POETRYSOUP VOYAGE
it is me
with thee
upon this page
sharing
a moment
of mine,
now a moment
of thine
co-joined
unspoken
yet real
somewhat
surreal yet
for a while
here
understood
peer to
peer
no,let imagination fly
to..
exits of the ordinary;
let ambiguity cry
where..
hides the paradox;
let enigma lie
unsaid..
'guised in masquerade;
let euphony whisper
breaths..
of symphony;
let assonance
show..
yet,not dwell;
let our verse
show..
but never tell
so
Will
you take my hand
and voyage with me
upon this ship
discovery;
Will
you come aboard
and sail a sea
of uncharted waters,
fancy-free;
Will
you explore new sounds,
discover a place
unknown,with unique
imagery;
Will
you close your eyes,
let the canvas unfold,
and imagination pen..
poetry?
POETRY
it is me
with thee
upon this page
sharing
a moment
of mine,
now a moment
of thine
co-joined
unspoken
yet real
somewhat
surreal yet
for a while
here
understood
peer to
peer
no,let imagination fly
to..
exits of the ordinary;
let ambiguity cry
where..
hides the paradox;
let enigma lie
unsaid..
'guised in masquerade;
let euphony whisper
breaths..
of symphony;
let assonance
show..
yet,not dwell;
let our verse
show..
but never tell
so
Will
you take my hand
and voyage with me
upon this ship
discovery;
Will
you come aboard
and sail a sea
of uncharted waters,
fancy-free;
Will
you explore new sounds,
discover a place
unknown,with unique
imagery;
Will
you close your eyes,
let the canvas unfold,
and imagination pen..
poetry?
The hood is foregone.
Into the past, of fired crucifixes upon front lawns.
The day has begun, a new dawn.
Bare faced, in the sun's illumination.
Guised within the roles that make a nation.
Spread throughout vital occupations.
Where darkened communities suffer from the
bleached cohorts occupation.
From tainted patrols roaming free on the range
with no scrutiny.
To deliver captives to like minded counselors
and judiciary.
As aesculapian institutions dispense succor to
the most monetary.
In conjunction with polity, where signed documentation
continues urban poverty.
Strengthened by miseducation from chameleon educators,
educated with an educational degree.
Conjoined in unity of conspiracy, waltzing through the
capital of democracy.
The confederates state their supremacy optically.
It is time for the rolling back of sleeves, to fight
the good fight with bravery.
Steadfast, and observe closely.
For the greatest trick the devil ever pulled, as evil stands
before you and me.
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
In whirl and twirl we waltz around
feeling guised and chastised
raising brick laden walls
Going ‘bout our daily business
foiled and desensitized
plagued by the veil of apathy
Once spring arrives and the sun shines bright
amazing how a walk in nature
can revive those dormant sluggish feelings
“I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something." Crash, 2004
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
you think it's easy
maybe your heart
doesn't bruise as quickly
maybe your mind
is a bastion of confidence
thick skinned indifference
maybe it's easier for you
could be true
As for me? Well…
I like to stay clear
"once bitten"....20 times as shy
the reason why?
it's not so easy for me
this survival thing, you see
takes a lot of hard work
and my heart is replete
with burdens and cares
my gut wrenched poetic wares
only incite unfeeling stares
the reader unaware
apathetic animosity
guised in hilarity
isn't for me...
No, it's not as easy for me
to pretend I don't care
when my soul I bare
so I don't dare
let anyone come back round
who has ground me into the ground
once before
well….not now
not anymore
it's not as easy for me
so just.....
just please….let it be.
Eileen Manassian
Believe What You Seek…
Believe what you seek,
not what others would have you speak.
Ignore the signs stopping you.
That whirling dervish of conviction one conveys
need not, nor should not,
suggest what your audience wishes you to believe.
The question is…
Do you convey,
speak.
or seek?
Would that more artists
were inclined to present but a perception,
rather than a guised demand to follow.
Might such an approach lead to a more enlightened state of mind for the curious?
For what is one person’s understanding
over another?
Can yours or my insight of experience
be an end all to art as you or I think it should be?
Reality’s imagination thinks not.
For as Frederick Franck posits: “An artist has an obligation to question the conditions that rule all our lives… and to cause his audience to do the same.”
Nothing more.
Nothing less,
regardless of the discipline one is partaking of.
For writers,
there is but knowledge converted to words.
Write on you lexicon-warriors.
Time could be short.
Freaks in costumes,
Guised under normalcy
Amongst their own--
Making peacocks to
Appear as paupers--
Disheveled & unrivaled
In this world of their own.
Smoke escapes plasticity;
Drenched with green
Up against the night sky
Out against the city's contour.
Escaping as time
Once escaped with
Their noble youth.
Time surely aged them--
That vile vandal,
The one poets scorn..
Surely she would take
As she can accord;
But then, is it
Not man that leads a romp?
If time is the dance
Then fun is the tune.
Cascading the masquerade
Transcending any law--
Of logy memory.
One must make query:
What dreams await death's bed
Beauty chortles forth a frabjous,
interrupting static sanity,
Misheard through ears abstruse.
Boojums guised as proper
Cast labels fathoming blind vanity --
Yet, beauty chortles forth a frabjous.
They are the true Doctor
Jekyll’s -- hiding the reality
Misheard through ears abstruse.
Bolt nothing into the locker
Of recycled, rusted normality;
For within beauty lies a frabjous.
Wear robes of bold laughter,
Sing out of men's obscurity
Misheard through ears abstruse.
Disregard these pyrite-crusted beggars,
To true ordinary, simply fools & jesters.
In beauty there lies a frabjous
Misheard through ears most abstruse.
Halloween Moon Crabs
A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll
Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots
Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls
Five more years for the halloween moon, till then crabby purple claws in orange suits
October10, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Quatrain
Shadow’s Passion
by Odin Roark
A child’s imagination holds light’s oft guised presence in wonder,
As adult recklessly consume its flame of spirit and heart.
Left behind are ashes of once conscious pursuits
Now reduced to icy coals of ignorance
Once the far off enemy of reason.
However…
Our innately wired candles
Desperately protect the threatened glow,
While ravenous hunger continues insatiate,
Stretching, invading, smothering
Life’s illuminative entitlement and privilege.
As the nescient pandemic rages
Nature’s glimmer fights back,
Casting ever faithful shadows at first,
Preparing for revealment,
Inviting children with dreams to enjoin as companion and buddy
While unsullied conscience finds continuance
And its rightful chance.
Fortunately…
Enough will discover light’s natural purpose
Its perseverance in gradually presenting epiphany’s overhead moment
When the undeniable becomes a singular reality,
When shadow’s invisible passion is embraced,
Even as adulthood’s arrival often threatens imagination
Into an acquiescent and shadowless landscape.
Through the mist ...
vision blurred by the bias of our views
clouding our reason
unable to walk in another men's shoes.
Blinded by the fog ...
thoughts offered by signs in hand
daring others to cross
convinced we are right, our dissenters lost.
War is declared ...
the air thick with opinion.
Battles commence ...
destruction of all that is held dear.
Guns blowing smoke
Swords red hot metal forged
Wrapped in the rising haze of heat
Voices raised dirty the streets.
Nowhere in sight ... clear rationale
no time to hear; no effort to see.
Air, a toxic mist, release the inner pain that i feel
eyes blinded by tears - no more chances, my friend.
Through the mist ...
no one hears.
This our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings.
Through the mist ...
I see no love - hate guised as ideas.
Oh if they could see through the mist...
That is us on both sides of the street.
18~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
through the mist vision blurred by the bias of our views
with no attempt to walk in another men's shoes
blinded by the fog we draw chalky lines for others to cross
in the rising haze of heat our voices yell through the murky air
nowhere a clear rationale to hear or see through this toxic stew
this becomes our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings
through the blur i see no love just hate covered and guised as ideas
if only they could see through the mist, that is us on both sides of the street
Maurice Yvonne Through The Mist Contest August 24 2014
through the mist
vision blurred by the bias of our views
intelligently present our clouded vision
never attempting to walk in another men's shoes.
blinded by the fog inhabits our thoughts
signs in hand we offer our misted words.
convinced we are right
our dissenters lost
so we draw chalky lines
dare others to cross.
the air thick as stew our opinions attempt to dice
destroy the filmy feels of those on another side
war is declared
battles commence
with our guns blowing smoke,
our swords red hot metal forged
and still wrapped in the rising haze of heat.
our voices raised
yell through the dirty streets.
nowhere in sight a space of clear rationale
take the time to hear or see through this toxic mist
not a chance my friend
my eyes blurry with tears
the gas they release
the inner pain that i feel
through the mist
no one hears
everyone deaf
this our reality
when ideas
supersede our fellow beings
through the mist i see no love
hate covered and guised as ideas
oh if they could see through the mist
that is us on both sides of the street.
Life's latitude leant over full,
The judgment perished too--
It was the limit of my dreams,
But just the least of you.
What ailed this pretty maiden?
For it puzzled me to know--
As the blushing birds set down to drink
And the shadows trembled so.
A maiden guised in motherhood,
Constrained as well, a wife--
Life's latitude leant over full
Though less for such a life.
Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the meadow-bee--
I would dally in the garden
Till I set the maiden free!
~M
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