirled,
still holding it down prose's guardian;
Repositioned from front to back twirled;
Keeping every dialect preserved,
poetry similar to an antique globe drawn;
Imagine if a couplet traveled the world;
A delicate font lands retro curled,
crown jewel of a poetic paragon;
Repositioned from front to back twirled;
The trajectory of a vowel furled,
so cultured this loquacious phenomenon;
Imagine if a couplet traveled the world,
repositioned from front to back twirled.
March is a soft conversation
as I look out the window.
March is the front lawn
after shaking off remnants of snow.
March is a sunny day
and in the next a touch of rain.
March is a branch swaying in the wind
as it waits for the first bud.
March is a kite on a string
as it learns to dance.
March is a moment of stillness
and in the next a gust of wind.
March is the embrace of two lovers
when every day is new.
March is the moment of silence they share
and anticipation of more.
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