What's true for you
even if it is insanity
may not be the same for me
as we each have our own reality
'There's two sides to every coin'
some are said to say
'But what about the edge,
when one is on display,
showing tails and the obverse?'
as a numismatist I insist
even a mirror reflects the reverse
yet when confronted with a conundrum
maybe at least you and me
will resolve the knotty quandary
with compromise and both agree to disagree
Is my life getting knotty!
Which was once simple and fun!
Love came like blue ocean-waves,
lapping on my heart!
When your thoughts aglow in mind,
Shine...flicker of a moment,
Hundreds of bright sunflowers
Blossom in my dream!
I utter a gasp...oh no!
My heart was never missing,
I left it in a safe place,
With you, for ever!
"Serene is the green of the sculptured knotty pine, arms uniquely reach and none the same, with woody scent of heaven." Quote by poet
Knotty pine enfold in the sate gold sun
stands stunning in an arboreal view.
Bound by forever changing blend pale blue
pure air of homespun charm, unflagging none.
Upon the pine needle and pine-cones
carpet, dappled shade awakes most active
nature, from blackest more lord attractive
noble to the whitest of daylight tones.
Rhythmic chants echo veiled in sound and light.
Steps over roots and limbs nature does put
and silent subtle shifts that are afoot.
The howl's that calls of invite at twilight.
Yielding nostalgic sylvan scenery
natural quotient colour greenery.
A knotty path, woven in twine
With twists and turns like frizzy vine
With ups and downs and rugged plains
With teary tales and bloody stains
Above and below knots of square
Are damages one can't repair
For they're engraved in hearts of stone
And their hellhole reaches the bone
But time is kind for those who wait
For those who love and shun the hate
For those who tie down their burden
On the waiting halls of heaven
For time will come when chains will break
Knots will loosen for goodness sake
The knotty path will soon unfold
The sky will clear as it was told
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They seek him here
They seek him there
But he can't be found
Anywhere
They seek him high
They seek him low
Someone saw one
Long ago
A knotty problem
A mess to undo
Will need an expert
To see it through
It's hard to find
This particular skill
Much in demand
With costly bill
Of what issue
Do I speak?
What could possibly
Cause such pique?
A good masseuse
Would help us lots
Gardening's left us
Tied up in knots
I cannot just confront the spider web
It sticks to my face wherever I go
Like the physique-psyche entangling ebb
Uncertainty, in each vein, seems to flow
Muscle knot happens; so too do vein knots
Isn't Kith and Kin link-line a we too?
There are knots amidst showy flower pots
Doesn't the relationships seem to woe?
I say to my children to be careful
Life, indeed, is a web, so enticing
Good and bad walk together to fulfill
I feel, as though, O......... my heart is slicing
Knot your relationships, I say, people
Our life and hope is like a church steeple
Finest pine has knots
just like finest person too
just a common fault
half smile of caged concealment
Mona Lisa like, kindling desire
awash in pixelated illusion
your dark dreaming eyes preserving secrets
the glow of an image, layer by layer
my wish to un-knot the shifting shape form
with its unknown gravity
a stance
painfully inscrutable
till your voice, dusky, breathy
washes over me like smoke
reassuring in a kilowatt smile
telling me our lives unfinished
are an art installation
ongoing
knotty
that rarely fit effortlessly into the scheme of things
your repose
my white knuckle ride
Crone arrived masked as crescent moon.
We knew her by her star cape and her attitude.
I was wearing a warring pirate ship as a skirt.
The day was ripe for all kinds of shenanigans.
A trumpeter arrived to announce the next eclipse.
It’s one of those knottsy-tottsy-rottsy days.
I put on my star gazing hat, and tried to look average.
Difficult for someone as creative as me.
A naughty knight, his maiden sought,
Had high hopes they might tie the knot.
And though they ought, or so he thought,
’Twas all for naught, disaster-fraught,
Forgot how tied her nightie knots.
She, humored not, said Gute Nacht!
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SECOND PLACE WINNER
for the "Naughty Yet Innocent" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Written on 03/01/2022
knotty pine design
asymmetrically random
fragrance of the gods
An heart is a handy thing to have
except when its not -
Hands are of course handy as a glove
Except for ties that knot.
(c)Deo, Fort Beaufort, near Newtown "mixed-race" (In RSA English, "Coloured") Township. May 13th, 2021
the pair stood together by a warm hearth
strong andirons of wrought steel
shared log, a charred remnant
(7/30/2020 – ‘00 Destination 53 DMS)
There once was a knotty couple
She had an eye made out of wood
He was as fine as finished pine
As was one leg, on which he stood!
They met in a park one morning
He walking with a cane, plop, plop
She failed to see his broken gait
Bumping said cane, which would drop!
She said, "You're on my, wooden eye side,"
"I'm sorry, I did not see you!"
He replied, "Lady that's quite all right,"
"You're on my, wouldn't I, side too!"
His intentional play on words
Was met by her tried resistance
She said, "Here", handing him his cane,
"Are you in need of assistance?"
He said, "All you hurt was my pride,"
"I walk here for sport, not to beg"
She said,"I'll keep my eye out for you!"
He hoped, she was not pulling his leg
More than once this couple would meet
He playful and she a bit haughty
With all said and done, they became one
And yes, sometimes they were naughty!
Rolling in
Meadows in her hair
A tango mass of
Butterflies
And what knots
Roped in
Tongue tied
With a pollen smeared smile
Smack smitten by every cinch
8/22/2019
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