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If only you could see me, like the way I see you..
I've been around a long time, I have an insight view.
Your journey has been long, and full of ups and downs..
I know.. because I've been here.. I've always been around.
Your picture perfect canvas, may fool them from the start..
But I see right through you, your cold inside your heart.
Everytime you reflect, your secrets are deep within..
What you project on the outside is mask of evil sin.
I replicate your visage, and the essence you imbue..
Unmasking every deceit, and every hidden hue.
You've gazed at your reflection as I've looked back at you..
Your mirror is the portal to all Karma overdue.
A severed umbilical cord is
just the beginning of life,
but the heart binds unhindered
no matter what!
have you seen a mother’s tears
when her child is in harm,
or a bison advance on a wolf pack,
to save its calf?
we feel the pain of distant love,
sometimes the tremors of their longing,
sometimes a cloud of a passing worry,
a missed beat, of an event unseen!
life cannot always be explained
with values of science, nor attractions
through laws of gravity,
a mirror reflects your image,
but does not replicate your personality,
in that simple truth you realise,
the limitations of physics, and the
power of creation beyond the reaches of science.
world we live in - is physical, our bodies are physical,
but projected thoughts and feelings are ethereal,
cannot be computed by any known apparatus.
you know my love, by the sense of your feelings,
I know you, by the sincerity of your thoughts,
when we cease to be, tears still roll down,
from unseen memories,
I shall always remember you,
and love you, for what you represent,
the values we adore, and that bond,
that no nuclear reactor can ever gauge!
So when I say, I love you,
believe me, I do! and I bring no
flowers or cards to say so!
Premium contest 3 winner
Written 11/11/2023
The Metaphysics of Human Connection and Existence ' poetry contest
Jaymee Thomas sponsored
If death is what the people fear
Then give them beer
For if religion
Is truly opium for the masses
Then empty there glasses
And withhold there bread
Until the starving succumb
And they finally understand
That it is I
Who hold there lives in my hand
So if it is God they truly seek
And they do not wish to meet there maker
Then they better start praying to the undertaker
And just to be clear incase there is any confusion
That is me
There 1 and only God on earth
If they want to prolong there stay any further
Man who fear's no God
Fear's no divine retribution
For him there is no hell
So what the hell
The devil may care
And he doesn't share
He is the Opium
The Father of a submissive nation
Who stoke his innermost desires
To make hey while the sun shines
On his throne of demented divine crime
That lines the pockets of tax chest's
That remain a king upon there throne
Of thorny brow and sleeplessness nights
That what he has taken by force of foe
The streets of blood blackened thick
No 1 dare challenge
Under fear of death
The stricken cower
Knowing yet this common man
Is flesh and blood
And 1 day 2 will die
Only to replaced
By another unhinged reprebate
Who will replicate
The power cycle
Caught up in the mantle mire
Of head of state
Kneel before me
I am all
I am the sun, I energize your day.
I speak expressly to the humid air;
'dry up for a day that is bright and fair.'
I command moisture to dry the lush hay
for non-ruminants to be well nourished.
I am ageless, and I am distinguished.
My golden rays have living things enriched,
my yellow rays induce the labourer's sleep,
having toiled so hard for his family's upkeep.
The flower smiles at my usual advances,
and with her fixed gaze, she makes no glances.
My loving rays speak with no utterances.
The day flourishes with my assistance,
as I serve from my celestial distance.
My service to you, none else can replicate.
Without me, life-form will from the earth vacate.
I like my soup fresh.
Not that stuff from cans or dried-up in packets.
Soup needs time to simmer ...
Releasing savory ingredients from around the world
That recipes intend to convey.
Impossible to replicate, exactly,
As the Chef would want or hope.
But sharing is essential. We do the best we can.
Expressing our inner selves
With a little more of this or a little less of that.
Each creation a bit different or something completely new.
My taste buds love surprises!
So many flavors from every edge of the globe.
An Art that will never be extinguished or fade away.
You and I are a rare commodity.
Thank you for letting me sit at your round table.
And you'll always be welcome at mine.
It seems we've come up with numerous definitions,
For life, and what it all means.
From the biological to the philosophical,
And all the various strata in between.
The scholarly sciences, may include the aspects
That need to respirate, regulate, and replicate.
While philosophers might wonder how we
Facilitate, proliferate, or just deal with our hate.
Recently I've seen our evolution, along the
Political spectrum grow and accumulate.
Where fantasy has driven false narratives,
And chaos remained for those to speculate.
Will life now be defined by the social-economic,
Or will it divide our very structure again?
Since these interactions can certainly be the death of us all,
And life may never be the same as it has been.
Wake up America and hear the call.
We brave the weary winds of war.
Fought in our back yards and streets.
We view our neighbors as perilous adversaries.
Pulled blindly asunder by the typical forces.
The affluent efforts to sway the masses.
We succumb to their obvious divisive tactics.
To bind us with self-serving lies.
Such examples are permanently etched in time.
We decline education from the written past.
Therefore we are destined to replicate same.
Stuck on a carousel of inevitable fate.
Leaving our nation with a dire future.
Heft your ballot and drop your arms.
Save what is left of our Democracy.
United We Stand, Divided We WILL FALL.
how can you really describe love?
two hearts making one connection.
opening up to each other and seeing there flaws as perfection.
man and woman in a age long game of chess,
move after move.
there is no real way of describing love,
many have tried with paintings in the louvre.
others write poetry to try satisfy there hearts.
when you lean in for a kiss you want it to last forever,
that moment is our heaven on earth,
which is something we all endeavour.
when they lay there hand in yours you never want to let them go,
there is no way for science to replicate that experience.
and what about when you loose your touch of your heaven,
are you supposed to love someone else?
the promises made in the passion of our intimacy.
some find someone new, others wonder how they show such simplicity.
living with the burden of hope,
fully engrossed by love.
its the one thing on this earth no one can explain,
i can only tell you about the experience.
but to actually feel it, is profound.
crazy how eyes can seem so beautiful,
in them is where love is found.
i may never let go of you,
so i guess i will just have to enjoy the view.
It all sparks off
With the mention of the park
Her white tail twirling
Relishing the renewal
Of her communion with nature
Her contact with her ancestral past
Then off to the park in the car
Where ,after taking her ease,
She sniffs at the sourness
Of tired vegetation
With more attractive smells
To follow.
Let off her lead,running free
Through the rustling carpet of russet,
Her paws paddling with pleasure
Until she stops ,stock still
A sentinel searching
For a lightning flash of a glimpse of grey.
Then off like a rocket in pursuit
Only to be left beaten and baffled
Beneath a tree circled several times
Letting out little yelps
Revisited every round
In the off chance
Of catching one unawares
Here it is the survival of the fastest
Off she slowly trots
Disappointed,
Her short pants the sonar
To detect where she is
When out of sight.
With every patrol around the park
Her pace begins to slacken
To be renewed at the mooting
Of a return home.
Slyly she tries to slip away
To escape having to leave
Her park paradise
With her lead finally replaced
That puts paid
To her thoughts of continued liberation
Back into the car she goes
Resignedly
And upon her return
Drifts into a deep dream
Where her ghostly yelps
And wriggling legs
Replicate her exploits
Of her daily walk.
Let me put it in Quotation marks!!!
This is not for the faint of heart
A world full of fakes and farce
Always on opposing sides many remain apart
Meanwhile the news is sad still breaking hearts
Once again the betraying starts
Can't replicate this ancient art
I can see the light, but all around it's painted dark
Doing my best at staying sharp
While swimming and facing sharks
How can you ever make it far
If you never take it seriously with great regard?
It's bad
I never thought I'd be this sad
All of it makes me a bit mad
Finding multiple avenues to withstand
Instead of staying stuck in quicksand
For pete's sake
He's a snake
Every part of me she hates
Jeez thanks
Difficult to keep faith
When it no longer seems safe
Too much seems fake
It's like I'm living in a dream state
I just want to be great
Instead of a cheapskate
I need cake
Duffles and a briefcase
Not a tea break
With teammates
You only get one life, not a remake
I got to get it right and keep pace
In the end
They wish you dead
Or want to see you live instead
I barely sleep
New discoveries buried deep
The path very steep
Yet fairly cheap
Risk is high, yet reward is priceless if you care to seek
It's a knock-off or a real name brand
Across a strange land
No longer the same man
Changed hands
With a new game plan
Cue the sad melody
Differently, it's yet to be
Too much getting the best of me
Eventually
In the end I see
It all will set me free