Silken hand and tone,
weaves wistful tale as route map,
“angel” guide’s end plot!!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ train of tears
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in shade
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ phrases air-brush ¦¦¦ canvas.
Puzzling minds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ like my own
¦¦¦¦¦¦ to stillness.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the acrobats ¦¦¦ gone
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ you and I,
Face to face but travelling
In opposite directions-
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ you alone I watched depart,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Directions/misdirections by Barry Tebb)
all directions from the same place
don’t lead to the same place
that’s why you’re a butterfly
and I, a moth, but one family
the abandoned lawn
but I care about you
you need to know your battles
and how to choose your directions
Going up and down head spinning around and around
Scream from within but on the outside I make no sound
Going in and out and going around the bend
Having a heated conversation with my
Imaginary friend.
different directions going left then going right
I'm starting to lose my mind but I'm not
Giving up the fight
After fighting in all directions and I feel like I am winning
I end up running I The same darkness and end up at the beginning
Where you headed
When your on the run
Staring down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Blue lights in the rear view
Life’s looking dim
Push the pedal harder
Escape the unlawful grim
No money for food
Thieving at night
Jacking and selling
Will all my might
Dealers and creatures
Of the night
Sidelying shadows
Oh what a sight
Sun creeps up
Moon goes down
Running like crazy
A faceless clown
Nowhere is somewhere
Running around again
Escaping my dark fate
Can’t see the end
Sun goes down
Moon rises up
Blue lights in my rear view
Ain’t life tough
Where are you going
When your on the run
Looking down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Thoughts aren’t normal
Drug fueled craze
Can’t see straight
Through all the haze
Finally caught and
Locked in a cell
Life’s looking bleak
Scared as hell
Directions
I can be longitudinally challenged
at times so please forgive my sense of
direction and all I ask is you give me
some latitude.
No nearer nighttime.
In my own arms I have nurtured
the sweetest flagellation.
Moth to inferno once more.
Silver septum skin.
She snaps from divine touch
to sputtering projection.
Roll credits where credit is due.
Everything ends eventually.
Her sanctified smile shines
through tears, floods, inebriation.
Just in time for happy unhappy hours.
Where was wonder?
I will delicately segment and untie
her endless memory speck by speck.
Until she is remade, removed, relived.
Where is the twisted human club?
I did not know, so here’s the rub….
I saw them crammed in a cranny down the street.
Their petootsies were showing, it was not sweet.
Now when people ask I send them there.
But they left years ago, without a care.
I still like giving them a wild goose chase.
Serves them right for asking me at every place.
Up or down... High or low.
Sometimes we wonder which way to go.
Whether searching the cosmos, or the ocean floor,
The question remains, as to which door.
North or South... maybe East or West.
The horizon will give the compass a test.
While morality may guide the geography,
The destination may become a catastrophe.
Yet explore we must, along a chosen path,
If we're true to our nature, avoiding the wrath.
Though nomadic to some, without even a clue,
Others know the rationale, accepting that it's true.
What great energy
existed
way back then
and what
or who
thrust it out
in all
directions
with
unimaginable speed
How
was that energy
transformed
becoming matter
gaining mass
Was it
by design
determination
destiny
or
random behavior
of the elements?
Carbon
oxygen
hydrogen
acting
interacting
in all things.
Forming bodies
heavenly
earthly
Creating
evolving.
Giving us
life
giving us
home.
Dropping us
down
in the
Great
Rift Valley
to start
our journey
to somewhere
or nowhere.
???????
"I’m looking for my sparring partner.
So please direct me, if you will."
“You seek a knight, a wicked wizard?”
“A mill."
An eager man sought information
on fiddlers and frogs. Consternation
had muddled his head.
“Can’t help you,” I said.
He eyed me with disapprobation!
“You DON’T know?” he said, unbelieving.
Insulted, I planned on deceiving.
I spun a wild plot
but told him “It’s not
made up." Such a tale I was weaving:
“A frog and a fiddler switched places.
Their antics brought smiles to the faces
of all those nearby—”
Then came his outcry:
“This tale is the worst of disgraces!”
Just why did he voice his objections?
He lacked the correct recollections
for finding this bar
that wasn’t too far.
Turns out he just wanted directions!*
*He was looking for Frog and Fiddler, a pub/bar in
Northampton, England (now closed permanently).
January 19, 2023
written for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
You, sure, can walk up to that car
In front of the house with a star
And, sure, can keep moving straight
You'll get to a proud sign post
On which is inscribed "West Coast":
I dare say Men of Tupac,
Though his sweet Rashness they lack...
It's a strange shop on the joint's right
But with a glass door and walls white.
In one shop sits A Gamji
Content to seem Alhaji
Just for the pleasure of it,
People telling " it is writ!"
The man is my "sick" uncle,
I like him down to ankle...
Whatever one asks in beer
He gives with the fullest leer;
I know Hot Beer is your fear:
He's got the cold ones, my dear
Not in all Directions
Directions pointing ahead leads us to where we were meant to
be, in the glory of our being, exhausted in the human form
filled with emotions untouched, only created by ourselves.
Not in all directions do we inhale life perfections
time holds the key to each point that begins and ends
we are in control, we are the creator of everything we do through life.
There will never be a day that passes we will regret, not deep within our souls of us, only in consciousness flowing within our eternal self.
Not in all directions can we agree life was made to be happy
there was never a time we didn't hold the key to our own destiny.
As we continue down the road of unconditional love we will have made the path in all directions we desired at one time or another being who we always will be right from the beginning.
Now we are awaking from the deep sleep that we never thought existed in life till it became our reality without dreams in sight only footprints we will and have made.
Life in all its glory shall always be glories if we know it or not we are love in one.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
Do you remember Boris; back in 2020
A virus was about to break, yet people
None the wiser ' at first he said no real
Big stuff, along with Holland we should face it tough.'
he'd been briefed then by whitty..Dear oh
Dear, three weeks on the tone was changed
To science he'd listen.' Pray come again.?
He caught bad covid He got laid low, said
Once better I'm now immune, and his mask did throw..' Oh
Naughty boy the 'experts pounced' his new
Found freedom in public he renounced, the
Pharmacy groups, exhaled a sigh' cash was
Flowing newscasters cried.' Children scared
Playgrounds closed, £8000 per covid death nhs
Were paid, so back to today He's waving bye
But what was truth? and were there lies? well
Rules and parties We've heard of much, but I'm
Not convinced (that it was such) such a scandal
If You'll look through the list of events think of
Cummings and Flemming too train rides at large
And lovers under cover they knew the game
Then dear sisters and brothers.'
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