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I pass by, as I eye, my eye;
I see something nearer, nearer;
On the wall a reflection of myself, myself;
it isn't clear so, never clearer;
As I look upon the mirror, mirror;
Mirror polished metal or glass with an;
Amalgam back and as a TV I've gain weight, weight;
Look at my face I can see my soul in my eyes, eye;
Is this something that showing my true self, myself;
All I have is what I see what I reflex, relax;
And if I were to break this glass, my fears will last;
Thirteen years of bad luck, bad luck;
I see myself and in my reflection I say yuck-yuck;
I've been concaved, been convex;
All I have is my refection left;
Crystal and glass I can see myself, myself;
I'm I pattern for limitation exemplar, exemplar;
As I continue to see myself in the mirror;
Your a faithful reflection of a true picture of myself
Mirror, Mirror
09/20/17
--for Craig Cornish Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest
Dearest Amelie Beth Harris-Mcgeehan
If royalty moost likely
spotlight ye would dodge
nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted...
within humble abode
of your lodge
most righteous, magnanimous, gracious...
among confrère noblesse oblige.
Methinks twas foolhardy of me
when joost a mere young man
(more'n half agoo me lifespan)
ye always acknowledging me birthdate,
(although tomorrow a day early,
and dollar long)
regarding thirteenth of Jan.
Your sisterly affection doth buoy
inside mine heart and soul
first born of three offspring
begat courtesy Boyce
and Harriet Harris handed lead role
par exemplar to officiate (figuratively)
filial obeisance, particularly
when older analogous to foal
abiding maternal horse sense, thus I extol.
As your brother, rhetorical question I ask
how often did thee deserve to bask
within metaphorical sunshine to exceed
regarding care and concern emotional task
tenderly "mothering" kith and kin,
ye divinely didst shew,
especially yours truly
now he dost rue
he rarely did communicate -
hermetically within his
hermetically sealed queue
detached, isolated, outsourced,
I may as well lived in Peru
(think Machu Picchu)
courtesy schizoid personality disorder
leavened, prepared, and sprinkled with
obsessive compulsiveness
for good measure ooh
and aah barely registered
consciousness, and knew
not what blessedness constituted hew
as tremendous precious jewel few
chore birthdays promise with clear clue
how ye go above and beyond
call of sisterly duty aware remaining life
(mine) would be far inadequate to accrue
equitable devotional, emotional,
and financial recompense.
Hence feeble attempt
to distill some essence
with words that appear
incomprehensible and dense,
cuz writing more comfortable
verses talking, which
often jabbering (more like a wookie)
(think fictional hirsute humanoids
in Star Wars universe)
often makes no cents.
Tempus fugit fleets at light speed
quasi immortality conferred as generations rebreed
all the while unwittingly transmitting indeed
idiosyncrasies, mutations, quarks... such as greed
myopia, selfishness... at death sorrow doth bleed.
friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,
but it's elusive spirit - always beyond our fingers' reach.
resentment, disappointment, heads thumped in anger,
each of us in a role, obligatory - never had a chance ...
oh, how I pleaded, many times, just to be your friend -
tears perishing in the stream of lost hope between us.
it is what it is, we are who we are, oil and water, thus.
still, you have always been my hero, there's no other,
the exemplar of character and integrity, innately kind,
talented, brilliant, hard-working, and always altruistic,
letting others, even friends, wittingly take advantage,
rather than risk a slight or argument ... or alienation.
goodness and decency were the edges of your sword,
a gallant knight, willing to lay his life for friend OR foe.
yet now my heart rends so for you, my dearest father,
armor rusting in the rain, sword blunted, halted steed.
and your faculties failing - that, the cruelest calamity ...
but still, you push to stand tall for your beloved queen,
and your squire is here, true, fain to shine your armor,
'til the bellman of Valhalla calls ... for it's most dear.
A beautiful cedar developed easily,
Planted in my garden so peacefully.
A striking exemplar in deep verdant green.
Keeps my delightful backyard nice and clean.
Reddish scented tall upright virgin wood
One needs to study its habit and understood.
No one should think of pruning without learning
One must be sage and be more discerning.
Evergreen framework, growing highly incensed,
An unpleasant-tasting resin, a squirrel’s defence.
Pollination takes place in Autumn,
Until Summer cones shed their blossom.
Rustic stance to universal view wonderful
Look, is not the garden now more colourful?
How tall it grows, how fragrant is its bark
And yet beneath its branches, it’s cool and dark
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Lord Jesus Christ triumphantly prevails
Servant-leader* Who never fails.
Leaving glorious home in heaven
Born humbly showing stewardship’s haven.
Saviour, rescuing from hell’s torments
Emmanuel, securing faith-works’ engagements.
Seeking sinners at love’s cost
Compassionate missionary to the lost.
Fulfilling first His supreme command
Winning souls as divinely planned.
Offering Himself as gracious sacrifice
He paid redemption’s great price.
Bearing iniquities upon death-altar
Indeed, He’s obedience righteous-Exemplar.**
*Matthew 8:1 , 23; Matthew 4:25
**Philippians 2:5-8 Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:
Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God:
But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name.
Ten-Word Couplet Series
December 5, 2018
Upon receipt of this paraphrase whenever it visits upon your person--free of dire straits and in trepidation, its infamous adage, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," subject to limits.
I've equivocated or tossed-up similarities of circumstances and their eventual outcome via two terse verse coursing, about a couple of other postings below this one.
It is--I strongly advise--recommended reading for matters of consequence hereafter, for such they'd be an exemplar for a better you.
Equivocation is hiding the truth, sway lies your way ... by telling a story, or stories.
If quantum knowledge serves you well, you'll see the clarity--via the obscurity and levity--and the light at the end of its veracity.
I think we're in trouble mate
why, what's wrong
I saw the pilot reading a manual
was it how to land a plane in a storm
no, how to fly one
???---!.
there's no life preservers on this ship, mate
I heard this captain say that the ship has a full complement on board
so what does that mean
well after the ship sinks
we'll just sit tight
with no life preservers
there'll be plenty
just wait a while
give or take ... !
Did I learn a worthy trade? Study war as a warrior?
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None of the above.
Yet I claim the kinship of all these,
my esteemed traveling companion:
Master Walt Whitman agrees.
I extol all of you America! All scoundrels,
wasters, longshoremen, coopers, sail makers,
beef butchers, mechanics, farriers, truckers,
tech analysts, grocers, grifters and daytime hookers.
I offer all of you my theoretical talents
and apply them generously to you,
the heaving throngs, and huddled masses.
Praise be and glory to all impractical scribblers,
liars, disgraced philosophers, tricksters, and drunks.
We poets celebrate ourselves,
save the world for ourselves alone,
warn of the terrible dire in the good,
the terrible good in the dire, while distrusting both,
yet still and all, disliking our own works
even more.
If eyesight could pierce the solar bright
And humans traveled at the speed of light
To be present at the yesteryear's glow
Seeing all colors of the rainbow
Reaching and touching the right wave
In this Elysian, to behold your babe
Physically adorn, the child is born
Hearing the spring of this precious being
This star of love: singing, beaming, blossoming
Dear little one, far above, dear little sun
Exemplar in the image of the Eternal Empyrean
Pursuing the blaze, viewing those first days
A blessing, Expressing
Choosing, climbing, falling, crawling
Dear little star it was not that long ago
Just a delight, a sunbeam innocent halo
Aging, changing
Dear little star who swam, immerse in the rain
Ordain and walk under the clouds on the earth’s terrain
Then in blink of an eye
Time evaporates dry
But within an unforeseen storm, this erosion of fear
Worn and torn, the lights disappear
Once upon a time…
The babe, now placed in a grave
The candlelight is far and now close
A twinkling white star among the cosmos
From an echo to a guardian angel
If our eyesight could pierce the starlight
Dear little one, dear little sun
The light will pardon, for the light has won
For the night must end
Alas the twilight will come
Oh, little star, thou wilt ascend
Because of the Eternal Sun
In remembrance of cuz J. and H. and you to my friend S. ><
Form:
BUTTERFLY
Fly O butterfly fly in the clear and sunny day
Fly about in freedom in your haphazard way.
Fly onto colorful flowers and plants giving sustenance away
Fly as only you know how and live to see and fly another day.
Such a creature that you are and so very delicately made
A marvel of creation clothed in colors which do persuade.
What a contrast there is while you're motionless to that when you're in flight
A splendid example of nature to which all the credit is due allowing this sight.
Although you have your own season and have much with which to display
You're only here for a short time and like to make the most of it each day.
With angelic-like wings of splendor it seems you fly around effortlessly
From one area to another wherever your discretionary whim takes thee.
And you have wings that are mostly poised upright behind you when in rest
While those of your kindred are but lowly hung and only widespread at best.
It also occurs to me you're more refined and sensitive by birthright than your relation
As you're the one who avoids flying headlong into objects and get the most adulation.
You are a creature of metamorphosis or the product and result of transforming change
Could this be the reason why that beauteous form of yours covers such a broad range?
For in the life-span which has been allotted to you a rare beauty you've now become
An exemplar of harmonious existence with nature that is evidently a hobby for some.
In the whole wide world there's hardly a creature that bears any resemblance to you
And it's only in your rather less noble relation the moth there's some semblance true.
You're verily also a creature that appears to revel in broad daylight
Though your cousin is mainly one who usually abounds in the night.
Fly O butterfly fly and may you find your happy mate
Fly to where love takes you and wandering does sate.
Fly all around to every place in your naturally free and delightful state
Fly as only you know how and live to share with all that eventful fate.
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Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016