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7/20/19
"I'll be your Joker"
Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner
I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll man up and buy a stroller
As well as panels that are solar
Near and far from areas that are polar
Doesn't matter if I ever get a Range Rover
Or Roadster
I'm barely ever sober
Always been a loner
And stoner
3 months away from another October
If you want to be my Harley Quinn, I'll be your "Joker"
Not no poser
Where are you Scully? This is agent Mulder
Anytime you want, I'll be your shoulder
To lean on
From here to way beyond
For eons
Where's my Marge? I am Homer
I'll be your rock over and over
Since I've gotten nobler
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've seen it so much, I could compile a folder
Life's one giant rollercoaster
It's really revving my motor
All these women giving me a b***r
And then the cold shoulder
As if I am an ogre
I remain a soldier
Drinking high end coffee, no more Folgers
Getting wiser and older
Becoming bolder
As the world gets colder
I'm not feeling dolor
Just multi tasking, while a fire continues to smoulder
Maintaining my composure
Finding closure
Getting closer
To greatness instead of being mediocre
I enjoyed the work I did with several growers
As well as trapping some gophers
Occasionally I'll partake in poker
Even though I'm not the best hoaxer
Once or twice I used a fire stoker
When it came to Mary Jane, I was a doter
A fan of it's fragrance, it's not what I'd call an odor
I consume some products made by Clover
And am usually in places considered remoter
It's time I get a toaster and holster
I don't really need a Flame Thrower
Or to get my face on a most wanted poster
Suit yourself if you want to wear a boater
Or choker
Houses in continual foreclosure
Not always wise to go for the price that is lower
Someday my mind and body will be slower
And one day it'll all be over
10-4 over and out
And now you know, what i'm really about
Not just by word of mouth
As they say don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Regardless of if you had your doubts
By: Dalton Ogletree
The term luxury doesn't always mean
the most one can buy on an expensive item. It could mean
an item that is Luxurious has no price one can meet.
Such as your heart or your child or even you. We like to think
of luxury as the most beautiful that commands a price. Yet, beauty
is in the eye of the beholder and sometimes more often than not;
no price can come close to that.
I love that which is unattainable. For it makes me strive for the
thought of it, if not the possession of having it, worthwhile.
So, next time you see a luxury item you'd like to possess, sigh
to yourself and say "that is mine for the asking." And, it will be.
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There among the petals of my past as miniature wings buzz,
bouncing here and there, my mind follows their wayward path,
becoming lost within the patterns meandering, recalling those
moments when we imagined this oasis, out beyond the arbor
where our love bloomed as daffodils on a warm spring day,
when beauty was destined to the eye of the beholder as
it was to our little friend upon finding a perfect rose
Now as I peer past the fractured lattice, where weeds of all
shapes and sizes have gathered, my eyes become moist when
a pest bumbles towards my face and I swat it down.
As I watch it wriggle in the overgrown grass, yellow
and black bands desperately trying to reclaim its journey,
I see that day when winter set about your frail frame
and you wilted before my eyes
Picking up a stick I gently lift the insect from the grass
and watch it happily fly away, tiny wings on a chilly spring day,
glistening through the clouds that wrap this place in your absence
and I wonder if your wings are fluttering as I think about
you. When I notice a single daffodil blooming among the
bramble and thicket, a soft yellow reply fluttering in the breeze
and I gaze up to the heavens and smile
9/4/19
Written for: Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Pushing the liquid, pleasure deep
into electric veins n wires
feeling the rush of white light
burning out
all fading imagery
searing memories
all neurons fire
transcending transforming
pushing beyond the cold n dark
feeling the supernova
blossom of fire in brilliant liquid divinity
deep within electric circuitry
& silicon desire
rush of fire
pushing the liquid
the liquid pleasure
deep into my spires
feeling it crawl up my spine
the becoming of white
understanding undefine
what never was
never seen, serene
all a wash in electric light
a hum of quiet, a machine
Pushing, pulling,
transcending, transforming
All are suspended
into the cold, bright infinite supernova
reflecting in the eye of the beholder
BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.
A BEAUTIFUL FIND IS ABOVE THE SHOULDER.
AN OPEN MIND HAS INCREDIBLE VISION.
IN LIFE THAT'S ALLWAYS A WISE DECISION.
YOU TOOK ON THE WORLD, YOU HAD NO FEAR.
YOU HAD YOUR PRINCIPLES, YOU HELD THEM DEAR.
YOU WOULDN'T BUY WHAT OTHERS BOUGHT.
YOU DIDN'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT.
YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO WHAT GOVERNMENTS SAID.
YOU WOULDN'T LET POLITICS INSIDE YOUR HEAD.
YOU LIVED YOUR LIFE ALL ON YOUR OWN.
FOR MANY FOLKS FREEDOM WILL NEVER BE KNOWN.
IT APPEARS TO ME A MESSAGE WAS LOST.
A LINE WAS DRAWN AND APPARENTLY CROSSED.
THE TIME WAS PRESANT AND THEN FADED AWAY
REFFERED TO NOW AS YESTERDAY
in the eye of the beholder,
lies the crown truth
in the eye of the beholder,
lies the crown jewel
in the eye of the beholder,
lies the crown jewel truth
the truth lies within the eyes of the truth
the truth is the crown jewel
the truth is the crown jewel truth of an eye
the truth is the crown jewel truth of the beholder
the eyes lies within the truth
the eyes lies within the crown jewel
the eye lies within the eye of the beholder
within the eye is within the beholder of an eye
within the eye is within the truth of the beholder
within the eye is within the crown jewel of an eye
the crown jewel of an eye is the crown jewel of truth
the crown jewel of an eye is the crown jewel of the beholder
the crown eyes of the beholder is the crown truth
the eye is the truth,the eye is the beholder,
the eye is the crown jewel
In the eye of the beholder
To navigate between truth and lies skill is needed
I read in the Guardian, famous as a paper speaking the truth
but somehow, in the current debacle sounds like
polite propaganda.
There is a site called GAB, rather right-winged; I think
whose news is a corrector, of what is said in
the big papers.
Who speaks the truth?
It is like navigated in shallow waters of sandbanks
and in thick fog, all voices want to be heard.
What to do, we take the information to slosh it about
lies sink to the bottom, the truth is a bit obscured
Floats to the surface; depending on the experience
you had of life, make a choice.
Which invariable leads me to the left of the stream
In the river of words, when all is said a good place.
Eyes to the soul, is that true, I wonder, is that why I don't look up? To keep my inner most deep thoughts under lock and key?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then why aren't I blooming about for all to see?
Good thongs come to those who wait, yet, here I am still waiting, what's wrong with me?
You must let people see the good inside you, let them judge for themselves, I can't stand much longer for this good times to come.
My eyes are closed for those to see me, it's nothing grand, what do I have to offer that others haven't already seen?
Same thing, different day, nothing really important to say, if you truly want to see inside my soul, take me by the shoulders, turn.me around, lift my chin up to your face, and you will see, a lifetime of tears come falling down like spring rain, for I have been without human compassion for way too many year's.......
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's a cliche we often hear
Something one may observe as gorgeous
To another could be seen as fear
To some corridors could simply be passages
But to those that look from deep in their mind
They may be seen as arcane routes
Rooms and buildings entwined
Murmurous sounds from far away
Will often be confused
To some they may be sonorous
Even sounding like they've moved
A dazzling sight can really impress
As many will agree
So surreal they can't believe
Seeing it only as a fantasy
What one may see that others don't
Is seen as a mystery
Often coming from deep within
More than the eye can see
28 April 2016
Spring is a lovely season
After winter's cold and snow
Looking forward to this time of year
It sets our hearts aglow
Everything starts growing again.
All is fresh and new.
Birth of cattle, horses, lambs
With legs that look askew
When they attempt to stand up
As soon as they arrive
Their mothers look on relieved
Pleased that they survived
Tulips and daffodils
Flowering bushes, shrubs and trees
An abundance of new life and colour
What a sight to please
The eye of the beholder
Of all that looks so lush
As Mother Nature carries on
With her big paintbrush
First posted 2020