emoceb dednilb yb siht eslaf, daed dlrow
eno rehtona dna os taht ym seye lliw ton
os taht ym seramthgin lliw rebmemer
htiw sti sekats dna skrofhctip
I lliw ekat siht eno thguoht
dias ot em I nod't deen taht.
no eht spets fo eht smelborp eht epoP
paehc nrop I'ev tog ym nwo legna
yllautnevE ew tsum etib a bmuht
tI saw elbaroda, dar dna gniaicurcxe.
tI saw gnitivni, dab, dna elbarolped.
tI saw elbirret, dam, dna gniticxe.
tI saw gniticxe, elbirret, dna dam.
tI saw dam, gniticxe, dna elbirret.
paehc nrop I'ev tog ym nwo smelborp.
I tup reh tuo fo reh yresim htiw ym nug. I nod't deen taht
fo eht tsal lanoitan lardehtaC, dias ot em.
na legna gnipar a daed nigriv no eht spets
yllautnevE ew tsum enibmoc smaerd
Scraping this rhyme from pages of blood pages of sweat
Wild demon
With a violent voice echoed by saturated bleeding sunlight
Hijacked innocence Winter's pariah falls into the fervent shade
My Old town picks up the pieces of a broken heart
My Old town would takes me dancing and gets us some drink
The patina of youth brushed with Fripp and mixed by Eno
Those who stand out
Make it a point to go their own direction
The way of the Gypsies and Witches those that hear that last shout
The people who see a foretelling dream
I can't believe we don't know our power
They say if we all wished together
It would come true
Shadows of darkness towers over a warm soft night
Contempt paints
Portraits of serenity's preserved heart
Yo peace please come to me
Think it through and get it right
Take me home tonight
Stop and read 2x2 ft sheet of metal with red with white letters
Stop who said claims William Eno New York businessman or be it Harold Harry Jackson working in the Detroit busy Street intersection
Stop he who holds the sign stops the cars
Stop he who created the sign stops the cars before traffic signal red yellow green slow down to the red sign with the white letters you know what I mean
And all to provisions unsupervised and driven I stop at the sign
Who am I to pay homage to a red metal sign with the white letters that spell out s t o p
STOP
Right now trust you at your stop look left and right then proceed with caution
STOP
Right now I believe in your marriage merit look to the left look to the right after you stop unapologetic unsupervised stop you will prevent an accident
NO ONE'S NEAR NO ONE'S HERE ALL FOUR STREET INTERSECT UNAPOLOGETIC UNSUPERVISED
STOP
NO ONE'S HERE OR THERE so stop at the unsupervised stop sign
10/24/23
The unsupervised stop sign Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
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"War and Peace"
strange birds
flying freedom wings
it was a clear blue sky day
punctuated by white
surrendering
the clear point of morning
a pterodactyl drowning the drill
of cockatoos, galahs and magpies
bleeding bugles
into afternoons and long goodnights
in the darkest moments
light still sings
of war and peace
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Australia Day, 26.1.22
vcb
AUSTRALIA DAY 26.1.2022 - Sydney Australia -
R.A.A.F. Flypast for Aust Day
https://youtu.be/l6gGxgMMznM
"On Some Far Away Beach" / Brian Eno
https://youtu.be/K29t_L3CO6A
“Fan Dance”
golden winged creature
formed from flames
phoenix uncaged
burning up
the pusillanimous past
fans, the screaming jets
baby’s on fire
hypnotizing all
the dancing serpents
Lion constellation
moving into
celestial Pegasus
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Fire for You" / Cannons
https://youtu.be/DVOmxLxmXuY
"Baby's on Fire"/ Eno
https://youtu.be/nItuhuY1U04
Star Performer: Deborah Paget
The Indian Tomb, 1959
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Indian_Tomb_(1959_film)
"Nyx Twixt"
Blown
A long kiss,
he’s so Marshmallow
pretending to be
Peanut Brittle
She’s not interested
in small minds revelling
in a life less lived
Little
So she’ll toast him
by the fire that
burns inside his
vengeful heart, the town crier
Hell skips rope
to her tune
she sends him
the "Pass Go" card
Monopoly rides his
Funeral Pyre
Nyx twixt
Heaven N Hell
Baby’s on Fire
Striding over road kill
(Lady Labyrinth/ 2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nItuhuY1U04
Eno.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzFsDQeTUT4
Fripp.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
"Pearls"
More than all the Pearls in all the deepest Oceans
LOVE
Mother Daughter Becalmed
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
for Georgia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QKEpoDYqdo
"Becalmed", Brian Eno
Isaiah 43:2 (g.n.t.)
(noitide treah ruoy ekat) meop das a ekam ot tuoba ma I
(eno dah reve I fi) ytilaer fo esnes ym tsol evah I taht eveileb od I
(ti yas ot detnaw tsuj I gnihton sneam siht) sgniht emas eht of edam era su dna esrevinu eht derevocsid yltnecer evah I
(si rieht kcal eht ro) snoitome ym fo ytilaer eht tuoba klat ot ekil yllaer dluow I
(dlrow eht ti si ro) das flesym ekam I od … I
(thgif t’nod I fi raw a yllaer ton) cipot siht no flesym htiw raw egaw I
Wonk uoy od ereht uoy … uoy
(I neht elbasnes erom yluoivbo era uoy) esnesnon ym tsap deunitnoc evah uoy
(sey) em romuh ot emit eht ekat nac uoy
We will imagine that you , the physical phenomena your reading on, and I all have the same words (or is this reality?
They'll find silhouettes of souls imprinted there.
It's a familiar feeling of of despair.
Like falling back in a chair.
It holds as much weight as words without meaning.
Figures draped in black start their convening.
"Rethe si eno vretineening".
Some days are almost crystalline in the memory: they shine like diamonds in the blue perspective of the distant past.
winter wind
a broken branch
lit by gray-green lichens
New Year's day,1981, was like that. I spent the day with my future wife, Joyce, wandering around the Eno River in the Piedmont of North Carolina. The weather was perfect for January in the South— clear with a pale, yellow sun and temperatures in the mid-50s. Chilly but pleasant.
We explored the oak and maple forests bordering the river, admiring its stark, wintry beauty, and happy with each others' middle-aged company. We pointed out birds' nests and the occasional larger, leafy squirrel's homes in the bare boughs. Always, the river was a strong background presence, winding through stone outcroppings and sandy shores.
winter evening
at home
with stars
First published in Contemporary Haibun Online
depression is a place where sometimes you feel like you have hypothermia because your soul and heart are frozen so solid that they are about to shatter and send fragments of ice bouncing off every emotion you have ever felt in your whole exstince
sometimes depression is a place where you feel like you have third degree burns because every nerve in your body feels evaporated and you truely feel no pain and you can not sort one emotion from another
depression is a place that will take you away from everything and eveyrone you love you forget all your passions, desires, and dreams you feel like you are being smuthred in a cloud of darkness and hopelessness
depression is a never ending spiral of confusion and lose of faith sometimes you feel like you hav eno emotions at all because they all run together like a river running into the ocean
depression is a place where noone laughs and noone cries all the seasons seem in one you lose your hope you lose your faith and then out of no where you take your life
one gun.... one bullet.... one trigger...
I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik
underneath my steehsdeb I would slip.
retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed -
ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP.
As I nageb to worg into a fine, erutam nam
I wenk I was different morf other fellas -
Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain
I was totally derutparne by Keats and yellehS.
And when it emac to a laugh-aloud eritas -
my admired rotnem was Sir Odgen hsaN.
For erom deeper prose I’d inhale the segap
fo words penned by Plath and notxeS Anne.
Edward eeblA is my etirovaf playwright -
I am in total ewa fo his powerful sdrow
and I truly leef his most gninnuts masterpiece
is “Who’s Afraid fo Virginia flooW?"
I have gib dreams fo being famous eno yad -
like a Eugene Neill’O or na Arthur relliM.
But in redro for one ot rehpiced my writings
they’ll have ot hold it ni front fo their rorrim.
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