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You had her
You again had me
Now you’re not so sure
Just with whom you should be
Sometimes a hurt heart can’t be cured
Take off your rose colored glasses and see
Let those voices inside you finally be heard
Let them go and let them fly free
Then there are the things that are said without any words
That only can be told by looking into the eyes
We’ve known from the very start
There is something between us we just can’t control
Search your heart
You’ll find me there in you’re soul
We should’ve never been torn apart
I have this feeling I’m the one you never have quite let go
But for now I’m stuck with not knowing what to do
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to let you go
Yet I don’t want to give up on you
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I’m so confused
I would never do you wrong
However I don’t want to be used
I somehow need to reach you
Face you and hopefully make you see
No matter where you go, or what you do
You for me, me for you
To each others heart the other will always hold the key
It’s the Rain…
It’s the rain,
I think,
That causes a brain
To slow down
Long enough
On summer afternoons
To think with rose-colored glasses
To ponder dripping eaves
Dodging raindrops
To paint inspirations’ whisper
On misty winter windowpanes
Then sip rejuvenation
In thick stoneware mugs
Through autumn afternoons
Of early darkness
Devising sweet chocolate designs,
Plotting flight
An algorithm’s dance
Routes to reach mountaintops
Clothed with spring’s soft breath
In newborn eyes
Then
Reach for galaxies without names
Yes,
It’s the rain.
I think.
11-11-22
Contest: Inspiring Rainy Days
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Atheism is a schism
Defined by naturalism
If that’s the case
You may as well erase
And deny supernaturalism
But that's sedentary
Miracles are extraordinary,
That’s not an argument against them
Into the horns of a dilemma your hemmed
Without omniscience,
you must appeal to ubiquity
But it’s not that easy
You can’t just redefine things or deny things
(With these onion rings I thee wed
I say I hate onions, so do I just pretend
There’s no existence for all onion rings?)
The impossibility of the contrary
comes over hill and dale
Christianity is not a fairytale,
or an airy flail
All other worldviews fail
False gods, and self-deception curtailed
So, what has crept in?
What have you let in?
We must take all thoughts captive
To The One and Only Captain
The Reason for reason
So, look through the spectacles of Scripture
Let the Holy Spirit surround you as a cincture
This ubiquitous view
Presented (to the saints) that's me and you
To this conclusion (through human reason)
you did not picture
It’s a revelation from God
Swift are the feet with the Gospel shod
A commission to you and I
That came down from the Face of the sky
To where we all trod
Every tribe, tongue and nation (and borough)
To the Greek and the Jew here below
Jesus making us whole again
Washing us in His blood, all men
The blood making us whiter than snow
Looking through rose-colored glasses
Is adequate if you are the blinded masses
Seeing things through
An autonomous view
An argument succumbed to,
surmounted slower than molasses
Summatim in/de poetica:
(So faith and reason do not have to part
Like the stunted philosophy of Rene Descarte
And do not assume like David Hume,
or be in want like Immanuel Kant
Be more like Augustine,
who said "credo ut intelligam"
"I believe in order to understand)
The word smiths are the poets and the writers.
Sometimes they make your days even brighter.
All because they can make your daily loads seem lighter.
Yes the word smiths can either make you laugh, and smile.
They can even succeed in making you cry.
Causing salty tear drops to freely flow from your
sorrow laden eyes.
They can make your problems seem to almost magically
disappear. By seeing their own reflections in your mirror.
They know your suffering and your inner most pain.
Doing their very best to explain the game of life to others
such as you.
The word smiths seek to inform and enlighten you
according to their own particular views and mind sets.
Often they look at the whole wide wonderful world
we live in with "rose colored glasses." By seeking
enlightenment for the media's masses.
The word smiths of this blue planet earth we fondly
refer to as our home. Would be completely lost
without their fellow readers and writers.
Where else would they have to offer for inspiration?
Is it sad there is not freedom of the press in
every nation?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
You promised you’d always be around even when you had to make yourself look so silly to make me smile even when I couldn’t you we’re always around even when it meant making the impossible possible even when it caused all eyes to open fingers pointing name calling finally settling down you promised to always make me laugh smile and know that you will be there right there even when you caused the stir in the first place funny right seeing through rose colored glasses remembering the vagueness of it all was there really a time where laughter was all we had I guess so cause I simply can’t help laughing even in the most trying times I find laughter peeking around the corner saying guess who I fall all over myself again craving another glass of Dom Perignon just because the bubbles tickles my nose making me laugh thinking of a calmer time a calmer place sitting across the desk watching your eyes move around the room who were we then looking into the future with a giant grin knowing the future was ours we owned it and didn’t give a dam who knew funny how life moves us lifting our dreams right off the ground soaring on a magic carpet ride over land and sea it truly is okay to laugh you know it truly is okay to dream like right now dreaming you’re here looking me square in my eyes saying what is it let me put that smile back on your face the only way I know how you know I’m always going to be around always the sun winks there it is that smile and in an instant I began laughing again see I told you I’d always be around I’m never ever leaving you no matter what you got that do you well good that’s my girl
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
time is the most valuable commodity
at the end of the day
there’s never much to spare
every second counting
the time it takes
for a smile or kind word
says it all
many people are convinced
space is limited in their heart
they forget that love is a muscle
that lives in fear of atrophy
you have to be brave to rip off
your rose-colored glasses
even though it will leave your heart
vulnerable and at risk
truth is bound to hurt
it usually does
it’s not fun
one day to realize
people live by
their golden rule
of “what’s in it for me”
it’s an earthshattering moment
of lost innocence
people are wrapped up
in their own little universe
caught up in the cyclone
of their madness
the folks in your inner circle
are the ones who
won’t hesitate to strike
in a miserly way
smiles and kind words
dispensed sparingly
there’s always someone
who is going to want to bully you
by withholding their kindness
they won’t smile
or say a kind word
it’s their way of
manipulating you
to varying degrees
they enjoy seeing you squirm
it’s a game for them
maybe more
subconscious than deliberate
but really
how much of a difference
does that really make
there are people
who will never respect you
that’s the way they’re built
their hearts cold and
without empathy
you can’t count on
outside validation
it’s always fickle
forever unreliable
these are people
close-minded
with undeveloped
hearts incapable of love
in the grandest of ways
it’s sad but true
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
AP: 1st place 2020
Bright lights, flames in motion.
Arms weighted with emotion,
as each carries
their burdensome torch.
Lit alleyways, littered by mayhem,
breached by commonsense.
Is it too late
to chase scintillating dreams,
to rid the streets
of the beast?
The mantra
had captivated mouths and memes,
seemed the broad path was in,
was easy. No one understood,
the following was satisfying,
it had treats, whistles and bells.
Pavlov would ring,
ice cream was melting;
drips and dollars,
indecisiveness.
The public fell for it.
Hypnotic, sliding
into each scenario
like colorforms placed;
placemats, paid off.
The scent of incense
scorching the silver lining,
anger the prayers of the masses
who had never knelt
to the unknown God,
only to reason and revery.
Oh yes, they dipped
into psychedelics,
thrilled by curt
and coarse language,
and irreverent motion
of the tall man.
Like any gang,
with any spark of disloyalty,
you’re out,
you’re beat -
tread marks identify you
as the enemy.
No one notices
because each member’s
given rose-colored glasses.
The storm of hail,
thunder, lightening,
frightening
but ineffective to disturb
the disturbed.
Torches light the streets,
attempt peace,
only propaganda distressed.
Occasionally,
one pulls away from Frankenstein’s monster
when the light
lands on the truth.
Proof. Glass house shatters. Gutter
full of bottles; hands through grates.
Dividing line. Blue sky and bluebirds
above the fray; fearless patriots.
Smooth roll down my throat through my temple
Seriously scent of grapes roams to my nose
Pink Moscato nights kept me with rose colored glasses
Settling for less looking for validation outside myself
Tall plastic wine glass melted as you lit my world on fire
Old wine; long nights passion lustful nights
Left broken stuck in confusion with the wonders
Old wine left my soul feeling used up as you fled away
Bring Cristal into my world she my new wine
High class standards set high can’t be mixed,
Mixed with old wine
Pop that bottle let’s celebrate
New wine new blessings
Everyone can’t go everyone can’t drink your new wine
Chilled on ice as life’s changing
Cristal feels fresh and free going through my body
Leaves me with no headaches nor sorrows
Thank you new wine goodbye old wine
Bubbly as you twirl around my tall wine glass
New wine no old wine please...
He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror
He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees wisps of grey, dull hair that she can't manage
He sees shine and twinkle in her blue eyes
She sees her reflection through corrective lenses
He holds the soft, smooth hand that wears a gold band
She feels him squeeze her weathered, gnarled hand
He sees her running through the garden to greet him
She feels the pain, as she walks with her cane to meet him
He sees the girl he met and loved at seventeen
She sees the love of her life
He sees through rose colored glasses
She adores him
Dedicated to my grandparents
Contest Entry, 'Love Me Tender' sponsored by Miss Kristin Reynolds
Got some rose-colored glasses
And they’re messing with my brain.
I’m not sure things are clearer
Or if I have gone insane.
I had thought I understood the world
And that I could trust my eyes
But I’m looking through these lenses
And I fear I’m seeing lies.
Got some rose-colored glasses
To correct what I perceive.
‘Cause for my entire life
I’m told I have been deceived.
I believed that I was well informed
And could not be surprised,
But I’m looking through these lenses
And I now don’t trust my eyes.
Got some rose-colored glasses
Now I cannot understand
How I made it all these years
With an outlook that’s so bland.
I’m uncertain, now, what to believe
All the what’s, the when’s, the why’s
‘Cause I’m looking through these lenses
And it’s like I’ve got new eyes.