certainty
a
peculiar
allusion
naively
encountered
in
juxtapositions
ignored
proxy
patterns
snugly
textured
bastions
of
lineage
resonates
with suspicion
in
a
perennial
metropolitan
renaissance
If there were no bad days, we would never realise the value of good ones
If we are never sad, we will never appreciate the joy of happiness
If we don't fall sick, we will not realise the value of good health
If we don't have any enemies, we will never realise the worth of good friends
If there were no autumn, we would not appreciate the beauty of spring
If there were no death, we will never enjoy life fully
Juxtapositions make life interesting, propel us to count our blessings
But for them life would be so boring!
31.07.2021
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Anything You Want - Must be New Poem
Alleged anthrax-laden alligator arrives in afternoon
Beyond bright baboon baby bestows brilliance
Chaste chimpanzees charge chagrined cheetahs
Doped donkeys deliberate director’s dictate
Elongated eel exasperate enormous elephants
Fruit flies flit and flutter among fruity flowers
Gravely gross gibbons gripe greedily
Hyenas and hippos are hungrily huffing
Igneous information informs iconic islanders
Jubilant jellyfish jealous juxtapositions
Kipling’ s kangaroos kill kindler’s keepsakes
Lively llamas leaping and loving
Many mammals merrily marauding
Nefarious Neverland needing new numbers
Often outsiders oversee overgrown owls
Persnickety porcupines parading in pairs
Quintessential quails quickly quell Quakers
Respite reveals rushing rip-roaring rhinos
Stolen stags slide south showing secrecy
Tiptoe through trails, tricking tigers
Understanding unicorns utilize umbrellas
Very vexing victims verify variety of vixens
Well-meaning walrus whips whippersnapper’s will
‘Xacting ‘Xrays ‘Xplore ‘Xpansive ‘Xports
Yoga yielding yaks yelp at yellow yarn
Zealous zebra zips in zingy zoo.
symbolic
surreal
introspections
inspirations
in the complex
radiant
poetic pastel
peinture contemplative
juxtapositions
deep imaginings
as tonal treats
in the eye
unique
dreamlike
symbolistique
symbolic
surreal
introspections
inspirations in the
complex
colour
radiant the poetic
pastels
peinture
contemplative
in juxtapositions
of deep
imagings
as
tonal treats
in
the
eye
Tucked away underneath my pillow one simple slip of paper
with wild words of love written that I could not loose nor taper
juxtapositions, each other's opposite attracts but when attacked
the writer goes in hiding the coward in me has been smacked
Morning arrives to find a broken soldier at the cusp of poetry
I write down the truth only the truth and then I hide my cutlery
Deep down I wanted you to find it, with you love is never free
I left you for a life, uncrumpling the note I signed it , " Its me!"
January 15, 2020
human life
juxtapositions galore~
watered down juice
When White icy robe covers the earth
When human minds are frustrated
Christmas bestows mirth
Everyone's is jubilant and elated
Children feel loved by God
Special gift from heaven they get
They open it excited, and awed
It's for them a priceless asset
Christmas represents juxtapositions of life
White barren surrounds, sparkling, colourful green tree
Life is a mix of joy and strife
Positive people lead a life of glee.
Date: 12/21/2020
If there were no bad days, we would never realise the value of good ones
If we are never sad, we will never appreciate the joy of happiness
If we don't fall sick, we will not realise the value of good health
If we don't have any enemies, we will never realise the worth of good friends
If there were no autumn, we would not appreciate the beauty of spring
If there were no death, we will never enjoy life
Juxtapositions add spice to life
make it interesting
make us count our blessings
But for them life would be so boring!
Depressed
Angry
Hopeless, mental fatigue
Social media – a toxic cerebral disease?
We’re addicted to an image
Humanity - an insatiable virtual lust
Greed, gluttony, and envy
The juxtapositions - intrigue woven with disgust
Intoxicated by the fantastic stories
A dark emotional bottomless hole
We do our best to disconnect
Troubled by the fact – we still want to know
Mesmerized by the beautiful shadows
Addicted to our own self-disdain
We willingly return to the conflict
That recapitulates the pain
It’s not social media
Driving us insane
It’s our distorted perceptions
That’s destroying our brain
Nothing is as it seems
It’s our thoughts that make it so
Discern wisely
Take it all in – now, let it all go
What The Bleeping Bleepers?
What the bleeping bleepers
what the blankety blanks
what the freaking freaks
what the hellish hells
what the palish pales
what the fracking fracks
what the ducking ducks
what the bucking bucks
what the tucking tucks
what the plucking plucks
what the glucking glucks
what the mucking mucks
what the Kanting Kants
what the geezing geezers
what the retching retches
what the wanting wants
what the tarnating tarnations
what the condemning condemnations
what the murdering murders
what the hating haters
what the loving lovers
what the juxtaposing juxtapositions
what the perceptionalizing perceptions
what the darnating darnations
what the reaping reapers
what the creeping creepers
what the streaking streaks
what the leaking leaks
what the what is happening in today's society
what the what are our solutions in order to fix this world
The conscious human beast
A paradox presides
Blessed with unique awareness
Cursed by the biological blind drives
Arrogance clouded in uncertainty
Pride profused with shame
The irreconcilable juxtapositions
Driving us covertly - overtly insane
Anxious- we yearn for liberation
Yet we can’t seem to let it go
The awareness of our impermanence
Troubles us so
We strive for a higher virtue
All the while enslaved with guilt and fear
We attempt alter our mind
Hoping it will end - disappear
The avoidance of pain
Ironically weakens the fortitude our soul
We live out an empty life
Pompous – defiant - broke
Like a rope that’s intertwined
Braided tightly with joy and pain
The human dichotomy
Suffering comprises most of our day
The key to eternal happiness
The secret to unremitting growth
Delay immediate gratification
Ancient desires subdued – controlled
Suffering is the product
Extreme fixation of the duality inside
Celebrate – not curse this duality
Without the drives you're not alive
So open your mind
You’re not dreadful, dirty or weak
Juxtaposition
Conscious creature - Instinctual species
That’s what makes us special - unique
I shovel winter
juxtapositions folly
I dig spring
John G. Lawless
©5/22/2018
Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find
Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more
Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility
Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound
In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration
When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.
A Star-Studded Escapement
The foot of this lookout begins with a range of mountains and valleys in a tangle,
Juxtapositions alight that fills the mountain veins with snow at various angles,
The trees run wild through the valley covered floor,
This forest of green meanders along, as the paths’ core,
Clouds circulate and dapple the sunlit horizon in shades of light,
Their movement conjures up a gesture of continuous flight,
Creating shadows on the mountainous cape, at bright of day,
Plays on painted colored contrasts, illuminating as they may,
The snow caps reach to heaven as their eroded surfaces are shaped,
Flowers linger through the valley, where the forests drapes,
Engulfing the mystery of this scenic arrangement,
This fair path free of hindrance makes a great escapement,
The floral tapestry weaves throughout the treed mountain base,
Enjoying the view and the culmination of beauty is what we face.
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