Long Looking glass Poems
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"The Goodbye Road"
Glass slippers
cut roads clean
like diamonds
they dance through the storm
and Yellow is just a colour
ribbon tied around a tree
never Gold
Monkeys fly
flattering mongrels
who walk the lonely roads
always on their own
with soft feathered 'friends',
soap sudded soupy vowels
and horny (backed) toads
Christmas
comes and goes
Unicorns are ridden
until their jewels 'n horns 'n hearts are torn
Everything in a suspended world
glows sunset in mystical rose
The last poem you wrote
is always the last ode
Poems drip off a tongue
whispering
to the vast global empty zone
like blood slides
down a sword
like dropping crumbs
to the silent
dog whistles
and absent jingle bells
baptised slowly by
too much brandy
egg nog whiskered
licking Life's
luscious lips
mistletoe led
snookered
ray bans on
8 ball holy holed
Road Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Christmas/New Years
gvlm
“Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Sara Bareilles”
https://youtu.be/5vtguBvC-zk
"’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.
"Permanently on the "Naughty" List"/Anonymous
....and I haven't even started making the Rum Balls yet...
regards,
somewhere,
lost in OZ.
yeah, I know, you ALL love me. Hard not to. x
LYRICS/ Goodbye Yellowbrick Road/Elton John
https://genius.com/Elton-john-goodbye-yellow-brick-road-lyrics
I am Alice, trapped and trying to find my way home.
The world is topsy turvy. I yearn to be back amongst comfort and safety from whence I came. Where cats are cats and rabbits cannot tell time. I long for the warm glow of my parents' hearth.
I am learning more the workings of this place and trying to act accordingly but when what was big becomes small, and one-dimensional figure heads make the calls how can I but fall, fall, fall.
I fear if I ever make it back home my family may not recognize me… I barely recognize myself.
For it is I who has changed. The house may look the same but my reaction to it will be different. My perspective indefinitely altered from my time on the other side of the looking glass.
Beyond the fabric of space;
Beyond black holes secrets;
Well hidden in the wall of stars;
Lay a realm of mystery.
Abiding there, perhaps a god,
Perhaps angels, perhaps not.
What if a mirror image lies there;
Or a parallel space?
What if there is a realm of myth;
Where unicorns or minotaurs reside;
What if it’s where giants came from;
What if cryptids, those planets run?
What if it’s a giant looking glass;
Made of obsidian, oh so black;
Perhaps just ocean; on etheric sea;
Oh what is that realm of hidden things?
Could we visit there someday?
Is there danger hidden there?
Perhaps it’s space for us to fill;
When we pass beyond the veil.
Then again, there may be nothing there.
Perhaps it exists for nothing more;
Than to have us wondering in awe;
just fuel for the imagination.
If I never write another poem again
Will you remember me
All the parts of my heart I exposed
The morsels of my soul
The intricacies
The pain
My manufactured pieces of joy
Humor
Wisdom from a fools pen
Stains dripped from a troubled mind
I sit here with head in hand
Looking at a blank page
Fearing I have nothing left to say
Coaxing my brain to respond
Drip
Drip
A word
A corresponding heart beat
An image projected
Displayed
Choreographed
Spinning
Coming to life
I wish you to reach out
Take it in your hand
Feel touch
Smell
live within the space
Allow the idea to expand
Grow beyond a page
Put leaves on my trees
Climb my branches
Drink from my streams
Add color to my rainbow
Breathe through my lungs
See through my looking glass
For if I never write another poem again
I can sigh and say
It has all been worthwhile
You heard my call
Responded
Understood
Seen the previously unseen
Walked along my landscapes
Left a part of yourself
Drank from my cup
Sat at my table
You my honored guests
The one I will remember
For you are the reason
My pen drips and my heart smiles
You help me remember
To see
To believe
One word at a time
Entry for PD's Free Verse Contest
Beautiful
Through the looking glass I can see
All the things I dream can be
A beautiful day
A heart opened all the way
Nobody with a day wasted
All have love, at least tasted
A blue sky
No one with a reason to cry
A hand to hold
To be told
As you grow old
Your loved like no other
Everyone can forgive their brother
Someone to hold
See beauty untold
A smile in the heart
A new start
Love in mankind
Some day they will find
That hates a waste
Leaves a bitter taste
Takes life the wrong way
Take time to say
I truly love you
So be true
Be kind
You'll really find
Love will win
I tell you again
Don't give in to hate
Such a horrible fate
You must join me
And together we can see
The start of something new
It begins with you
It's true
It may take awhile
But we can make all smile
A broken clock is right twice a day
Perspective reflective one may say
Who can ignore the inner child’s voice
Timing designing decisions cherry choice
Is it time to look forward to future things
Golden opportunities for visions green
Or do we glance behind treasure past
Writing inviting psalms of looking glass
Mahogany memories like tangerine so sweet
Looking upon past dawn of beautiful things
Who is to say which is of more significance
Time so divine guided destined omnipotent
So looking back or ahead both take faith
As broken clock won’t change time anyway
A broken clock is right twice a day
Perspective reflective one may say
This image of me, now so many years later
each year looking, I’ve found some imperfections
Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last,
peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness,
Years passing, why my image in my mirror
should have creaked by, each year looking
will my image fade in front of my Looking glass
I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see
So now seeing time as if it stood still each time,
touching this image onto my glass of memories past
wrongs, rights, scars, life time stories untold all mine
My life has found it's way full circle to gray, at last
Things I see now in my looking glass,
are all part past, present, future, why I’m handsome
graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class
so I will leave my mark, "love" too touch someone
Who can walk the road I've traveled
though not yet so far,
but me?
Who can compare what all I've seen
to piece together the reflections in me,
but in the looking glass,
we contrast,
when only I have.
Who can say they've done the same
when the task is but one to another game-
and this I've lost,
and this I've gained.
No two could recognize the same
When they have not.
And who can share the well
from which my emotions flow,
though as yet reasons are discreet
unless I tell them where to go?
So when we at a crossroads meet
so do the paths proceeding-
wind and blind,
how you perceive
the light at the end of the road I keep.
The Mountain withstands time the Agent Elder who once spewed an earthly inferno
Now rests quietly in peace. I climb higher holding onto tree branches covered in moss In a
rainforest where time is lost I breathe in the early morning dew that smells like cotton
candy and the Evergreens of a sugary Maple. Houdini escaped the chains of monotony, and I
did too. I was a prisoner in the confines of Whitby Plain suburbia nightmare. Cookie
cutter homes and the middle class daily life.
I wouldn’t fit in next to a water looking down on everyone else. I almost lost my edge… a
shadow version of myself. My Light My confidence to shout out and sing had almost gone out
Peering down into the Glacier lake. On top of my mountainous escape into the looking glass
surface I am overjoyed and see the sadness of my trapped heart dissipate
Form:
THERE GOES THE LOOKING GLASS
There goes the looking glass
It's shattered and yet serene
The queen's out of business
The dwarves look really mean
There's snowy and a mountain
Yet the ride was really long
The apple and the eye drops
Were in tears that said belong
The house was simply empty
With no wolf no cubs and bare
With grandma in the oven and
The twin kids are always there
The live and love was never distant
Yet in the garden one was all alone
With crystal balls and constant calls
Always near and closer to a phone
A goose was gone by morning
And the eggs were in the fry
Yet gold and glean glistened
With an always simply in a try
Then the story turns to ashes
Yet a magic steals the shown
In a queen who saw a vision
Of just two or three to know
So, the capture for the moment
Is in a picture that's not a tale
In a fable that was not so funny
In an ending of a happy or a well
Yet it's jack be quick who listens
With all the candles and no flame
Simply for the reason in a many
Yet just two or three to name