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I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!
ATMOSPHERES
ambient
installation
in
communal cipherss
transitioned
then
transcended
appropriated
with symbolic
affectation
of
attitudes
characterised
by
circles
simple
&positive
yet
marginal
merging
with
modernity
when
flourishing&
profound
&all around
is
decline
of the
premodern
replacing
the
rational with
harmonious
hubris
of
circular time
in
mystical
views
so intertwined
with
the
contemporary
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
ENTHUSIASM
out
of reluctance
some merriment
heretofore
esteemed
notionally
incognito
in a
lovely
renaissance
remained
a rarity
a fantasy
of the
appetite
of curiosos
impertinent
in pursuit
of the picturesque
to conceive
the vivid
in the
archaic
characterised
by
pillars
of the
intricate
patterns in
vivid imaginations
venturing into
the intrepid
visual art
for
a connoisseur
made
practicable
likened to
self-portrait
to celebrate
a common
inheritance
& frequent
the obscure
& the blurry
monochrome
reduced
to black
& white
on
a
series
of murals
So many people in this modern world lost souls testing our faith
pretending to have virtues locked inside a shell hallowed
Their moral rights have become so twisted with hidden lies
they have lost all values when it comes to highlighting the truth
trying to justify their own hidden weakness
The false appearance of love and caring has a deluded vision
creatures of habit attack religious beliefs
creating division condemning them unholy
characterised by delusional ideas of judgement
falling down tortured by sin craving attention
There is a price to be paid one way or the other
blindsided by the deceiver they are the tool
Destroying principles believing something that is untrue
misery always loves company punishing the good
wickedness has no mercy when it comes to the suffering innocent
The price of such a shame will come with chaos and discomfort
in the end we all know who wins
I stand alone and take in my surroundings..
The Earth is quiet.. the Earth is still.
Only I exist in this very moment..
In all my complexity and freewill.
This is my personal blueprint..
Uniquely created like DNA.
It exquisitley defines my identity..
From my first breath to my last day.
I'm characterised by my birth name..
The location, date and time.
It is my future path.. and my history..
Marked where the planets and stars align.
By the constellation my stars occupy..
I am the elements of water and fire.
My gift is the Cusp of Oscillation..
Ruled by the Sun and the Moons desire.
It defines my weaknesses and strengths..
My compatible soulmates and life path.
Lucky numbers and self expressions..
This is my blueprint, my Birthchart.
27th February 2020
GIF# 2
1st Place
Contest: GIF With Your Best Anything
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Judged 14/03/2020
The wind is blowing,
Blowing strong and boisterous
It's the wind of change
Tiffany truffles truncation.
Gale winds bowing to the
Prayer called by the Muezzin
The wind gauge is fixated
To the North's polarity.
Algorithms has altered its course.
All runing away from the curse
Of the dying whale marooned
In the shallow waters of the lagoon
Sneaky slithering snakes
In the hub of damnation.
Dooms days gong sounding.
Gloomy reverberations all over,
Cheering jeers from the crowd.
Breeches from the leeches of Gbongbon.
Having been ditched by the es of Ab...
Orphaned by their loss
Enters the blame game
Characterised by sore losers
Winner's have many friends
But woe to you if you are a loser
That is the nature of the game.
(Written on the 10th April, 2015)