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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
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
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
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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
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
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
#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
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
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BRONZE PLACEMENT: ALL POETRY CONTEST
MARCH 26
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
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
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