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"Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
Katherine Hepburn
Beauty in the mind of the beholder
Labelling prejudice masks of projection
Cursive weaving loops of adornment
Venus hidden under Mona Lisa’s smile
Mirror mirror on the cat walk’s wall
I know nothing but that I know well
Narcissus marvels in the golden pond
A snake slithers from an apple tree
William Tell shoots again from the hip
Marilyn shows off curves of delight
Bows to a cross of enchantment
Takes another sniff of cocaine
Hepburn revels in passing Morning Glory
Seduces independence unveils her charm
Stakes claim on Goddess of smashing seduction
When the looking glass shatters to pieces
Burrows wrinkles deep in the face of time
Cinderella throws a shoe at the image
A crossdresser debunks devouring myths of fatal femmes
Hermaphrodite mounts a quick challenge on Trojan horses
And after all its a plain man’s ride in a beautiful world
No serenade and no rodeo when Juliet receives
Romeo disguised as a bank clark from hell
Counts his losses when costumes fall short
And yet we classify the beast and its false allure
When instead we are better advised to take value
From upright meaning without mascara and shadows
The scribe challenges such categorization
Dips his nib into a fountain of truth and
Chuckles when lip sticks kiss true virtue
03rd January 2020
Written: August 30, 2023
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I believe the reach of empathy is endless.
My soul echoes with love and kindness.
But the lure of larkiness entices me deeply.
Hidden yearning, teasing current meekly.
While singing, I discover liberation in the air.
A tune that eliminates all despair.
The emotion is what is significant not the lyrics.
A distortion of realism as my soul soars, empirics.
In mischief, there's a spark, a wayward flame,
A twinkle in the eye, a game to proclaim.
Not utterly harm, but a playful jest,
To bestow laughter and joy—a moment of zest.
In kindness, I find solace in the world.
A gentle touch that mends all that's unfurled
A little spectacular, but a straightforward act,
To brighten someone's day, to leave an impact.
When singing, my voice becomes a guiding light.
A sparkle of hope shines through the night.
In the darkest hours, when all seems lost,
The melody of faith will never exhaust.
Not utterly understood but deeply felt,
A tone of the heart, as skepticism is meant.
In kindness, I find strength to overcome.
To lift others up and support them become
The best versions of themselves, to inspire,
To ignite a fire within, a burning desire.
In mischief, there's a lesson to learn,
To embrace the unexpected, to bear a turn.
Poems – rhyming or
Free verse – straightforward,
Which paint a picture
That make us laugh or cry,
That strike a chord within us!
Not ordinary! Not untaught
Or unlearned! None of those!
I used to think that others
Were on a higher plane,
That only abstractions,
(Words, ideas, strung together
In concepts a mystery to me,
Forming no connections
In my more linear mind),
Were “real”, “insightful”!
(Deep, obscure, and meaningful
Being one and the same)
While I, somehow more literal,
Must somehow be inferior
In intelligence or understanding!
But I’ve grown old enough to find
That all of us seek meaning differently,
That I, writing in clearer, plainer,
Less convoluted language,
Still can scale the heights and
Depths of understanding,
Still communicate in simple words
Which stir the heart and mind
And reflect a deeper meaning
For those who wish to see.
“Who are you?” A young girl asked me in the bookstore after giving me a quizzical look.
I smiled and told her, “I am the man who’ll help you find a book”.
“And who are you?” I asked…she looked at me and smiled innocently…then pointing out the obvious she answered, “I am me!”.
As she walked away I had to wonder how many different ways I could reply to her simple, honest and straightforward query…to her question…”Who am I?”.
I am a child whenever I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain…
I am a friend when I share another friend’s happiness…or help to ease their pain.
I am a poet (or at least I try to be) with words like these I write…
I am a husband when I hold hands with Deborah…or give her a kiss goodnight.
I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away.
I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.
I am a PopPop who has been a horse, a magician…with his own magic show…
I am a person who’s been blessed to watch his children and grandchildren grow.
Sometimes I’ve been all these people in a single afternoon!
It’s as if they’re always with me…like the stars that surround the moon.
For who I am is not an easy concept to truly comprehend…and after giving it some thought the best answer is most likely…”It depends”.
It depends on what circumstances I am in…on what I’m asked to do…
It depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to
And when you stop to think about it…It’s fun to look at life this way…
never knowing, when the day begins, how many ‘mes' I’ll be today.
And as for that young girl who waved to me as she left the store sucking on her thumb…I had to smile as I waved back thinking of all the ‘mes’ she will become.
Written: June 12, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
Quote "Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. Translation" While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future."-Roman Poet Horace.
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We are fortunate to have the gift of time,
You can't foresee what may occur tomorrow.
So, each day, we should have a solemn rhyme,
Living daily to avert a slippery path is hollow.
Don't wait and worry over every strife,
Leverage any opportunity to bear action.
Each of us must step out and discover life,
To fulfill our desires and reach satisfaction.
When you reckon wisely, goodness will arise,
Negative ideas tend to exacerbate woe.
Face odds that lie ahead with comprise,
Rather than just merging amidst the flow.
Time is squandered on procrastination,
Carelessly discarding instances undone.
When it comes to straightforward relations,
There is still plenty of time for leisurely spun.
A cosmic present, the current moment,
It's something to appreciate and embrace.
Opportunity prevails, yet they are opponents,
Regardless of the challenges that lie in place.
I’m no scholar
I don’t know many things
I’m not so intelligent
That I can pass every test
I’m not a sage
A specialist or doctor
I don’t research all the details
Or have great thoughts
My intellect isn’t rewarded
With trophies or honors
I’m a simple woman
With humble beginnings
Modest ideas and unpretentious
Dreams… I am meek
Unsophisticated and unassuming
I’m uncomplicated, plain
And totally straightforward
But I know..
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
Jesus came to bring me
A way out of sin and immorality
He came to make a way
Where no way had ever been
He was nailed to a tree
Where He hung until death
Came to take Him away
Into the shadows of its grip
In three days, He arose
From the grave
Reminded us that He brings grace
A second chance, a new way
All we need to do is pray
For forgiveness and our sin
Will be pardoned
So we can speak with God
And He will answer
Our heart’s yearnings
He will conquer
All our fears and tears
With His gentle love
That colors our whole world
In kindness, hope and joy
Faith that forever abides
On the heart, soul and mind
Where our love resides
And where His light abides
Stirring our feelings to delight
In the blessing of a heavenly Father
Who loves us with a love
That pierces the darkness
And lights up the heart
With peace that is alive
Dancing through the night
Freeing our soul with insight
Into the wonder of a faith
That believes His way of grace
Gives the wisdom to praise
The One who made a way
The One who we say
Is the answer to our prayers
The reason we have faith
The assurance of our salvation
Inspiration to always praise
The One who is our Savior!
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
It's true though.
Any happiness you felt began with you first.
You didn't wait, you rephrased it as a smile.
Straightforward really.
You felt a way because my passion could never justify.
Only reinforce what you felt to begin with.
You felt a way because you respect yourself to be yourself.
The emotional boundaries of your well being.
Thus I awaited your permission before taking the first step.
Initially paraphrasing your smile.
The importance of being treated the way I'd like to be treated.
Holding your stare to create a sense of security.
A safety that went without ill-intention.
Not because you fill your jeans or the fact that your well put together.
What's meant to be is what's meant to be.
What's the rush.
Although true, you felt a way because I never crossed any of your boundaries.
A generational gap between "hey lets chill." and "I'd love to take you out."
The honesty of eyebrows highlighting life goals in full view of the sun.
Fully dressed.
Well groomed.
While the sky attends it's breakfast.
Reservation in the clouds.
The embodiment of grace
Blavatsky said space is God
but pause we her give a nod,
consider: where is God not?
Contemplate thus, be self-taught.
Wisdom Leadbeater affirmed
and Annie Besant confirmed;
koilon: a term coined for space,
they both recognised by grace.
A quick google search will show,
there’s more to space than we know
oft whispered of in folklore,
this vastness is heaven’s door.
Straightforward are words we state,
known to those who meditate,
likening space to a womb,
that doth existence entomb.
We may claim soul’s ascended,
when space-time is transcended,
which we can if we be still,
to God surrendering will.
When asked what skill sets
I hoped to bring
Her local ecology of justice
for nurturing,
I was not prepared.
But,
one of two internal wisdom projects,
still in process,
I'm ego-working on,
eco-role playing with,
is non-violent communication,
so I mentioned this
to the Trees and other WiseElder
youth nutritional developers
Young,
poised and elegant,
soft-spoken yet articulate
and straightforward
and with integrity of authentic curiosity,
She asked me
"What do you mean
by non-violent communication skills?
Does that mean you invite,
rather than demand, responses
by mentoring them
while listening for co-present hiding Wins
then Both/And speaking
then WinWin listening again?"
"Or are you still working
on healing OldSchool communication issues,
dominating patriarchal Left
by diminishing ElderMatriarchal Right?"
"Are you still working on non-violently violating people
with your body aggressive hands
and patriarchally mendacious voice
and homophobic and xenophobic
marching against green ecofeminist sacred feet
and blatantly exhibiting LeftBrain rabid totalitarian deductive-reductive dominance
and Trumpian: I'm just a bad bully boy
with a redblooded colonizing heart
testosterone twittering?"
I wasn't expecting that line of questioning.
But I found it really interesting
that a freckled nose
brown-skinned
young and beautiful,
inside and outside
ego and eco-core centered investigative interviewer
would need to ask that
of a white U.S. male
at this critical moment
of last non-violent hope
breathlessly waiting
for a WinWin communicated response
inviting cooperative ego/ecological polypathic climates
reversing pathological monoculturing decades
of business as competing WinLose usual
Now post-millennially reborn
green inviting integrity
of PositivEnergy Democracy
non-violently inciting
restorations of multicultural EarthJustice
SpaceTime co-arising
further EgoLeft-EcoSacredRight
ripe for ZeroZone theological healing.
But,
that's the other skill set
I'm sacred ecological
RightBrain STEAM green
writing with--
much too revolutionary
for any first time
PositivEnergy impression.
Maybe we could go there
next 2020 Revolutionary time.