I don’t see myself as others see me
Even the mirror doesn’t reflect my beauty
I hate mirrors because they tell lies
Well, there may be one I don’t despise
One that my face can get used-tah
Not one that makes me look like Medusa
One that sells me a good hair day
One says I got a shot and it’ll “make my day”
One that makes me look like a hunk
It better, or Clint Eastwood will ask, “Well, do you punk?”
I don't want one that makes me look circus weird
(My psychologist said I am finally cured)
One that shows me skin so smooth
One that greets the Fonz, no need to groom
One that gets me on my way
But I don’t want the mirror of Dorian Gray
And while time may have elapsed on this side
I want a mirror that depicts me inside
One that shows blue eyes
Not the red-eyed disguise
And not the one that makes me look older
When my heart says otherwise
Categories:
known as, allegory, mirror, old, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature".
That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust".
The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way.
President Trump never speaks "The Truth".
A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values.
Categories:
known as, america, black african american,
Form: Didactic
Usually don't know if I'm coming or going
A confused old dude is what I mean
Even sometimes put the cart before the horse
Makes for an real interesting scene
So now you know, I have finally confessed
Can't keep it a secret any longer
I'm quite a bit different from you other dudes
I'm a certified strange kind of author
See things differently than most normal folks
Have a weird way of looking at things
Perhaps you've noticed, never thought to ask
Just the way my pendulum swings
Absolutely happy in this delusional state
Too afflicted to know any better
Kind of embarrassing to tell you guys this
Still known to be a naughty bed-wetter
So let's get serious, my dear dear friends
I'm as normal as the rest of you
Wait, that's not sounding too much better
Think we're all a big bunch of kooks
Categories:
known as, voyage,
Form: Rhyme
Heard the word often when I was younger
A “shut-in” is what I'm referring to
Have finally reached that sad state of affairs
Methinks we'll all make it through
Until a few years ago life's been a blast
Sure seems like I've been on a high
Everything has been turning up roses
Living with stars in my eyes
Now I glance out my window and all I see
People smiling enjoying each other
Is this how it ends a common occurrence
Still have memories to discover
Categories:
known as, happy, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Twixt Spring and Summer time,
Warm air congeals the cool and draws a line.
Far across the waters, farther than eyes can see,
Warm winds begin to dance with the currents of the sea.
Hurricane season lurks just ahead,
and WE wait, hoping for nothing that dreads.
Each season and region sparks its own havoc,
and WE learn to dance between destruction and raindrops.
WE mourn and pray,
burying our dead without delay.
WE will pause for a while and be still;
and later, WE will rise up and rebuild.
Forward and onward, our lives and times will continue to roll,
never halting our God-given tasks until the bell tolls.
After Adam's fall, WE were commanded to conquer and excel.
Made in the image of God, WE are engineered and compelled.
With destiny, WE have an inevitable date.
A new world, a new YOU and ME, and immortality await.
The sting of death will be no more,
And our God WE shall forever adore.
052323PSCtest. Brian Strand
Contest Name. A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1219
Categories:
known as, god, humanity,
Form: Couplet
Harold Shipman, known as Fred,
killed 250 patients dead.
A serial killer prolific -
“Angel of Death” or “Mr Horrific”?
In Shipman’s Aftermath
Medical practice in England got changed
so that if others also deranged
would try to do the same things as he
they couldn’t deceive so easily!
The day before age 58
he hanged himself, a fitting fate.
A monument to his victims do see
in the Garden of Tranquility.
Aug. 27, 2022
For Joe Maverick's Dr Harold Shipman Poetry Contest
Categories:
known as, mental illness,
Form: Clerihew
A Mystic from 13th Century Siena, Italy.
She was a popular curiosity in town, because of her many visions, ecstasies, and miracles. Once in a hospital a maid came upon Aldobrandesca in a trance. The saint appeared cataleptic, muscles
rigid, unconscious and without feeling.
Aldobrandesca’s biographer says the woman screamed in fear,
summoning all to see her, whom she thought was dead. Some were amazed, others amused. They began to punch, pinch and prick her
with pins, and burn her fingers with candle flames. When she came to
her senses her entire body was in excruciating pain, all she said was,
“May God forgive you.”
That act of forgiveness says more about Aldobrandesca than all of her paranormal experiences. Visions and ecstasies may be evidence of a supernatural touch but mercy expressed to others, is a sure sign of
Divine Love. We honor Aldobrandesca also known as St. Alda, for her charity, not for her trances.
(HER FEAST DAY IS APRIL 26 TH.)
Categories:
known as, appreciation, faith,
Form: Narrative
All the voices of the ages recognized within our own,
these few words we know, arranged and rearranged,
to shape our hearts that you may know us,
say the things that make life matter,
stay the ash that fires scatter,
make of us a moment to be shared.
this voice, that word, sounds so full and shaped,
forsaken souls misplaced, misspelled, and left for dead:
arise, searching for our own, that somehow
one may know another is; and somehow one
may touch more than this substance known as life,
to breathe the ether of each moment passing
long after silent hours have drowned our ears.
Categories:
known as, emotions, friendship, identity, mirror,
Form: Prose Poetry
Years down the road we will be known as flappers
In 1929 we are known as outrageous open hussies
Shunned by the church-y women, loved by the nightclub crowd
We are to be feared and adored, yin and yang, laugh at our frivolities.
Play girls, fun-lovers, life enthusiasts, dancers, singers, swingers.
We giggle and jiggle our way into your hearts, or out of them.
Depending on how deeply indoctrinated you want to be.
Mesmerizing some, scaring your wives and girlfriends.
We have bobbed our hair, shortened our skirts, and we have sass.
We are tired of the hum drum staidness of life, we are ready for action
Retaining our youth; yet you are keeping daughters and molls from us.
We live our truth, reminding daisies to be themselves and shine.
Categories:
known as, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry
(Start off: Narrative End with: Questionku)
'Twas a double blessed day for me, elated being first in honor of a past request,
An invite said in soften tones, amidst a temperate glee, claims a righteous quest,
Steady pace, then met with sermon, song and more with my regards 'tis best,
Then home bound waits a feast, 'tis 'Boy's Day' on May 5th, 'tis a Japanese fest,
Ends 'Golden Week', when celebrating Children's personalities and happiness.
Boy's Day May 5th,
End of 'Golden Week',
Their best traits and joy is?
Categories:
known as, age, allegory, celebration, children,
Form: Questionku
I am a banner that stands for hope and freedom,
I've been around for over 200 years,
I am the flag of the United States of America,
I am known as Old Glory.
I can be seen flying atop tall buildings,
I've passed in review to honor our Military,
Our Veterans and our Fallen Heroes,
I am a recognized symbol of liberty.
If I'm flown alongside the flags of other nations
I get respect by being flown a little higher,
My colors are red, white, and blue,
Which stand for virtue, innocence, valor,
Vigilance, perseverance and justice.
I've been in every battle from
Gettysburg, the beaches of Normandy,
Korea, Vietnam and the Persian Gulf,
I will not let any global foe deter me.
I've watched our heroes go into battle,
I've seen their bodies lying on the battlefields,
They gave their lives for the cause of freedom,
So we may maintain our democracy.
I am the flag of the United States of America,
I am a symbol of what America stands for,
Our Nation has persevered over the years,
By putting its faith and trust in Almighty God.
Categories:
known as, america, freedom, god, memorial
Form: Free verse
They say you exist,
but its only a matter if time,
until your basic human rights
slowly start to shut down,
and your forced to co-exist.
Until your basic human rights are known as a myth.
Categories:
known as, humanity, poems, poets, rights,
Form: I do not know?
We were born identical
When we were created apart;
In very different wombs.
Now my mind runs to where you hide
Unobscured by camouflage
In the bright dim light of
Morally decade manmade nature.
I was created as spares for you,
But I think, and therefore I cannot
Spare you.
Spent by this affliction I no longer
See with blind crystal clarity,
But instead I begin at this end.
The invalidity of science
Has caused its own creation to
Abandon the method
For the metaphysical instead.
Twin, fear not death,
For when you are found,
You will only die to live.
Used up, you will be spared
From that exhilarating mundane
Life of genetic originality.
Categories:
known as, family, irony, life, science,
Form: Free verse
It is known as round.
Vast on many frightful scales.
Balanced by nature.
To conjugate one answer,
Ever infinite as love.
9-20-16
Categories:
known as, adventure, blessing, metaphor,
Form: Tanka
you carve your words precisely
like a master does a flawless diamond
infuse your images on the head of a pin
not a letter wasted
you who
speaks from deeper within
with every new write
never one or one hundred reads suffices
each new recite reveals something new
grabs the readers heart
and we the better for it
you are the poet writes
like the brush of Van Gogh
his emotions vibrant in every stroke
every painting a work of genius
in your poetry
we find that pearl
hidden too deep for the diver
now opened and revealed
blinded by its light we see
what was once previously
invisible
now!
transparent
like the gentle prophet
you sew and lay a carpet
that sensitizes us
from the very bottom of our awareness
to the peak of our understanding
it is LOVE that enshrines your words
you!
the fabled unicorn
we
the fortunate
that by your cause
confirms
our childhood dreams
DO exist
september 29 2015
armand
Categories:
known as, friendship,
Form: Free verse
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