Sounds like bile with relocation, wish to be elsewhere;
Double vision, apparition, somewhere, nowhere, there;
Concurrence, recurrence, boomerang or doppelganger;
concentration, adaptation, cliff-hanger levitation.
Mirror combinations put Alice through the looking glass
sleeping in illusions or dreams of revolution.
Visitors in time machines leave traces in the places
they invaded - rearranging the derangement of your faces.
How could anything be true, if there were two of you?
Double crossing, double speak, double nothing, no clue.
They came together, love entwined,
When stars in heaven were aligned.
But their love hit a hurdle,
When their vinaigrette failed to curdle,
Their blitz emulsification ill-fated,
leaving oil and vinegar separated.
They crossed their fingers together,
Looked up at the sky, to see whether
The stars had crossed to unsupportive.
Sure enough, the stars were abortive.
So they went their separate ways.
Pledging to try again on better days,
When double-crossing stars crossways
Had unclasped to an uncrossed phase,
And they could dump their mayonnaise.
Inspired by "Double Crossing Time" sung by Joe Bonamassa
Some think they can cheat time.
They’re crazy as can be.
For in this world it’s only time
practicing equality.
The minutes and the hours
in everybody’s day
cannot be added or subtracted.
Time you can’t betray.
Perhaps you might extend it
and even have long life,
but death still comes and takes you,
and life still brings you strife.
Some might cut their own life short,
but time goes on….. tick tock
There is no kindness in the face
of a ticking clock.
I’ll just sit and sing the blues
as time moves ever on.
One day I will be here,
but the next day I’ll be gone.
May 28, 2023
For Joe Bonamassa British Blues Explosion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
She glides out of the room on tiptoe,
As graceful as a sinuous ballet,
Sliding past sad memories that flow,
Staring, scowling eyes upon her still prey.
As graceful as a sinuous ballet,
Stealthily steadfast, slipping slowly,
Staring, scowling eyes upon her still prey,
She’s ready to strike bloodthirstily.
Stealthily steadfast, slipping slowly,
Marked double-crossing husband might have guessed,
She’s ready to strike bloodthirstily,
As he unwittingly lies down to rest.
Marked double-crossing husband might have guessed,
Slithering snakelike, it’s his scornful wife,
As he unwittingly lies down to rest,
She swoops in silently with sharpened knife.
Like a surgeon’s slash it’s very precise,
Sliding past sad memories that flow,
With bloodied knife in hand, it’s once, twice, thrice,
She glides out of the room on tiptoe.
The bleached bones of man
Lie upon the lifeless sand
Times immortal sound of silence
In the deep hollow of the multitude of silent screams
Walled between the fable and songs of truth
We find ourselves in dreams that manifest
Sheltering the darkness that hides us
Moving us along in our naked light
Illuminating the path to the meaningless
Isolated in our apathy holding our breath
Unfaithful to the emergence of life
Yet double-crossing the delay of death
Hear my words that I might teach you
Plant the vision of those who dared to be
Speak so that I might reach you
Longing to awaken holding your eyes upward
Striking out above the clouds of neon lights
To touch the sky and feel the rain looking for the words
That rise and soar above the echoed roar
Within the narrow streets of indifference
The bleached bones of man
Lie upon the lifeless sand
Times immortal sound of silence
July 30, 2019
This ain't your depiction of forever
Actions confined by my feelings
Far from foreboding, distemper, fear, and double crossing you know all to well
Unsettled questions wielding a sword of ignorance
Lost dreams lifting your shield protecting
Me from me
You from me
Sorry
A meaningless word attempting to heal deep gashes
You see it regardless of you dismay
Hence your patterened placement of me in your garden laid low
Fighting myself choking on staged complacency.
Ripping up your flowers you place me back only because I equally destroyed your weeds
Sorry
A weak word in attempt to replant.
My pain creating naivness ignorantly asking you to be a superhuman driven by self hatred and a future unseen
Hoggish
My pain asking you to cherish my highs as repite for the dirtiest darkest lows
Sorry
and a weak thank you means nothing.
Only a sad acknowledgment to imprisioning you as my mortal soldier.
Esther sings
Through an overbite smile
Each quivering note
Cut
Into precious stones
That ripple the audible calm
Staccato stones
Skipping in the wake
Of
The coarsing passage
Those double crossing blues
Did lay
Pauper to grave
But her quivering stones
Ripple through ardent ears
Double crossing
The passage
Of time.
poets are the world's best
the best writers of good dreams
dream good for the world
highest lies' tellers
politicians of the world
play double crossing
I never shoulda listened to you,
I never shoulda shook your hand too
I never shoulda believed your words,
they were just too good to be true
Promising me everything I'd ever want,
if I just take out the trash every now and then
Betray a loyal friend ... frame an innocent
Get good at lying,
get better at double-crossing
Get schooled at stealing,
then graduate to killing
I never shoulda listened to you,
I never shoulda shook your hand too
I never shoulda believed your words,
they were just too good to be true
Now the devil's gonna get his due,
and my soul is eternally damned too
This husband is double-crossing his wife and she is suspicious
That her ‘for better, for worse’ trusted husband is promiscuous
He is called before the gods of verdict and fate: some court session
To make him affirm before these gods: indeed a serious procession
She made him say that she was the only woman he was seeing
And only and only her, the suspicious wife, was that human being
The suspicious wife asked: “Am I the only woman you are seeing?”
The cheating man said: “Yes. You are the only woman I am seeing.”
“And swear by your soul that I am the only woman you are seeing”
“And I swear by my soul that you are the only woman I am seeing”
“And say I hope to die if you’re not the only woman I am seeing”
“And I hope to die if you are not the only woman I am seeing”
The woman lets out a sigh of relief and content for her bold attempt
The man chuckles ‘how many women am I seeing here?’ with contempt
And the gods of verdict and fate look at each other, powerlessly
For the promiscuous husband has answered so fine and faultlessly.
You would understand,
if you could see through my eyes,
why I have the fact
of hate and despise.
Through the days of time,
praying to God instead of shrines.
Deep, dark secrets going through my mind
so dreadful, I wish I could leave them behind.
From time to time
wishing I was never here;
Watching my back
from all these double-crossing peers.
Always smiling
in someone's face,
while underneath
I look with disgrace.
All this pressure placed upon me
like the great walls of the sea;
Please, Lord, lift my soul
so I can be with thee.
And if I could save myself from this hurtful state,
I would fly away to a much safer place.
A place like the heavenly gates,
where all God's love would erase my hate.
And please, Lord, don't let it be too late--
because all I want is to be
without hate in my heart--
for goodness sake.
The stories they wrote are long gone.
Some hearts will never call to mind the rules,
while others know nothing of their existence.
Twelve, the chosen,
but few told the story of redemption;
they forfeited common lives for the sacrifice.
In the place of the devil’s seat …
some device deceptions
and think to change the principles,
as Daniel predicted.
He sits as God, the holy father,
with endowed permission
to pardon transgression
and chastise the guilty;
the son of perdition he is, her chosen.
A woman riding high on the back of a beast;
a wife, double-crossing her husband.
Solemn voices seek her guidance.
She is a mother, a mother of gods.
She makes war with the blameless,
and wore-out the people.
Her path is an illusion of peace.
A child was born of her;
he claimed himself a prophet,
making Gabriel a liar and an accomplice.
In his spirit, they destroy the people
and the rules of the book.
He took their God, and makes him demented.
He offered rewards in God’s new name saying,
“Hunt for the infidels the world over;
make war with them,
be relentless”
I Love This!!
From Ghost with Patrick Swazey, Whoopi Goldberg, and Demi Moore
Patrick is a ghost and is after his best friend that had him killed..
Call it just deserts or poetic justice; Patrick figures out how to get revenge on his best friend
turned betrayer, thief and murderer. His best friend's cronies come looking for their money
and he does not have it due to Patrick double crossing him out of the money, earlier. His
murderer is killed and lying dead in the street when hades opens up before Patrick's eyes and
releases demons to take him kicking and screaming to hades.
After hades captures his prey, a bright light from heaven opens the portal to carry Patrick to
his eternal rest on high.
For the best movie scene contest.
What underhanded monkey business
razzle-dazzle bull is this?
Whose double-crossing, flimflam scam,
debauchery or hocus sham
is wheeling dealing in romance,
putting lovers in a trance?
Antics, capers or witch's brew,
enchanting hymns or shaman's stew,
whose quackery or voodoo drink
made Casanova stop and think
and turned the ancient lovers cold;
poor Romeo and nymphs of old?
Perhaps black magic's potent gel,
or craftiness or wicked spell,
a clever con or master hoax,
or just some trickster playing jokes.
Whatever ruse that works the arts,
mumbo jumbo seduces hearts!
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