THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY
Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate.
Just as the tale of "magno magnets",
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another.
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other,
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact.
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made,
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates.
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles,
attraction is established and so is unlike souls.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright©January,2023.
When death comes around
Try not to be found
Hard to get away from a HELLHOUND
They stay mean and tightly wound
Can smell you even off the ground
Up and down, Even round and round
Won't stop till your in the mound
Their growl a demonic sound
Chewing up your flesh pound to pound
Flesh from bone no longer bound
He will come around
Knows where you can be found
Eyes of fire that HELLOUND
Your path will be unwound
They come from the ground
You won't make it another round
Can you imagine your mound
From there not a sound
Against the soil you can pound
It's over your bound!
Photo's capture so many scenes
Love and War, peoples dreams
In black and white
Colour too
Even off, me and you
En-captured vista's of mother earth
Every one a persons worth
Taken now or long ago
Every photo has its flow
Photo's are taken every day
In their own, they have their say
Families in Portrait
Landscaped land
Some preempted
Some unplanned
The most amazing captures
A one of time
Never repeated
In our lifetime
This grand invention of our modern world
Has given us the chance to capture much
For memories
A Photo's touch.
Lights come up slowly to reveal a bare stage, undressed except for a backdrop on which is
painted the impression of an orchard; the painting is so light that it suggests a
water-colour. Two men enter, a young man dressed in a plain white robe, the BARD, and a
considerably older man dressed in a robe of six colours, the DRUID. They walk slowly to
STAGE CENTER, the slowness indicative of the older man' advanced years and the younger
man's respect for him.
BARD: Must the actor always play a role?
DRUID: What is an actor?
BARD: Must the actor always play a role, even off stage?
DRUID: The apple trees look sore tired this season. I've no longer the strength to prune
them properly.
BARD: Oh. Aye, aye. (Pause) What of the actor's contention that we are all actors, that
all intercourse whether within the dyad, the community, or merely with ourselves 'tis but
an act?
DRUID: Who put the words in the actor's mouth? The 'wright?
BARD: I think it was extemporaneous, miLord. (Pause) It was an improvisation class.
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