A BRITTLE RETROSPECTIVE
provocative
innovative
sensibilities
seminal
decorous
imitations
experiments
impeccably
ingenious
determination
of
febrile
serendipity
in
possibilities
of
myriad
perspectives
CLUSTERS OF EQUIVALENCE
mimetic
imitations
of equating
thoughts
in
formal
interrelational
analogies
a
phenomena
of
motions
perceived
assigning
intuition
uniquely
initiated
inexpressible
metaphysic
so
sublime
such
intense
sensibility
increasingly
overwhelmed
by
excitement
yet
immensely
empathetic
with
insistent
feelings
&
syncretist
tendencies
all
in
seemingly
paradoxical
harmony
Deafening silence.
It can crush the strongest soul,
soften the hardest warrior,
confuse the shiniest mind.
Yet, some souls call it home.
Void, mostly filled with —
lies, sins, borrowed identities.
Draining until last drop
of each other's blood.
Fleeing from the stare
of their own imitations in the mirror.
Their own voice whispering,
in the corner of their beliefs.
But few embrace this silence,
not by courage, nor pride.
Just for the clarity of being.
They cross this life, allowing
no one to dilute themselves.
I hovered close to the sun,
incinerated and lost my wings.
Never could I follow these steps,
and turn into my own beast.
deafening silence.
This is for whoever it's for!! You know
who you are ; )
Be yourself
& not another
as it's unbecoming
to be a mock
These copying cats
have lost their tails
while telling tales
like an op
These imitations
need to stop
for what do you get
from tracing lines?
Can't you develop
your own pictures
instead of trying
to copy mine?
I think you're lost
within the lines
who knew you'd
lose your sense
of self
Where has your
pride gone little kitten
where's the lion
within yourself?
I think you're lyin
to yourself
if you think you
can be just like
another
Dare to be different
all on your own
we're unique
from one another
There's only one you
on the face of earth
so love yourself
until the end
No one can replace
who you're born to be
so portraying another
is like a sin
It's time for facades
to meet their end
so one can see
its true face
Stop all the aping
& be original
instead of
mirroring another
in bad taste
Piracy goes down
to a sunken place
so I think it best
to tread lightly
I call to whom it
pertains so if it
rings bells
please don't ignore
like scam likely
widening
yet
discerning
elegance
reliance
upon
self-sufficiency
in
artificial
intricacy
with self-concious
indifference
in
unrestrained
uniformity
On the promenade they stroll,
The Hokas and Adidas,
While in between the pigeons squawk
And what they mean is "Feed us!"
Nikes and New Balance add
To Sunday's march of sneakers,
With Saucony's and OC's on
The feet of mileage seekers.
Some Skechers even make the scene
With Brooks and Reeboks showing;
All of them, at varied paces,
Coming here or going.
Growing up, we all had Keds
Or cheaper imitations.
Nowadays, the choice is vast
To match one's inclinations.
MARGINALIA
footnotes
imitations
&limitations
continuously
fashioned
differences
generalisations
classified
in the
particular
the
subjective
ceased
intent
on
definition
cornered
contained
&
finally
desired
Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks
As the moon repents from its many vague allusions
And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations
What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations
Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions
He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis
Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize her princess retreat
While pigs and blinded dogs drink furiously at the oasis
The Greek, smokes final cigar and tells us damn you boys eat
We tread ever onward; dawn stimulates its latent spirit
Ahead lay the great battlefields of the valiant Greek dead
Clouds begin vomiting and blood spurts out from trees near it
Homer ghost comes, cries lets be true to our heroes
instead.
Mighty Greeks fought hundred of battles had heroes in all.
Sad, nobody stays on top, so even the Greeks had to fall.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Feb 11th, 1971 age 17
In Air Jorden’s he strode proud,
with name-brands he stood
apart.
In closets
sneakers walked
not far from their boxes.
Heel to toe stock grew
Well known on eBay,
to barter, trade and pay
he paved the way
Fake stuff,
imitations led to
litigation
financial gloom.
Nike rued the day
his wife
put down her foot
gave him what for,
then ran away
in cut-price
footwear.
For years now, they have survived,
Through deceitful imitations.
Maneuvering within a landscape they
Support, with few limitations.
Yet recently, this crazy fox, seems to be
Running from a pack of legal hounds.
Dodging overgrowth & accountability,
Through some forested, judicial grounds.
This hunt is a lengthy one, stretching
Beyond torn fences and dominion.
As the tireless legal canines progress,
Tailing the scent of lies and opinion.
Ultimately this prey will fall to capture,
Along with its predatory nature, reduced.
While remaining livestock gains some relief,
And the appropriate people, can rule the roost.
Children like bright colours
And so kindergartens and nurseries
And so shopping items
And so youngsters
And so tourist centres
And so food and souvenirs
And so bright photos
Colours brighten up hearts
A sign of hope,happiness,confidence
Freshness and life
But too much artificial touch
Will lose the naturality of scenery
The classic beauty
A quiet elegance
The history of antiquity
An appreciation with time
Anyway natural beauty is invaluable
No imitations
No artificiality
Oh
How about stop painting one's heart
with
Colours of greed
Betwixt-Between
I woke up
in a dream.
The smell of
tastes gone before.
Authentic tulips
blended with
plastic imitations.
"Bluie" chirping,
"CiCi" meowing at kitchen's door:
A cloak of weariness
vying for more
attention;
as I drift into a
light of sun...
Thama Logan 5/7/2022
VISIONARY VANITIES
symbols
meritricious effects
dedicated
& intense
colouring
so sensual
a longeur
so ethereal
brilliance
a singleness of heart
rejoicing
in the truth
of beauty
symmetry
of illusions
imitations
gilded
bold
novel
a tapestry
of mystery
creative
human
in
celebrations
of
epic themes
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I want to discover a new way to balance on the tightrope.
I don’t want to push forward,
Nor do I want to roll backwards.
I surely can’t stay in one place for too long as they say,
But who hardly has time nowaday’s to rot at this time of age and wait for the grim reaper to stamp the big red “decay” onboard our faces?
It’s so unusual to walk backwards on my hands near the unknown.
Perhaps moving side to side will sub-due for now,
Until I falter to the choices of my extemporaneous circumstance.
I hate it when a old saying that is so bland & bleak such as,
"What came first, the chicken or the egg?"
Picked and rot out the black caged doves brains so intensively.
I say it was the soul that resided within the body & not the body forming around the soul.
Well of course they would react the way that they did,
After all, they’re impure imitations of false angels.
Without further notice,
If you are only keen to the idea of viewing our redundant self-loathing behavior in a black or white demur for the rest of your lively days,
You’re hurting your egotistical mindset and malnourishing your heart.
DANCING WATER HOLLOWS
The canal water endlessly moving from passing boats
Creates not waves but dancing hollows between,
Moving like countless competitors in a dance hall
Swirling around in kaleidoscopic color.
Hollows waltzing in time to their internal rhythms
In a constant irregular flux of shapes and positions,
What geometric science calls hyperbolic paraboloids
In countless watery reflections. Dancing figures of eight.
Each with the same rainbow of colors on its edges,
Red and yellow and always with green on the outside,
Lliving reflected imitations of the church colors above.
Yet each is different. Liquidly mobile with endless variety.
God’s informal dance has no rules, just beauty :
Colorful shapes taken momentarily
By wave-hollows. Giant living amoebas with green edges,
And seen with His heavenly microscope.
17 April 2021
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NOTE
Next time you are looking into a river or lake with reflections between the waves, look carefully at the reflections and see how they are arranged by nature into beautiful patterns.
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