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REFLECTED LIGHT
a flutter of excitement
where ordinariness
is enlarged
in
a
benevolent interlude
uncompromising
yet extensive
thoughtful
timeless
a bucolic bourgeoisie
so indecisive
in its
muted moment sits
a contrast pitched
then juxtaposed
in
a birds eye view
so understated
in abbreviated silhouette
shimmering
as
an ode to life
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The daily task of life sustained by care,
the generous spirit by endeavors in dare.
The eager force that creates the path so bright,
taken the courage to the darkest invisible light.
That natural instinct of righteous concern,
with the wisdom that can perform and is diligent to learn.
Those attractions to companies in pain,
creating hope where only illusion had its stain.
Facing those who exercise the power of legislation,
showing them the moral mirror of their temptation.
Outwits the court by simple examples and their good receives,
taken stand for those who misperceives.
All is peaceable at moments in occasion rise,
which has nothing to do with sacrifice.
Regarding the helpless more so pure,
never wondering how much to endure.
Caring words and deeds of tenderness,
the law and reason of spirit depends.
Declaring the forces of evil so overrated,
when only fear is the dilemma understated.
Never taken the written laws as foundation test,
when he knows that beliefs are not the human best.
Taken virtue in quality of action to the rest.
The new Girl at Work (The Coward Speaks)
Should I feel a shamed?
I want to kiss the new girl at work
but I don't know her name.
Her understated beauty
is the first page of a book
I can't put down.
Man... just learning her name
will be my favorite sound.
She's the one I want, and need.
The treasure of her femininity
is the center of my greed.
But I am unknown to her.
I have yet to say hello.
At work I’m always
a good-natured fellow.
So, why am I afraid of
telling her who I am?
On the outside,
I feel like a youngster
trying to be a man.
On the inside,
I 'm like Tarzan of the jungle
beating on my chest.
And she's an attractive female
I need to impress.
I've been alone to long,
my soul calling for a mate.
But the coward in me
won't ask her out on a date.
So, I feel a shame
I 'm to cowardly to even
ask for her name.
The esteemed guests streamed into the candle lit
Foyer and dissolved into a sea of idle courtly ritual,
Landowners, majors, magistrates, slender maidens
And fair matrons all slithered into the modestly gilded hall so
Discreetly adorned by understated gluttony. Their lofty manners,
Their shield ; their feigned courtesy, disguise for icy hearts.
Only a thin veneer of silky decorum coats their acrid tongues,
For them, honest men are but emotional beasts to be
Snared and skinned by slander most gleeful and vicious,
Leaving in their wake their perverse masterpieces—
Hollow shells that would make a taxidermist proud.
Petaled confetti is set adrift upon powdered faces and intricate wigs lost in Laughter, Chatter, and the Clatter of soles ; and as Measured gaits of the Minuet Mingled ‘Mongst The Music and Morphed into the Milieu, well bred ladies politely pricked with veiled Slights of envy, and the men indulged their ornery humor, turning giddy at the sight of Misery, their openly secret delight.
Meandering through the dense meadow of decadent masters are the servants who carry Silver platters of pheasants and plum wine. Their obedient stony facades hide hearts That lust after larceny. Birds of the same feather, separated only by station.
Alas! Heaven cries as it looks down to judge…….King Yama lets out a sigh and asks:
In this hall of monsters, who is modest still?
In this world of wickedness, who is upright still?
In this land of lies…..who is honest still?
Poem released into Public Domain
Original published on my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com
They bring me gifts. Leaves, acorns, a flyswatter, mud off their shoes.
With big smiles and a happy attitude, they bring me gifts daily.
Yes, I am talking about the kindergarten students, the happy five’s.
And occasional sixes, who lose their front teeth rather gaily.
They bring me family conversations, and use inflection in their voices.
Now running toward the play dough center in the room’s corner.
They bring me funny stories. I applaud their non-selective choices.
Learning more than a therapist, bartender or beauty shop owner.
I smile all day at their drama, and their clever understated antics.
They have no idea they are hilarious. not realizing their own worth.
Poetry begs to write about them, so of course I comply with happiness.
They are real, honest, hilarious, and full of their own little middle earth.
Poetry Contest: Compounding the Verse
Sponsor: Joseph May
Lovely blossoms of bougainvillea
Under a moonlight serenade
Ostensibly I contemplate the root
Of the affinity drawing me to you
Abiding fighter and bounteous lover
Rendering your essence freely
For the love of the gift
Candid without a care
Asking for less than nothing really
A few drops of water enough for sustenance
You have no scent nothing to call your own
Or to flaunt your offering
Subtle faint understated and low-key
Waiting to be discovered
To be loved and treasured
Simply for what you are and...
Not for guiles ruses or ploys
Swaying silently you wait as I
In the moonlit summer breeze
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 22, 2019 for contest sponsored YOUR CHOICE FLOWER VERSE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
(etymology of a surname: Larcombe)
somewhere in the deepest dark of Somerset,
was a secret cumb, I know of not yet
where ancients did note
that many a Larke would wing,
for food,
to brood,
and sing
in those times a cumb was understated
with trees aplenty in it's forest,
where insects
unabated,
invite the Larke
fated
to dance with them as their guest.
as such, much gratiated,
the Larke engages in a courtship thrill,
throwing it's voice to dating,
in hope of mating,
and is satiated
by the success of its trill.
then men came to this place,
farming and deforesting,
such that the Larke could not sing,
leaving only space and doom,
and yet men called themselves
"of the Larke Cumb"
'tis still a mystery, where this might be,
twixt tarmac, concrete, or brick maybe,
but it sealed the Larke' s fate,
closing it's garden gate,
as such, was a sad sick twist really
Form: Monorhyme
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear
Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads
The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced
Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the revolution
There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated
With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back
This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Vanaheim be the gate ye see elated
Bravery and courage is what did appear
Appearance just like that one of Paul Revere
Remember now what he had advocated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
First of course he was moving in high gear
Gravity of mission not understated
Streaking across the western hemisphere
His words could be heard cyrstal clear
It's time for you to be all federated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
His words ran faster than speed of a light year
Ringing that all had become emancipated
So, to all take your own regins to commandeer
Just go tell fear to get the heck out of here
Cause now you know, I am associated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Now you can continue to fly down the track
You dear are my fascination
Exceeding my expectation
Thrilling me making my heart race
There’s something in the way you move
I love how you sway to my groove
With every step you match my pace
Waltz, rumba, salsa or tango
More delicious than a mango
Sexy wearing leather or lace
My fingers explore every line
More intoxicating than wine
The allure began with the chase
Yes it’s true you played hard to get
Not looking at me when we met
I was enamoured by your style
Your easy understated way
Tapping as the music would play
and a subtle hint of a smile
Eventually you took my hand
Moving to the sound of the band
Breathtaking moments last a while
In my arms you are meant to be
Being with you makes me feel free
floating above the earth a mile
your movement is a form of art
Everything is more colourful
since you tangoed into my heart
Written May 12th 2018. For Connor Lott’s Hutinashrow poetry contest. Challenging but fun. I hope I got it right.
astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower than legumes
memorizing momentous miracles of magic meaning moroseness
nudging nebulous narcissistic nightly northern narwhals
occupying octagonal orbital ostrich-like ocelots
pursuing persnickety picky perverted pencils
quizzing questionable quails and quacks
redeeming respectable rustic ricocheting roadrunners
scalloping scuzzy scared scarred skeletons
teasing torrential test tube tarantulas
undermining understated underwater umbrellas
validating villainous vagrants verifying vigor and vim
worrying wiggly worm-like women wasps
‘xasperating ‘xpensive ‘xpansive ‘xtraordinary ‘xtraterrestrials
yielding yellowish youngish yippy youngbloods
zooming zealous zebras zigging and zagging in Zimbabwe