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like the spokes of a wheel
giving
an illusion
of reverse movement,
playing wicked tricks
on sound minds,
telling blatant white lies
to eyes wide open,
nothing Is what It seems...
in this nihilistically dark,
violent, cynical world
of immoral men, dames
and double-crossing femme-fatales.
a gloomy underbelly where
all are lost in a blinding fog
of bewildering mystery
and treachery;
where a plethora of vices
and corruption hold sway,
where danger and pessimism
lurk in the shadows...
and nothing
is what it seems;
this cold, dark world,
seen in film noir.
Your Selection Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/23/23
The bleached bones of man
Lie upon the lifeless sand
Times immortal sound of silence
In the deep hollow of the multitude of silent screams
Walled between the fable and songs of truth
We find ourselves in dreams that manifest
Sheltering the darkness that hides us
Moving us along in our naked light
Illuminating the path to the meaningless
Isolated in our apathy holding our breath
Unfaithful to the emergence of life
Yet double-crossing the delay of death
Hear my words that I might teach you
Plant the vision of those who dared to be
Speak so that I might reach you
Longing to awaken holding your eyes upward
Striking out above the clouds of neon lights
To touch the sky and feel the rain looking for the words
That rise and soar above the echoed roar
Within the narrow streets of indifference
The bleached bones of man
Lie upon the lifeless sand
Times immortal sound of silence
July 30, 2019
Inspired by "Double Crossing Time" sung by Joe Bonamassa
Some think they can cheat time.
They’re crazy as can be.
For in this world it’s only time
practicing equality.
The minutes and the hours
in everybody’s day
cannot be added or subtracted.
Time you can’t betray.
Perhaps you might extend it
and even have long life,
but death still comes and takes you,
and life still brings you strife.
Some might cut their own life short,
but time goes on….. tick tock
There is no kindness in the face
of a ticking clock.
I’ll just sit and sing the blues
as time moves ever on.
One day I will be here,
but the next day I’ll be gone.
May 28, 2023
For Joe Bonamassa British Blues Explosion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori