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Her skin holds light differently, not borrowed, not reflected.
But absorbed, kept, deepened.
Her hair rechase upward,
Curling towards something ancient but still.
Hands hover near it as if curiosity attains more rights than her.
Her lips full of language, hesitate sporadically.
Not for the lack of words, but the careful knowing of how they will be received.
The knowing that every word must survive the distance between meaning and reception.
She entered with a practiced ease, but her presence was announced and judged long before she was ever allowed to arrive.
She rearranges herself daily, a chair pushed back here.
A mirror turned just slightly away there.
So the quiet fault line within her remains undisturbed, unnamed.
And still she moves as though none of this is spectacle.
Yet, the room recalibrates.
Subtly.
Precisely.
A shift so fine it evades accusation,
yet palpable enough to settle
against her skin like a second climate.
She, weary of being atmosphere, of being something reacted to.
Interpreted, forecasted. Weary of existing as the weather.
Discussed.
Rarely understood.
She desires the gravity of Earth instead.
To be unremarked in her permanence.
To hold weight without spectacle.
To exist without translation
Without the constant labor of being legible.
To be assumed, as mountains are assumed,
As soil is trusted, the ground is never questioned for holding.
And perhaps she will arrive as the sun arrives
not interrogated, not exceptionalized,
not a rendered anomaly
but inevitable, integral,
and entirely her own.
A heinous day opened my eyes,
A lifeless me slept beside,
O what scary moments were they,
for what I saw was the devil inside.
Their tears were the mirror of my eyes,
That washed away my lingering pride,
I sensed a torment of loss or victory,
Not too unknown for they were mine.
My clip of sins flashed before,
Their pain and wounds silenced me,
That inhuman figure had me disturbed,
A man so cruel I could not absorb.
That fire of guilt burnt my soul,
My deeds had left me forever stunned,
The token of pains my family attained,
Killed my soul yet again.
My body dispersing in the air,
Made me question my existence,
What peace a holy fire could give ?
To a man who never loved his dear ones.
If the "who" were an unknown, I would wander on,
Yet it is you, to whom I would refer and impose upon.
I know you bear to listen, even when my words are unclear,
And are sat firm beside me, a comfort, when I would shed a tear,
As memories summon forth, and all the more for this time of year,
The northern cold and frothing shores paint the furthest yesterdays,
Clearer, as she could be standing here, like always.
But time is a mirror, not of glass, but gather'd visions of the past;
Yet seems ages us, when ere we look closely, compared to last,
Tho' yesterday remains unaged and immune to future's cast—
"Sweet Mary, get to the lifeboat! The water is coming fast."
These, instead of, "I love...." were the last things she took from me,
Gifts that bore no comfort as the gale tossed her to the sea
Tho' the cold wave claim me, I swam for as long as any man,
But found only flotsam and a life, that to it furthest ran,
Yet wake midst the woe of crying people, families and friends,
To ebbing tides and tired winds; untethered lives and loose ends,
Life stories unfinished; and faith in a merciful god woefully diminished.
I learned the sea is made full of tears,
And a cruel indifference that would justify our fears
Tho' it feed us and slow the advancing foe
It remains cold and maketh common the grieving widow
And fatherless child, tho' by cup or drop, seemest mild
I guess what I'm asking is:
Why were she and I put here?
For her to die so young,
And water fill both our lungs?
I can't eat, I can't sleep;
I just walk this lonely beach.
Was there some lesson you'd teach?
Some wisdom we'd reap?
I long to know
What colours yet adorn the rainbow
For I cannot see,
Save for memory.
Please, tell me,
What's become of me,
And of sweet, sweet Mary?
Harsh cold breaths blowing gale force pounding drum bold
to the lightning striking blue diamond against ice freezing cold
Enrapturing a dark ebony satin night sky white silk cream velvet clouds
as the snow capped mountain lights up in a silver mist gleaming sparkles
One chain running a flood down the face as clouds of heaven open gates
lashing downpours of heavy pelting rain mixed with hail driven like bullets
Harshly outside roaring thunderstorms waves of air tossing this ship asleep
crying waves of voices through the breeze howling out rocking
Bending blows bowing down and asking for mercy the trees cry out moaning
spirits of the wind branches getting tore from the limbs standing to defense
Turf upon the fire rising white smoke signals it's warm here love
on this lonely cold winters night smiling faraway kisses a dream
Charming within deep loving warmth shipwrecked alone
crying howls into a cold full face moon entranced beautiful
Mirrors stand sentinel in homes,
African homes, where they're often still,
unused, like dining tables turned decoration,
gathering dust, devoid of purpose.
At night, when men slumber, the shadows stir,
underworld spirits manifest, their forms shifting,
observant, operative, unseen by mortal eyes,
yet their presence felt, a whispered rumor.
Ghommid spirits lurk, invisible, yet real,
their existence a mystery, a hidden truth.
Some abhor mirrors, standing tall,
reflecting their horrors, infuriating them.
Their rage unleashes chaos, destruction's path,
frustration and setbacks, a trail of broken glass.
The mirror's gaze, a provocative act,
unleashing fury, a maelstrom of malevolent force.
To avoid conflict with powers beyond our sight,
cover the mirror, shroud it in darkness,
silence its reflective surface, still its gaze,
lest the metaphysical realm exact its toll.
Do not dismiss me without a thought
If you listen carefully I'll share a lot
Although you may witness
a body that's weak
Within this mind
May be the answers you seek
I can still see clearly
although my eyes begin to fade
One day soon
Into the ground I'll be laid
Not very long ago
I was young and strong
Our youth is fleeting
It doesn't last very long
I never expected to live so many years
I have known my happy
I have shed my share of tears
Wisdom chose to come
unfortunately late
Those things I thought important
In the end we're not great
I've wasted much of my time
on the trivial things
Sought out pleasure
instead of spreading my wings
There were a few hearts
I broke along the way
That is my saddest regret of yesterday
Most importantly
this heart has known love
It's the one true gift
from up above
For Love set my feet firmly on a narrow path
Me who is flawed
Has escaped God's wrath
For in the end
I'm gifted eternity
Life is much bigger then I imagined it could be
Thankfully my journey has brought me here
I am a reflective surface
I can be your mirror
For your life is just starting
Don't waste a single day
True answers are revealed
when you learn to pray
Love others completely
Forget "Number One"
Seek out your purpose
it will lead you to be the Son
Too many are living
with the goal of self to please
The world is plagued by this horrible disease
Choose a purposed life
not the one of ease
Reach towards heaven
before life vanishes like a breeze!
For Silent One's last poem contest.
By:Richard Lamoureux
Written on August 27th 2015.
Markets smile, deep pockets make fat pile,
And when frown, fortunes come tumbling down.
In play of plump coffers
There’s no place for paupers—
Sophomore Dumpty’s tend to crash crown,
They prosper that possess wile and guile.
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Happenings |24.12.2022| Humour, Sestet
Poet’s note: It was as if only yesterday Elon Musk was crowned the king of fortunes at top of the pile. Today, his net worth has dropped by $ 135 billion. The rest of the tech tsars also watch their net worth getting depleted. India’s Gautam Adani at $110 billion has risen to third place. From almost nowhere in sight now appears Louis Vaitton to claim first place at $ 159 billion. The sestet is set in anapaest meter, and a mirror-like rhyme scheme. What we have here is just a Sestet, not a Sestina.
She is the drug that makes me so dark.
She makes me light the damning spark.
I’m in her cold mirror,
and she waves me nearer.
My body echoes her movement.
She is me, but with improvement.
We share brown eyes and a pale complexion.
She is me, but perfection.
She too has brown hair,
but carries a hunger in her air.
She shows me what the world sees —
a helpless girl weak at the knees.
She is not my reflection,
but a stark objection — Right?
Closer, she says. Come closer—
“Wouldn’t it be nice… to feel?”
“Close your eyes. Let’s make a deal.”
Listening, I pause — fixated and afflicted.
Slowly I nod. I am addicted.
With her electric gaze, entranced I become —
she possesses me so I slip and succumb.
My eyes go black, and my veins run cold.
Oblivion is the poison I’ve been sold.
Waves of euphoria, blurring and blushing —
the world around me faded and rushing.
Warmth and peace —
life is but a lease.
Off I go into sweet escape,
off I go under a tranquil cape.
Before long, my wave crashes.
My peace falling to nothing but ashes.
I open my eyes
and my high dies.
And she grins as she always does before fading into the glass.
And I can’t wait until we meet again.
Eye to eye
In the mirror what do they hide
So scared of what lies ahead
So engulfed in regret
Eyes blue as sky
Always so dark
Fragile in a sense
Tears roll down
How do they wake each day
To the unhappiness of life
Each morning wanting more before the day begins
Giving up on the promises of new
These eyes can barely look forward
Blinded by a fear unknown
Can't stand what they see how they resemble themselves
Stuck in a hopeless stare has lasted for years
The beard greyer but hasn't aged
Still frozen in a time so long ago
But as present more today then ever before
It's an endless cycle of despair and grief for youth gone by
How ridiculous everything has become
Play an endless mind game with your self
These eyes do see what truth is in lies
Blink years have disappeared
Time has faded by
There is no satisfaction in disgrace
Only an appetite to self destruct
When will these eyes fully see everything that is capable can be
When does looking away seem more reachable
When will these eyes see clearly
When they close forever
Who knows
But in the end others are depending on what they see in
themselves
And that is the look everyone you love needs to know.
Went for a walk outside my head.
The emptiness made me feel dead.
Changed my mind, went back instead.
Stayed inside and stayed in bed.
All that I have left to say.
Is I don't want to be this way.
Wondering 'bout wondering.
Why it is I'd want to stay.
Sometimes all some have to show.
Is knowing all that they do know.
The mirror of time shows every crack.
They want a break but get no slack.
The river winds, the tension binds.
It all goes out to sea.
The best that anyone can do.
Is ask if it is me.
A lonely road can't go both ways.
If you should turn around.
All that you would ever find.
Is what you never found.
The answer will not ever come.
Until you start to listen.
Then soon you'll see deep in your soul.
The message that you're missin'.