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Sometimes you can hide yourself in a mirror
Not everything’s revealed within its glimmer
What you see is only your outer reflection
You’re only looking at lights reverse deflection
Your eye’s look forward but only see back
It’s truly an optical mirage, a reflective façade
Sometimes there are lies in the reflection
Walls that are built to provide you protection
Like makeup used to cover flaws and cracks
Hiding blemishes and limiting the attacks
Paradoxes of light, a brightness that is dimmer
Illuminating the truth, obscuring the grimmer
Sometimes the truth is only seen as fraud
When your outer skin hides what is inside
Mirrors are unique as they capture misdirection
Curved paths of light are only retinal projections
Images presented to the world may never lack
But they may not represent a faithful track
Sometimes a reflection is defined by the shimmers
Of the underlying image like candlelight that flickers
Giving up truths behind the lies seen by refraction
In a mirror’s view when you are open to inspection
Less defined by vision compared to the abstract
Of what is promised to your soul through God’s contract
I stumble on contradictions and attempt the impossible
reflections condense as composure sings its ragged tune
a cacophony unfolds from the many voices in my head
´think you lost soul employ rationale logic and reason´
yet ´cogito ergo sum´ fails to reap desired conclusions
silent replays of consciousness search for virtue in vain
emotions challenge my path to balance and harmony
like sore synapses they stick to their sorrowful script
transmit dubious pathways in the quest for my centre
like a novice juggler I drop memories and anticipation
a trapeze artist losing his grip under the circus tent
sentiments and intuition yearn for tumble’s free fall
polar opposites and contradictions jumble the process
peripheral vision reveals blind spots and optic illusions
my safety net tangles antinomy’s unshackled threads
paradoxes parade in front of my eyes mind and spirit
yet they commend and complement mutual respect
inconceivable reconciliation remains a step on the way
I dance in moonlight sunshine and obscure darkness
Luna seeks solar fulfilment but trajectories interject
for a moment though I think and feel eclipses no longer
28th August 2020
Theme: Irreconcilable Paradox
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 22 - Lyric 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
My friend told me I have never loved in my life
And that is why I have never felt the need to mix bodily fluids
I find that strange considering I know heart breaks
But oh well, life paradoxes
Or I suppose I have no lust
I have kissed many a frog before
She says it's because I don't want to be bothered
She is on my side
Who is to know if she is really right
But I can tell you a bunch of things I have heard
They tell me it's surprising that I can be so firm
They think it's because I have way too many options
I find it amusing
How I am so great when it's other men
But suddenly when it's them they call me rigid
Talk about double standards
They say it's suppose to be natural
Well, natural my feet
I don't feel it
The love; the security
That can make me fall prey to their lousy tactics
And allow me to be defiled
Or I suppose I just have no lust
I suppose there are feelings which can't be conveyed by words
Feelings that can only be shown by actions
Call me alien
But can you worship me?
I am not enticed
Not even a little bit
I suppose I know no lust
4/27/17
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Changes rarely or often
Occuring by the top of the river mouth and at the bottom
Near and far from fruits and vegetables still fresh or rotten
As well as any flowers starting to blossom
Fields full or barely with any cotton or pollen
House that do or don't have a black cauldron
On the walls paintings or posters of batman and robin
I stood solemn
And navigated inbetween columns
Before I saw a downtrodden
Individual with the stature of gollum
They were drinking some concoction
Out of a goblet and eating an opossum
Inside a sodden area full of toxins
I had options
But stopped to talk and help if they had a problem
Untrusting and unresponsive
Until they started to soften
When I spoke truthfully, they began feeling awesome
Then reached the goal, by using their noggin
Realizing we all are allotted
So much time even if more is what you wanted
Whether or not you paid homage
And seeked wealth and knowledge
Always had a little or a lot in common
Many a times I have fallen
Been long forgotten
Heed with caution
And watch it
I'm coming in with more speed than an aeronautic rocket
And the force of a super sonic comet
Sorry that it makes you uncomfortable and on the verge of being
about to vomit
No I'm not, to be honest
The reason the house is so called haunted
The monster underneath your bed and inside your closet
With more clarity than any prophet
Amid molecules that split or bonded
Lines remained dotted
Or connected in and out of any quadrant
As the universe was in constant
Motion with occasional paradoxes
By: Dalton Ogletree
Exposed to Scriptures of truth declaration
My heart is settled with God’s assertion
midst paradoxes I cannot question
as they uphold faith-fortification.
Among such is “Lose to gain” proclamation---
choosing wondrous eternal direction
over ephemeral intersection:
heaven’s glory, or hell’s condemnation?
Gaining affirms triumphant transaction
amidst exercise of wise discretion
no losses for great optimization
ensuring wealth of maximized function.
So… what is lost in gaining possession
especially when done with one’s best action?
this is no enigmatic situation
in the light of prioritization.
I praise God for divine confrontation
exposing my spiritual condition
impoverished with worthless position
as I profit in my vain production…
By the Holy Ghost’s illumination
finite mind can find sublime solution:
losing soul* brings perilous destruction
when gaining whole world propels decision.
Thus, my spirit opts for earthly loss’ fruition
while vanquishing carnal domination
since Christ enables reconciliation
granting me everlasting life’s redemption.
*Mark 8:36 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
February 25, 2022
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 10: "Theme Chosen: Irreconcilable Paradox
Poetry Writing Contest"
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 3/2/2022.
Life is a song,
incomplete, yet soothing—
lullabies lulling the world to sleep
with its balladic lilt, gently swaying
to the depths of its nomadic
syncopation.
Where I can subdue archaic
hieroglyphics in hues of
rose gold notes, invading my
tentative aura, glistening upon
tragic horizons,
for the wandering seekers,
freely waltzing to arias of the moon,
escaping unsung passages to
desolate wastelands,
where fiends roam in spite;
surviving the clusters of
rain drenched clouds,
draining the life out of
sunken nocturnes,
lost in cataclysmic paradoxes
overshadowed by waves of
monotonous soliloquy.
Yet I crave the aphotic harmonies of
its flesh and bones,
cocooned in the stillness of
shadows that align,
stonewalling the
world so bent on exposing me—
finding my true element,
inhabiting where life meets its end credits,
resuscitating sentiments long forgotten,
enabling me to breathe.
Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch
I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den!
***
Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch
Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.
***
Negligibles
by Michael R. Burch
Show me your most intimate items of apparel;
begin with the hem of your quicksilver slip ...
***
Warming Her Pearls
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Warming her pearls,
her breasts gleam like constellations.
Her belly is a bit rotund ...
she might have stepped out of a Rubens.
***
Cover Girl
by Michael R. Burch
Cunning
at sunning
and dunning,
the stunning
young woman’s in the running
to be found nude on the cover
of some patronizing lover.
In this case the cover is a bed cover, where the enterprising young mistress is about to be covered herself.
***
First Base Freeze
by Michael R. Burch
I find your love unappealing
(no, make that appalling)
because you prefer kissing
then stalling.
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Nun Fun Undone
by Michael R. Burch
for and after Richard Thomas Moore
Abbesses’
recesses
are not for excesses!
***
Less Heroic Couplets: Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch
for and after Richard Thomas Moore
Love’s full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).
Published by *Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online* and *Poem Today*
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Retro
by Michael R. Burch
Now, once again,
love’s a redundant pleasure,
as we laugh
at my childish fumblings
through the acres of your dress,
past your wily-wired brassiere,
through your panties’ pink billows
of thrill-piqued frills ...
Till I lay once again—panting redfaced
at your gayest lack of resistance,
and, later, at your milktongued
mewlings in the dark ...
When you were virginal,
sweet as eucalyptus,
we did not understand
the miracle of repentance,
and I took for granted
your obsessive distance ...
But now I am happily unbuttoning
that chaste dress,
unhitching that firm-latched bra,
tugging at those parachute-like panties—
the ones you would have gladly forgotten
had I not bought them in this year’s size.
Originally published by Erosha
On the wheels of time I’ve travelled for long
on the crafted pathway of synthetic stage,
revolving my split mind, entrapped in polarity,
under the spotlight of the contrived moments,
enmeshing the confused me with paradoxes.
In the enactment of the drama of multifaceted life,
I see some bare faces displayed on plain mirror,
really reflecting the radiance of convivial heart.
I don’t perform with them by the prompt,
but I present me truly, for I adore their purity.
I face some veiled faces posing on warped mirror,
disguising the contorted lines of rancid rancor,
I dislike their fake facade, but I play a sagacious role,
my transformed face of spite, the actor in me,
conceals behind the deceptive mask.
July 24, 2020
Contest : 10-20 Lines On Mask
Sponsor : Mohan Chutani
My past already lived,
my unknown future is the only place to travel-
beyond paradoxes or predictions,
I could stand in a world beyond a human life span,
There to begin again, a quest for knowing.
New languages, new laws, new temptations
or delights.
I cannot say how I will travel there,
whether I step blindly into a parallel universe
or use velocity- based time dilation.
My imagination seems willing
but I feel stuck- in theories and Presentism.
How could there be any greater mysteries
or beauty to be discovered?
I think then of being childless.
Somehow dreams for some new Utopia
are cancelled and I
awake and sleeping
hold hands with solitude.
Suzanne Delaney
May 17th.
For Dave's Imagination Contest.
In the labyrinth of the mind, time is a river of lost memories,
A serpent of the future swallowing its tail, dancing on the bridge of night.
In the eternity of moments, presence hides in a corner of shadow,
Like a star burning secretly at dawn, never sinking below.
When thought scatters in waves of dreams and broken desires,
Time is an illusion flowing, but never truly arrives.
The mind is an old clock, ticking in its bizarre rhythm,
Weaving paradoxes, a silent song at destiny's altar.
Like a blind painter sketching his canvases in unknown hues,
We are carried by the wind of memories, by shadows unseen.
In every thought, a paradox finds its place, a fire and a snowfall,
And presence, like a phantom, calls us from another, dreamlike world.
In the endless flow, time is but a shredded dream among the stars,
A never-ending story, told by a bard of heavy silences.
For in the heart of eternity, the mind is but a shadow, a play of shades,
A paradox of existence, a dance of the moment, an echo that never fades.