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her lips lie metaphorical realism

she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
 
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
 
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I trust my instinct can it be misled
if its verisimilitude can I trust
 
being lifelike cannot be the whole answer
fakes can seem more actual than authentic
verifying requires a masters degree
some anomalies are true world or true life
 
says true fruit would they put fake fruit in the can
corporeality surely must exist
a physical body a truthful being
must be believed actual
© Merv Hold  Create an image from this poem.


Shadows

For Suzette’s: Light or Shadow contest

“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives”
  Lauren Eden – The Lioness Awakens 

Shadows

the bear chases you around the pomegranate tree
your fear reaching extreme heights
you seize the suitable moment to escape
a fleeting flash of relief
only for the bear to corner you once more
the odour of its pelage hits your nostrils
its paws are ferociously slashing at your body
you are pinned helplessly waiting for the mortal blow
somehow, screams distract the bear	
as if satisfied, it walks away, for now
you are scarred for life
you go about your life looking over your shoulder
each shadow is now a bear
each minute noise transmits fear
nobody can protect you from this nightmare
you terribly crave love and search for it everywhere
locking yourself away is simply futile	
you must venture out
you owe it to yourself to take risks in life			
or in love

Premium Member Cracked Inside

 
my heart has been broken and my soul cracked many times
I have been knocked down
life has stabbed me with with daggers that still bleed
I have fallen to pieces

life can be very cruel
and words and jabs can leave one fragmented and unsure
childhood was not a very happy journey
there was too much grief and death

my wounds are hidden
for I wear a mask of happiness each day
if people hurt me I become dark silent
where I fold my wings

but through
teachings philosophical I have studied
and found a great truth
a belief system and a code of morals

I asked God he said
put your faith in the bible
buddha says
live in now

and tao said have calm patience
so I have a new ideology path
can handle pain but think I will always be
a bit cracked

________________________
March 07, 2023

Poetry/Suzette Prime/Cracked Inside
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-954-07
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Suzette Prime form was created by Suzette Richards of PS

Written for the Standard contest, Cracked
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 03/17/2023

Seventh Place

Premium Member This Modern World

I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it's changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in cyberspace
to express emotions on the internet
on such sites as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter
having never met
each other
in person
nor do they ever expect they ever will
for the meaning of a friend
has changed
to a numbers game
and how many likes you can collect over
other people competing
with you
on the cloud
meanwhile, the tactile feel of
a hardy handshake has all
but gone
the way of the dinosaurs 
nowadays

Premium Member SUNFLOWERS AND THE BUDDHA JAZZ LIGHT

SUNFLOWERS AND THE BUDDHA JAZZ LIGHT
Inner peace, mindfulness, compassion, word sculpturing, and the painting of visual jazz word speak
Ingredients to make your soul Buddha talk/
Herbie Hancock, Charles Lloyd, the Beat poets/
notably Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Gary Snyder, the Dharma Bums, Eastern philosophy/
The Beats were heavily influenced by Zen Buddhism, focusing on direct experience, meditation,
and the transcendence of structured thought/
Some jazz musicians of the 1950's fused the spontaneous energy of bebop jazz with the philosophical tenets of Buddhism/
The spontaneity of Charlie "Bird" Parker's playing merged with Buddhist notions of the "void" or "shunyata," where the improviser
pierces through the silence/ 
Buddha's breath in petals bright, whispers of mindful light, interconnected, yet free from grasp. a dance of seeds in a cosmic clasp/
Sowing happiness, in the earth's embrace, manifestation's gentle trace, yet in the void, where silence lies, non-existence softly flies/
Modern art, a visual jazz, words sculpted like spiritual pizzazz, inner peace to Eddie Gale,
Compassion spun, a tapestry of the soul begun/
Herbie's keys, a sacred tune, Charlie's sax, a fleeting moon, the Beat poet's rhythmic breath, Zen's deep silence beneath the depth/
Spontaneous, raw, unbound, in the void's embrace, profound, where improvisational jazz is born anew/
Sunflowers and the Jazz Buddha, in harmony's dance, a sacred union of chance and meditative trance/
In every seed, a universe, in every breath, the universe's verse
© Tony Adamo  Create an image from this poem.


Void

#The_void
You don't know how I feel right now, you might as well take the gun and start shooting at me, tip toeing, tale chasing ain't my thing, I'm just in void, I stuck in this absence, your absence from me

everything around me reminds me of you, everything I touch, I look at, I just see you here and there, your presence is everywhere and in everything I do and say, found myself calling your name and realised you are not here to answer, but this void

Pinch me and tell me this ain't a dream, a nightmare I say, found myself back chatting, scolding myself for being here when you are that away from here, say I'm losing my mind, If not myself in this void

Please get here before I lose what I can't afford to lose , maybe you will find a shell of me, dried up and hopeless to resuscitate, nothing left of me, to find

My crime was, falling, falling with my whole and now I'm losing a piece of me daily, with every day you are not here by my side, get back here before this void grows gigantic and becomes impossible to contain further

I need you here, right now, to pull me out of my longing, thought I could sustain my endurance of waiting but it seems I'm cheating myself coz I'm literally, if not constantly and blatantly failing

Rescue me from myself, for you made me realize my deepest fear, fact that I can't live without you, this void keeps taking and taking away from me, If not me holistically, my courage my firmness and quickly swifting off from fingers, the person I thought I was

Maybe I'm becoming weak, my deepest fear, you being my weakness, rush here before I lose my worst, the ability to stand my ground, this void is taking a toll on me, please fill this void
#Poetic_ink

Voir Dire Series 4 : on truth

truth, a specific view of reality 
it appears before persons at a given moment 
it is not static and cannot be measured 
in a laboratory 
each individual score is different
as every perceived phenomenon is specific 
truth is time bound according 
to one mindset frequency within a set framework 

truth is always connected 
to convenience for wit as best position 
based on individuals heeded comfort
convenience and conviction 
one scoop can sword another 
face can be beautiful or unsavoury 

since truth is pliable it is easily 
bent by egoic mind as positioning moves
its nature and clarity is not rooted 
in material mirrors 
moves from waves beyond time-space
ability to touch truth as purity 
indicated on spiritual station
being both measurable and unmeasurable 

diffused by gospel stories  
it can't be captured within single framework 
by set groups of labelled individuals 
remaining unbound to space  
free from human law

individual truth is presence coloured 
as fact for material conveniences

________________________
BRONZE PLACEMENT: ALL POETRY CONTEST 
MARCH 26

Eternal Verge


ravens croak
      applauding twilight	
larks churr
    saluting sunrise
		
a last dance over
an inverted verge.

a perpetual encounter
    the last mesh of murk
         against gleams of glow

held in abeyance,
    opposites wrangling
         like birth and demise
asking intricate questions
     preserve or discharge
          uncertain anxieties

ravens claim temporal flesh,
     their ravenousness relished,
dominant despotism
                     it seems.

yet our lark’s song resonates
                    stirring our species
influencing our intimate impressions,
     channelling subconsciously 
          our choice
               around that inverted verge 

        eternally guarding us

Premium Member Death of Form

we are here
in this mind body
our senses externalised
immersed in duality
it then no wonder
that limitation
surrounds us
confining
our soul

our soul
we know not
since the truth is veiled
so we take
ourself
to be
ego

to find joy
we form attachments
with other such entities
to enliven mind body
creating desire
we call love
which time
consumes
in death 

fleeting form
encased by our soul
is the simple truth not known
to the deluded ego identity
and so the ego suffers
which affects us not
unless we believe
that we are ego
limited in time
and space 

upon death
of forms to which bound
our deluded self then grieves
creating a thought spiral
ego intent to enmesh
attention outwards 
so that it may live
fed by thought
having origin
in our soul
which is
true self

oh hermit
dwell not in shadows 
of fleeting form illusions
rather simply flow
like the breeze
with ease
thus free

10-January-2021

Premium Member The Obstacle Is the Path

forward
                                          watch your step
                             the shadows will hide deep cracks
                                if you should fall get back up
                      the path will guide so never give up my friend
                                     at times you may walk
                                        you may even run
                               crawling will never be shunned
                                  if the path becomes hidden 
                                           you may stray
                              just look up and find your guide
                       there are many obstacles and many paths
                               stay the course and do the math

                                       January 23rd, 2021
                                Suzette Prime Poetry Contest
                                      Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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