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They’d fallen in love
as some young people do—
so that lust might rationally increase.
Their bright, valentine-red-blood fairly beat for love.
It’s good that we can name a thing—
describe it and classify it, so it’s out there,
fact-like, in the flimsy, indefinite poetry-verse
It was a day for it, as the sun, that most followed star,
was a carnotite paintball-splotch against a sky stitched of turquoise
and the quality of the light was sentimentally beyond reproach.
Their gallant love seemed to cast a radiance too, a bright, collateral light,
which was of greater reassurance than any by-rote, muttered words.
No one denied the ambition of their love, it was both a mess and a revelation. And no one could pretend the moment was ordinary, that the atoms that spun and gripped our world together weren’t woven yet more inseparable by their union.
The greatest, alas, may choose to bless or deny that such a miracle as love, lasts.
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Songs for this:
Under Your Spell by Snow Strippers
You Can Have It All by Yo La Tengo
Rainbow nation
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialist
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
Who am I? As they asked themselves
it has been a while since they have known
cannot identify, classify the source
forgotten the main dishes, with courses
a longtime name unknown
a shameless scene revealed
took upon another
cannot forget the others
discovered in reality
the reasons along the way
drowned with sorrows and no tomorrow
as they asked "who am I"?
a late stage in age
a will of determination
a success and a new career goal
unknown, they discovered the truth
as they are finding themselves
a past unforgettable
a future striving for the destiny
now realizing their real identity
finding the relationships that were lost
now was found
a family reunion reunited again
as they all surprised them with gifts
lots of hugs and smiles
was worth the while
finally, the results were revealed
no more secrets now found again.
Black…white…straight…L G B T Q
Christian…Muslim…Catholic…Atheist and Jew
Labels can be beneficial when we use them to help guild us
but as we have seen since we started labeling ourselves…
they can also be a danger when we use them to divide us.
However there is one thing we all share no label can ever take away
We were all created…all of us…to breathe in the same way.
Basically, from our first breath…the moment of our birth
we become part of the rhythm…the pulse…the heartbeat of the Earth.
Yes, we all breathe together as one…with no need to classify
until the day our breathing stops…until the day we die.
It matters not if we’re labeled Christian, Muslim, Catholic
black, white, straight or gay…
we all breathe, in spite of our labels, approximately 20,000 times a day.
The reason we continue breathing in and out…the lesson I believe
is to teach us life only works its wonders when we give as much as we receive.
Perhaps instead of looking to divide ourselves…
we’d do better to throw all our labels away…
and remember how the simple act of breathing
unites us everyday.
There is a harmony in how we breathe together
Black, white, straight, Gay…Catholic, Muslim…Jew….
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we transferred that same harmony
in the way we live together too?
The eyes of the mind seek out logic and reason
with little to say about music or art
we need not portray the slow change of a season
apart from a graph or a temperature chart.
For such abstract magic we don't have a place
irrational mysteries gives us no pause
we much prefer order: the planets in space
in orbits according to Sir Isaac's laws.
The science of passion - the passion for science
eclipses predicted by three laws of motion
it seems that your artists are all in defiance
preferring to cling to subjective emotion.
My dear science, you are too confined
By fences of rules, by orderly lines!
Do you never dare to break barriers
To discover a beauty undefined?
The wild genius of Van Gogh and Picasso
The melancholy majesty in Dickinson and Poe
The transcendent music of Mozart and Beethoven
Pavlova and Nijinsky's sublime stately flow
Are not to be found in a formula
They are not recipes to dissect and duplicate
But are born from the glory of the intuitive
Of talents unique and intricate
How do you classify wonder?
What you dismiss and pick apart
Makes my soul bleed and my senses sing
I call the science of the heart.
11/12/21
Do It (Duets) contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
(1/14/13)
the unborn child still in the womb hoping to come out real soon
it senses its mother is thinking to abort
then its existence would have been much too short.
it tries to scream ti its mother:
i know that i;m not fully developed and that you can not see
how beautiful with me your life will be.
i can not understand as why a gift from God
you would want to end
is this becoming the latest trend?
you have yet to see me , to look at my face
you think you'll have another one to take my place!
what if i was the only one destined to be given to you
then regrets you will have your whole life thru.
does life mean so little to you
because you're in doubt and don't know what to do.
all i ask is the same opportunity that you've been given
when your mother thought that your life was worth living.
please don't classify me as a mistake
for when you open up your eyes it may be too late.
(C) L . RAMS
The existence of time
Some say their
is no such thing as time
Some say time is an illusion
Some say time is man made
Creation
Some classify
time to just a clock
Some never work
With time
Yet before them
Was the formation of time
Before they were born
Was the existence
Of time in nature
Some say time exist only
On the mind
Some say time cant heal
Nothing
Some say time is
A geunious game
Some say time is
Never a guarantee
Some disprove time to
Be just a tick of a clock
Place on the wall
And every where else
Yet they all cant deal
With time
For all we had known
And will know
Come with in
The existence of time
"Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
Katherine Hepburn
Beauty in the mind of the beholder
Labelling prejudice masks of projection
Cursive weaving loops of adornment
Venus hidden under Mona Lisa’s smile
Mirror mirror on the cat walk’s wall
I know nothing but that I know well
Narcissus marvels in the golden pond
A snake slithers from an apple tree
William Tell shoots again from the hip
Marilyn shows off curves of delight
Bows to a cross of enchantment
Takes another sniff of cocaine
Hepburn revels in passing Morning Glory
Seduces independence unveils her charm
Stakes claim on Goddess of smashing seduction
When the looking glass shatters to pieces
Burrows wrinkles deep in the face of time
Cinderella throws a shoe at the image
A crossdresser debunks devouring myths of fatal femmes
Hermaphrodite mounts a quick challenge on Trojan horses
And after all its a plain man’s ride in a beautiful world
No serenade and no rodeo when Juliet receives
Romeo disguised as a bank clark from hell
Counts his losses when costumes fall short
And yet we classify the beast and its false allure
When instead we are better advised to take value
From upright meaning without mascara and shadows
The scribe challenges such categorization
Dips his nib into a fountain of truth and
Chuckles when lip sticks kiss true virtue
03rd January 2020
I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie,
the only one who ever touched my Nadi.
I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy.
You’d classify her as an in-betweenie,
but looking pretty hot in that bikini!
She got me going when she called me ‘daddy’!
Jean self-identified as “thorough baddie,”
but never let me see her Kundalini.
I couldn’t leave her working in that paddy,
so whisked her off to Venice. Like Houdini,
she made the transformation: loved linguini:
but part-time jobs (a waiter, then a caddy)
meant I could not afford her. One bellini
cost forty bucks! Forget the Lamborghini!
Jabberwocky, unknown talk for vogon,
Thingamajig, a comparable jargon,
If you get confused
When it has been used
Don't be afraid to conjure the Gorgon.
1. Jabberwocky is a nonsensical poem written by Lewis Carroll about the killing of a ferocious creature named "the Jabberwock".
2. Vogon is a fictional alien who comes from the planet Vogsphere to tear down the Earth to build an intergalactic highway express route in its place.
3. Thingamajig something that is hard to classify
4. Jargon special words or expressions that are used by a particular profession or group and are difficult for others to understand
5. Gorgon Greek mythology three sisters, Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa, with snakes for hair, who had the power to turn anyone who looked at them to stone, a repulsive woman.
2020 February 03
Exalted Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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