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METAPHORS OF SILENCE a hopper ekphrasis
it is
what it is
without narrative
isolated
moments
of figuration
sunlight
on a wall
frozen
in time
conversations
of unheard voices
stillness +
paradox
commune within
the
interplay of
imagination
in
studies
of loneliness
emblematic
silences
soundless symbolism
saturated
with suggestion
soft realism
of the inner life
gestates
cries
on canvas
forever before
our eyes
juxtaposed
drip
by
drip
into
melancholy
an empty chair
a sad stare
it is
what it is
The evenings nowadays have become gloomy
Across the bridge, a bright patch of light
Disappears behind a curtain of mist
Fields lie fallow
After a day of festivities
And roads wind their way
With desolate minds
Not a soul to be seen
Only the whistling voice of the cricket
Fills the evening
He waits with a pale face at the end of the day
As evening descends through the leaves and branches of trees
The black chill of the night penetrates his clothes
And fills his sleep with thick darkness
A dark dream!
(Translated from the original in Assamese "Kola Sapon" by Mrs. Ranjana Sharma)
MAGIC IS THE MIND
Poetry is to poets a fantasy world,
You can say the truth or be absurd,
You can travel to Venus if you like,
Go by rocket ship or merely hitch hike,
Anything is possible in poetry land,
Fly a kite or play in the sand,
Go back and meet Henry The Eighth
Forget been inspired by Godly faith.
Follow Alice in wonderland, her path
And deal with her dream in a bubble bath!
Meet Joan of Arc and, sadly watch her die,
As she is pronounced a heretic, everything a lie.
But then of course why not meet Shakespeare,
And Anne Hathaway and his King Lear
Walk round their garden, really not absurd,
Did that many years ago, in an English rose world!
Did anyone see or meet Elvis Presley,
A unique singer, began rock and roll expressly,
But this is a roller coaster ride and the centuries
Go up high and they come rolling back down,
Each one brings fond ,sad or delightful memories.
We can even go back as far as Moses
Receiving the ten commandments, God chose us
Do we all abide by them , hope so, for at our end
We must not for the left turn, tend!
This is a poem of mystique and fantasy,
So why not invite Ghandi and Mandela.
For Black lives count,
Making sure protests are peaceful,
And numbers substantially mount!
Let us return to the stars, the moon
And the sun, the planets, the milky way
Perhaps not a hitchhike but a hot air balloon,
Take with you for fun a cartoon character of note,
Or Emmeline Pankhurst, she initiated woman’s vote.
Plant a beautiful garden out in space,
Be the first to do so from the human race,
Remember we cannot be barred
In our poetic imagination, which is avant guarde,
Join me, please register on line,
I promise you a journey that will more than be fine!
A testament to Prince
Prince, I saw your vision in the purple rain
And in that moment, I knew you were in no more pain
You graced us with your presence and filled our hearts with love
With your unbounded talent
That came from straight above
You left us sad and broken
And now we have no peace
But together we will strengthen
And our grief will cease
Oh thank you Prince for everything you’ve shared with the human race
We’ll treasure your gift of music
We’ll miss your handsome face
The heavens are rejoicing
And there you’ve found a home
And in that place you joined there
You never are alone
We never will forget you
Your voice will never die
And we will look forever
Into that purple sky
And so we will remember
How richer our earth is
Because Prince Rogers Nelson
Indeed he did exist
Rest well our purple angel
We love you with all our hearts
And we will meet in heaven
And then, we’ll never part
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Thank you for reading my poem and entry. Sincerely, Alona Perlin.
I’m on my fourth lifeline
how about you
The first three pre-owned
the current one new
This one seems fleeting
which gives me concern
My freezer is empty
no steaks left to burn
The first one was blissful
the second had pain
The third one reflective
but this fourth one again….
I try to hold on
and describe it at will
Exceeding my grasp
it alludes me and still…
I wouldn’t go back
to either one, two, or three
The things I see now
ripened fruit on my tree
If this is the end
and the lights start to dim
I’ll sing the words strongly
Madonna’s last hymn…
“More thankful than troubled
more joyous than sad
“More today than tomorrow
—the past in the past”
(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2018)
You used to
lovingly coax my
keys with your
melodies
flirt and tease so playfully
high-note hitting glee
We enjoyed
taking tunes apart
upside down
inside out
syncopated Beethoven
bobbidy-boo beats
No small feat
with shimmy and shake
boogie, blues
jazz and all
the razzmatazz I could take
late nights wide awake
You kept me
in good company
playing wild
playing loud
fiercely proud of the sounds we
would make all our own
But something
eventually
changed and our
songs became
sad and few, in shades of blue
slowly fading out
Dreary now
mahogany dull
no longer
loved, cared for
forlorn, faded wallflower
voicelessly, I grieve
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Another Shadorma form/ personification poem... What I *wish* my old piano thought of me. In truth, I think the 'old girl' is RELIEVED not to be bothered by me anymore!! (Music is sadly not one of my talents.)
The time of God
The great is about to fall
Cos their glory is covered
With confusion
They refuse to give up
But prefer to end the time
They never made from it origin
The universe is sad
Am not telling you no lie
Cos the air proves me no lie
How can man challenge it creator
Is a signal of
The time of God
The time of God
The devil's empire
is about to fall
Shame is about to fall
To explain to works of the devil
They can't escape this collapse
Cos too long they have their time
They already showed to the world
How doomed they can be
They have pointed their finger
To the eyes beyond their existence
And now to time is about to change
Hands
The destruction of the poor
Has provoked the worth of nature
And the time is different cos it's
The time of God
The time of God
Let the bloods of the innocent
Be the redemption for the living
Innocent one world wide
Let their sacrifice bring us
The salvation we yain for
Let their spirit project us always
We are not alone
Cos the time is about to
Change
Despite the storms of today
Hope is not lost
They can't destroy the sun
Despite all they do
They can't touch it
I tell you no lie
So in your weaknesses
Just be rest assured that
The time is about to change
Yes after the storms of today
The sun will be out again
To remind you about
The time of God
A hint of helping this wholesome Harris son
can across thru the air
Hence this poetic expression
of gratitude Matthew Scott wants to blare
And communicate my genuine
appreciation crystal clear
Toward one whose existence
more valuable to me and dear
As thee doth become older
with natural diminishment with eyes and ear
But lo…tis unproductive to fear
The diminishing sands
of mortal time as cognitive gear
Doth get clogged as well as one
or the other organ allowing ye to hear
The sound of silence echoing
memories of the past – now a blur
Akin to a warm fuzzy feeling
soft as moss or lichen – precious as a coat of fur
Which tomorrows speed faster
becoming yesterday’s lore
Mixed with trials and tribulations less or more
Thickening as starch and ever more difficult to pour
From the egged on noggin blended
into one glob kept in secret store
Perhaps comprising partially healed wounds
at your heart tore
As if a drafted soldier once
in tiptop shape now to the bone years wore
Away whet dreams housed
within myths indistinguishable from truths of yore
Though I too sometimes fret
as tempus fugit slinks away
Where methinks how the years spin
at a quicker pace each day
Inculcating me to savor each moment,
whether weather sunny or gray
Taking stock of self of natural world
as one named John Jay
Audubon, who captured pristine lands
of America as a frieze zing May
Whereby bounteous creatures
large and small at play
Until…the inundation
of settlers did slash, burn and slay
Indiscriminately - setting precedent
for Earth in a precarious balance oye vay
Whence Mother Nature
will win this global Olympic match – yet
By which time, both thyself
and ye will be long turned to ash
Descendants will be dust off
faded photos of me self
before senescence did dash
Totally unaware that me papa Boyce Brandon
with clenched and teeth did gnash
When I fought tooth and nail
and without a word did lash
Back as protestations against behavior
of mine ye disliked and found rash
With frustration spilling forth
like acidic froth that did splash
Slash and burn within,
yet kept mum no matter
from within did thrash.
I LOVE YOU TOO DAD
NO MATTER BACK IN THE DAY YE GOT MAD
YET NOW, AS A FATHER TWAS FRUSTRATION
PERHAPS FUSED WITH BEING SAD
AT MY LIFE & HARD TIMES WHEREIN
TURMOIL ROILED MORE THAN A TAD!
Great apes are the second most intelligent animals
Next to humans of course except for one of my friends
According to many scientific theories, we evolved from the ape family
Aha, that explains my friend Walter
They follow an extreme social life and express different types of emotions
So does Walter, and when he gets overly excited
He jumps up and down and sometimes he pees himself
Where Walter sort of falls behind a bit is making his own home
Using primitive tools and also searching for food in the forest
All in all Walter is a nice enough fellow
But great apes leave him in the dust when it comes to language skills
Oh Walter is not exactly illiterate but let;s put it this way
One a scale of one to ten...
Apes are about a seven and Walter is a distant third at four!
Walter and I grew up together, discovered girls together
But he still hasn't figured out the boy/girl thingy yet
However there's still time, he's only seventy something!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Have you ever questioned why
a sad movie makes you cry?
Have you ever died inside,
contemplating suicide?
Have you ever felt let down,
or faced a nervous breakdown?
Have you ever wept a tear,
spilled entirely out of fear?
Have you ever felt cheated,
despondent and defeated?
Have you ever felt alone,
constantly checking your phone?
Have you ever lied to win,
aware that it was a sin?
Have you ever doubted God,
thinking religion's a fraud?
Have you ever lost your pain,
only to find it again?
Have you ever blamed someone,
for something that you had done?
Have you ever snuck away,
after promising to stay?
Have you ever doubted love,
in a world of push and shove?