half light on the page
words spill yet swallow their truth
a moon veiled in clouds —
I read between the shadows
for the part you did not write
half a tear is mine
half I give to other hands
to carry its weight
shared grief breaks into pieces
small enough for hearts to hold
half my breath holds on
half my breath has wandered free
seeking other paths
in this hovering between
I glimpse the soul's bright outline
half cream, half bitter —
the coffee swirls like my grief
clouds folding through black
each sip both soothes unsettles
like truth disguised in sugar
glass shows half my face
the other drowns in shadow
back towards the past
what I see and what I am
trade places without warning
horizon's hard line
splits the blue from burning gold
dusk drinking the day
I stand between both the realms
unsure which beckons me home
Categories:
hard line, loss, remember, sorrow,
Form: Tanka
"Visions"
Poetry must speak to you
you must listen
not to what the mind speaks
but to what the heart delivers
some have the vision
some do not
this is truth
sometimes the truth is too hot
you think you are getting close
too close to the other who is touched
you are not for getting that close
to such insanity to be touched
by a poem that holds no rhyme
and so the story goes
life is a never-ending poem
with no hard and fast rhyme
the soft valued curves come and go
there, in that place of listening
time has drawn no hard line
you will feel
that you must bargain with reason
logic in that place
holds no importance
you will feel, and
you must listen,
not to what the mind speaks
but to what the heart delivers
Poetry must speak to you
the better part of you must listen
some have the vision
some do not
there in that place of listening
logic, like the mind, holds no importance
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Categories:
hard line, muse,
Form: Free verse
It cannot exist the naysayer argued.
I knew it did, so I kept my lips compressed.
The naysayer wanted an argument.
He had never seen a turquoise owl.
I knew with this hard line of ignorance he never would.
Until he opened his mind how could his heart open?
I continued around the corner.
Liberace, the turquoise owl gave me a wink.
What are you doing here in the day time? I asked him.
He shrugged.
I guess nothing is impossible if you believe.
Categories:
hard line, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
The truth is the weapon they fear most
interfering in a political process
where informed choice is deleted as criminal free speech
without trial banning contents on vaccines including hard line facts
Judge, jury and executioner has no regards for victims
and their plight for justice, awareness is sharing the truth
no longer is it a valid platform for for to speak honestly or even debate
collusion with state bodies springs to mind communists
Stalin will be rolling in his grave with delight
Categories:
hard line, abuse, betrayal, conflict, corruption,
Form: Political Verse
When I allow myself
to become an understoried note,
I hear our symphony co-relationally composed of
rhythms
patterns
pauses
silence
cacophony
measures
color
tone
tunes harmonic,
dissonant,
diminished,
subconcious sub-objective underlying creation stories
recreationally sung together
better than just loudly marching apart,
This bilateral muse awareness
releases me from fundamentalistic win/lose salvation stories
and allows this ego-moment to live freely,
yet securely interdependent,
co-passionately win/win present.
When I ego live
connected within co-present eco-source,
I hear no impossible disconnect,
no hard-line severance between nature-left
and spirit-right,
no bipolar either/or deductive
reductive conclusion;
There is, instead,
only both/and boundless win/win integral possibility
and endless round
timeless ego/eco-rational
interdependent truths.
Categories:
hard line, culture, health, integrity, muse,
Form: Political Verse
Jesus Knows Who I Am?
Written: by Tom Wright
4/9/2018
He knows me intimately as a hard line guy,
To declare otherwise, truthfulness, I’d betray.
It’s just who I am, and past history don’t lie,
I see things in true colors, not shades of grey.
I’m always candid, calling a spade a spade,
No thoughts of procrastination do I allow.
When I try this, God must feel being played,
I must always do for Jesus what I will avow.
Categories:
hard line, god, jesus,
Form: Lyric
how hard to see the border
when surrounded by water
a land that is girt by sea
in fear they come
avoiding a gun
that says to here you can’t flee
this land abounds in nature’s gift
in beauty rich and rare
but for you, we will not share
plenteous plains
with great refrains
leave Australia’s care
island home in paradise lost
Nauru, Manus, to name a few
out of sight if you don’t mind
you risked it all to start again
a promise of new life better yet
to a hell hole you must remain
the people cry out to bring you here
but the hardest of right men politicians fear
lest they lose their vote
hard-line left and hard-line right
no matter which way you go
the circle of fear remains tight
what good can come of a refugee
in a land where opportunity is to be found
Christ was one: let’s not forget the nativity
Advance Australia’s shame
that is our new refrain
– a new generation is stolen
© tastigr 2018
Categories:
hard line, angst, december, depression, fear,
Form: Free verse
Dr Zhivago is not Putin
Nature yes, it does its own thing it will never be tamed and behave
in a predictable way. Outside mild rain falls there is no wind and
the weather is content, freedom from Siberian frost...for now, but
when frosty days arrives, with ice pearls on your breaths and frozen
key lock in your post box, it is not fair to fault Vladimir Putin, he has
enough on his plate with silly girls dancing in churches and offending
good people´s sense of decency, and tax avoiding tycoons .
But of course whatever Russia does it must be wrong. 50 years of anti
Soviet propaganda has left its mark.
Islamic terrorists have been bombing and killing many people, this does
not cause stir in western press, some even thinks that the Russian ought
to treat the terrorists better, it is Putin´s hard line attitude that causes
this problem...The enemy of my enemy is my friend so welcome to
The wonderful world of double speak, treason and never ending scheming
on how to mould Russia into an image of Dr. Zhivago.
Categories:
hard line,
Form: Blank verse
There is a lot of responsibility for a shortstop.
Many times, I field the ball on the hop.
As sure as I breathe and am alive,
I often have to snare a hard line drive.
I become a catalyst for a double play.
We must keep the opponents from scoring and save the day.
I field the ball up the middle and throw to first base.
There is no time to think, but react in haste.
To get the runner out, I have no time to waste.
I must get the ball to first with a strong arm.
That way, I can protect our lead from harm.
I must be the team’s wizard with the glove.
It is hard work, but a labor of love.
I lead my team out on the field each day.
When it comes to winning, I must always find a way.
Categories:
hard line, sports, work, time,
Form: Rhyme
Another new dawn, another new day
Am I the person who's ready to make
The most out life, the time we have left
Or ready to wake up, thinking of debt
Choosing to moan, or choosing to walk
Another step further on this hard test called earth
Am I the person behind the hard line
Or so far ahead with others behind
Each step I take, I know but I think
What is the secret to getting the link
The link to the answers, a link to the fame
A link to win this very hard game
This secret is this, as I looked around
The beauty around, transforming my frown
The birds and the bee's, the trees and these things
The opportunity and experience it brings
The billions of people, this modern world
The billion opportunities, I choose to build
Poetry ,art, music, colours, lessons
all enough in time, to answer any question
So on this realization I know
That if tomorrow happened to show
I may be happy,I may feel unseen
I may be the boy in the Forbes magazine
Im no Nostradamus, I cannot predict
All that I have is a calculated risk
My choice is this, and its oh so brave
To wake up and say,"Today is my day"
Categories:
hard line, art, hope, peace, people,
Form: I do not know?