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The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream
Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams,
Are ripped in the accretion disc.
No longer avid, but seeking meaning in the mundane.
No longer enraptured by the she said, he said,
And all that jazz, no iota of care; for trifling muses,
Their short goodbyes or critique, no not one,
Their infighting and bad blood, no longer,
No nuts to crack, nor rain to flush, no iota of care.
It was never about who is better,
Neither has it been nor will it ever be,
About any Magnum Opus.
Like doors closing and skies descending,
Each visiting muse devoid of ardor,
Oblivious to the yawning dawn,
Or the scent of sprouting posies.
Jaded, without allure or sheen
And devoid of all its lustre.
Maybe one day soon a spark will reignite
And reanimate this frenetic mused madness
But until then...
I remain adrift in this sea of trivialities,
Worrying about trifling stuff
Like ad blockers and AI opinions
And irked...
By their emasculating knowledge
Poem Of The Week(POTW) -9/15/2024 To 9/21/2024
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you look through the peephole,
does a pitchfork illuminate your adjectives of me
to make ammends, i attempt to prepare reconstruction soup
dismal is your evenly distorted reaction,
and it spreads like a plague colorfully seducing
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you tiptoe through your
personal daydream curiosity excursion,
do the thorns medicate the adjourning of your wrongful judgement
to reignite the luminosity of the art, i try to mediate the enlargement
of the minimal medium....hoping to plant New Seeds of Effervescent
Memorial Happenings....
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you frolic in your newly zigzagging
temperamental era, will the soft surroundings
in the wayward wind unite to provide the now unbeknownst
warmth of reality formerly monikered "WHAT ONCE WAS"
for the mere purpose of simply existing, once again i give the foundations'
lost a quarter of a whole to again begin hourly repolished works.....
to once again wish away on.....
You were diligent, honest, and keen
when you first joined our ranks.
Your efficiency was a quiet marvel,
your integrity is a sturdy backbone.
I, the head, was blind to your worth,
too caught up in flashier performances.
Your steady hand went unnoticed,
your silent triumphs uncelebrated.
Now the organisation falters,
burdened by flashy incompetence.
I look at you with newfound eyes,
finally seeing what I missed.
This time, it's I who am in dire need
of the qualities you embodied all along.
Oh, but your spirit is dimmed now,
worn down by years of neglect.
The spark in your eyes has faded,
And your once-eager steps now weary.
My belated recognition comes too late
to reignite your dampened fire.
You've learned to blend with the shadows,
no longer seeking approval or praise.
The efficient, honest you, I now crave,
but has retreated beyond my reach.
My heart felt old; I sought the cold.
Canada’s land was what I planned.
Among trees grand and far inland
To dance my sad brand of sarabande.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignite our love in brief rapture; abruptly fading.
Far from the shores I now abhor
Where eyes of blue were wrenched from view;
A grisly depart for my sweet heart -
A rag doll tossed and dragged into the deep.
Winter trees in chiaroscuro
Cuffed by icicles grip and snow.
Dark, defrocked beeches beseeching;
Limbs pleading for the sap of Spring.
Staring into those leafless woods
As cotton obscurity falls;
And gloaming passes into night,
Something I see sheds its dark veil.
Life bursts anew; I plainly view
Your windswept raven hair framing
Jeweled eyes and lips set in tan
An amaranthine vision of
Our ancient love, so evergreen
Waiting sweetly in the deep snow.
So near, so there, but not now here
A snapping branch broke quietude.
Daring damsel of Tavira,
My heart still glows at thoughts of thee
Cuddled close on Algarve beach
White wave swash foam tickling our toes.
Our brash love was a high wire act
Done without any safety net.
Diving the sky, diving the deep;
Scaling the peaks; dancing in Rio.
Passion flowed allegro con brio;
Alloying us ‘neath moon and sun.
Until you vanished in the swirling sea
West of the sandy swath of Algarve.
Stolen, seized by a great white shark
As your surfboard raced past mine.
Absent your smile my life seems spent
As if impaled on Triton’s trident.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignites our love in brief rapture, abruptly fading.
2/11/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
The path led to rose bushes cul de sac.
Early in the morning, we sat down to rest.
Dewdrops are still shining on the track.
At our feet, a swarm of ladybugs, deft.
Petrichor arose as the July rains left us back.
A strain expressing your clumsy affection.
Tune into your breathing and heartbeat.
This is a dreamy time for such passion.
Flog love is bound to the cul-de-sac part.
It is essential to preserve buried emotion.
This curvy, icy nook is set in a helix maze.
Poetry and syncopation reignite the fire.
Even talking may be risky at night phase.
Shut the door if you wish to quell desire.
Light should be veiled by a smoky haze.
Platonic ties might be a bottomless sack.
Lyricism, zeal, and merit are key factors.
The outcome of love, then, is not a cul-de-sac.
if these are quickly obfuscating actors.
Intending that love is the sweetest shack
A full moon glides through winter dreams.
The cul-de-sac ice rink is nearing its end.
Facing reality while reminiscing streams.
Droplets seize their will to settle and wend.
Twilight moon shines with merry schemes.
Ashen-faced friends slow-motion blast.
In the cul-de-sac, the lovely house fades.
Sleeping flies swirl the remaining cast.
My cup is filled with an autumn shade.
Affinity seems to be a shackle of fact.
Only going out mattered, for a brief time.
Spring equinox has just been drenched.
Paddle a boat through the azure, sublime
The skeletons' soliloquy was quenched.
Without other elements, this is grime.
The lake thawed as the ice started to glow.
for the goal of exposing the ostentatious.
Cut on a slant, with a glimmer of a rainbow,
As my mother would say, you are gracious.
This is not how you wish your child to grow.
That desolate road cul-de-sac of shame.
I imagine the life I'd lead there as a coward.
Swans, a lake house, and a child on tame.
The tourmaline-dazzling wisteria has soured.
Parents were overjoyed to view the game.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 02, 2023
This Or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
There is a time for poetry,
a time for petals as metaphors.
There is a time to sing,
a time for lovers to serenade.
There is a time for music,
a time for harmonic symphonies -
and there is a time for silence.
In the world today,
there is no need for hypocrisy,
nor lies from judgemental minds.
In confusing times,
crows grin, as clowns and jesters
fight for imaginary thrones.
It is not a time to kill your voice.
As wolves imitate shepherds,
now is the time for peace.
A time to reignite the muse,
a time to douse the fire,
a time to express, a time to speak,
a time to write, a time to sing,
a time to play, a time to rise!
It is a time to write,
a time to breathe,
before it is time to die.
Simple Musing
Silent One
16 December 2018
We went away heaps of times, to busso, gerro, freo, york, bunbury and albany
I remember most the latter and how you wrecked my bike so horribly
I carried it up a hill, while you went to get the ute
But after awhile I decided to cycle the damned route
We found a little restaurant called HK's
Not sure it will be so cheap nowadays
We went to see the natural bridge and the gap
It was so scary it made us crap
We've been to bussleton quite a few times too
You learnt how to dive, and I was so proud of you
Every moment with you I cherish in my heart
I never thought we would ever part.
Our love was beautiful and so strong
Things went bad when you parents came along
When they vanished once again
You found your love hard to sustain
Babe, I love your smile and your laugh
You gave me a time and a half
I love the way you smell
makes me think we came from the same cell.
Stand by me when the days are dark
Soon we will be able to reignite that spark.
My plans for you were always sincere
I got lost somewhere tying to make it clear
Hey babe, you were my true love
You fitted my slipper like a glove
But time was always my enermy
It ran out and so did my tenacy
I worked real hard on my legal case and house
Preparing for our future like a mouse
I worked so hard to make it real for you
But on the journey you threw me your shoe
Oh babe, I wish I could turn back the clock
But the bloody thing just goes tick tock
I will never love again
memories of you will ensure it is never quite the same
I know no-one is really to blame
But I wish I could deal with the pain
You will find someone whom you like
I just hope you don't go for a dyke
oh my darling darling girl
why can't you give it one more whirl?
love george (you will always be in my heart)
O soul unbound by pomp or praise,
You walk the earth in humble ways—
No jeweled crown, no trumpet sound,
Yet peace and warmth in you are found.
Where others rush with tangled aim,
You breathe with calm, you speak with flame
Of steady hope and open skies,
A mirror of the wise and wise.
You do not seek the world's grand stage,
But in small acts, you turn the page
Of lives unseen, and hands unmet,
With kindness none will soon forget.
A gentle word, a helping hand—
Not for applause, nor to command—
But just because your heart believes
That every soul deserves reprieve.
And oh, your light! So softly cast,
It stretches far, though shadows last.
You find the sun in storm and night,
And teach the stars to reignite.
Simplicity—your sacred thread,
Woven through the words you've said;
A cup of tea, a morning breeze,
A laugh that puts the heart at ease.
O bearer of the quiet good,
Who plants not pride but brotherhood,
May every path you dare to take
Leave blossoms gently in your wake.
What makes us?
All the differs
Make us suffer
I challenge any sucker
to tickle the ivories
And aline with me
To make a beat
So we can agree
We're in a dark place
Standing with straight face
Waiting for the grace
To take the place
Of any person
Who stands as one
Ready for the demon
To enter their sermone
We all know the truth
But some chose to refuse
That life is a ruse
Evil with no excuse
Music is the light
Excitement to reignite
Joy in the heart of life
So why choose to fight
Embrace what beat cometh
With a sound loud enough
To blow away the bad stuff
That we're to believe is rough
Hopefully opens your heart
To make a start
As to rehabilitate the heart
And hopefully appreciate art
"MAGIK"
True Power arrives when
Magik is delivered,
felt and seen
in the cracked and lonely,
the lost hearts broken, that believe
true power
two as one
A quill is the first token
Mirror potent conductor
transfers spells through
open windows reflection
Manifestation
Mirrors seen through
Open windows reflection
Only some see true Magik
The others dream
The others dream
Only some see true Magik
Open windows reflection
Seen through Mirrors
Manifestation
Life’s a Harry Heller show
Dark wolves become
soft paws protecting
not suffering
Hermine walks away
from eternal black heart
trapped in forever black-holed sun
Magik
Manifestation
Two reflections
Conquering as One
Only some see true Magik
The others dream
Love is the key
Manifesting
A quill is the first token
Where the quill and verse of spell arrive
through which windows and mirrors
and the hands in which hearts are held survive
Only true Magik
WILL
tell
Only some see true Magik
The others dream
So mote it be.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“BELIEVE”
"No Light, No Light"/Florence and the Machine
https://youtu.be/HGH-4jQZRcc
“The new is always at our doorstep when we feel most lost.”
“While the Dark Night of the Soul is a process of death, the Spiritual Awakening Process is the rebirth.”
“It is only when we are truly alone, without someone else to lean on, left with our own inner solitude that we can undergo a process of change. The introspection that is needed to bring out the light that has dwindled down to ash and reignite the fire of our being. So let the darkness shape you, let it reform you, let it cradle you and birth you into a new life. Let the spark flame again, in the darkness is where you will find it.”
"Big God"/Florence and the Machine
https://youtu.be/_kIrRooQwuk
“You necessarily have to be lost, before you’re found.”
"Moderation"/Florence and the Machine
https://youtu.be/ScxZwXH09Ws
“Enlightenment arrives like a thief in the middle of the dark night of the soul.”