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Don'T Be Slave To Your Mind

Don't be Slave to your mind 

Don't be Slave to your mind
Alluring and Appealing , the desires are
Desires will play when the mind is away
Make you fall in the Blind
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Illusion stairs and trackless roads there are
leading you down the garden path
In a great ditch of blind fall
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Empty promises from the empty vessel
It's like, in the air, building a Castle
Reason is dying, leaving empty mind behind
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Luring to heart, alluring to mind
Desires will unnerve you in a bit of a bind
Doing away with it , a challenge to mankind
Don't be Slave to your mind

Don't be Slave to your mind
Letting your reason drive your heart and soul,
will make the world under you as a whole
Don't let others control your heart and mind
Don't be Slave to your mind
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Premium Member The Ghosts of Altoona

Some daysI feel it's time to move and
live by the sea, especially when the ghosts of
Altoona are haunting me..
Many cities in Pa., so rich in history,

They were hey days in their time.
It's no mystery...
This once-booming railroad town
is still being visited by those now underground..
Home to the infamous Horse Shoe Curve, with
its one-way tunnel that will truly unnerve..
Many unsuspecting drivers attempted to navigate
and met their swift untimely fate...
At 17th Street, a circus train derailed. Again, many
lost their lives as the animals all bailed.
Just like a used tire that manufacturers retread,
some people that die by accident are unaware that they are dead.
Most days I just pray and ask them to kindly move on, for
the ghosts of Altoona, I wave my magic wand.

Worth

I saw a ray of light beaming
A big smile on your face
...catching me off guard
I felt your energy radiating
Warm…comforting…trying to draw me in
I am scared and my thoughts are racing
You are trying to break down this wall
This wall. The same wall I created for you…
To block you out…to hide my vulnerability
…And now suddenly out of the blue
Here you are...
Seemingly innocent and caring
Gloomy eyes piercing and daring…trying to unnerve me
But I know my worth
I am strong, and I am vivacious
…Never to be fooled again
I have earned back my reign
I am that woman who stood up courageously
You are done…I am no longer a victim of pain and destruction
You are done giving me misery
I can lift my head up high…and finally…finally I have found my destiny
Form: Rhyme

The Mystic Eyes Of Megan

The mystic eyes of Megan , not sad!
 paint life in in blue in blue and grey,
no sunlight breaks through my cloudy day;  
our footprints are erased 
by a drifting breeze that
even dissolves the thoughts
we wrote on the sand tune
with childish joy and delight,
while we hummed a tune,
feeling mellow, not sad!

We resemble dry leaves falling from
a shading tree branch,
standing over the quite ranch; 
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn,
and comfort the goldfinch 
waiting for her three days in vain:,
he has lost his soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!

The mystic eyes of Megan paint life in blue and grey,
ditch your useless monotony, brighten your day;
I have been  patient enough
to take what I don't deserve.
I have been too kind, I often laugh, 
hiding my anger I like to unnerve!

I'm that lover who satisfies all desires,
be forever true, never cheat on me;
this beautiful thing that thrills us
is simply called love, honey.
no woman has ever told me lies:
I love endlessly, I expect sincerity!



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Form: Lyric

Who's Who At the Zoo

Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray  tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white

Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.



22.02.20

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Form: ABC


Balled of Carolyn Bointon

It was, I really must admit, with quite some trepidation
I braced myself and stepped up to the vacant self-serve station.
Placed my bag in readiness to save having to lift it
but a female robot voice boomed out and made me go and shift it.
After that it beeped and flashed as everything got scanned,
all items being packed away exactly as I'd planned.
Until I moved my shopping bag for another I'd be using
then 'Red Alert!' all hell broke loose,
the staff all stared, accusing.
Enough's enough- abandon ship, why let this thing unnerve me?
I'm off to find a corner shop, and let a human serve me.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Word Smith

A smithy peers into a white hot
Ingot formed square
Seeing the idea of a meaning
Form there
How many turns at the anvil
How many soakings
In the heat
Long sweating hours hammering
Out her beat
The shape of the curve
Coaxed, twisted
Unnerve
Rough forged
Dimpled and scaled
The infant soul struggles
To be released
Feverishly filing 
Sanding
Blasting
Pausing...
Was that too much
Sleep on it
Dream of it
Put her on the table
Wait for her to speak
To cry out for your care
Grow into your dream
Polish until her sparkling
Truth is revealed
The word smith
Gazes in awe
She has been the midwife
Servant and guide through the
Strife
Chaos
Of meanings life

Sleep My Friend

My guardian angel sleep how I honor thee,
Thy contrarian ways leave me breathless,
Thine art, the bearer of life’s synchronicity.

I am your vessel, a vassal on your highways,
Thou speakest in tongues, thy magic conveys,
Subtle shifts in the feelings of voluptuous days.

You speak to me archaically, sometimes not,
With ears I absorb your many voices,
Though my eyes are slow to know your every plot.

Faithfully you come to me when the shades are drawn,
Carefully you wake me with touching flair,
I am pushed to reconsider most every dawn.

A night without you is an adventure at home,
It is, to wit, but a journey to bed,
Better not to sleep if you venture not to Rome.

Your flavor spices my mind, with thirst I crave it,
Its abundance and magnitude move me,
I search the seas to find your shores to inhabit.

You surprise me, you recognize me, you see me,
The masks I use to cloak, your hands deface,
Uncovering my ploys with mirthful subtlety.
 
Naked I stand before you, your canvas to paint,
With strokes of genius you unnerve my life,
In depth you make my shallow ways seem less than quaint.

A weaver could not imagine the text you bear,
The knot you wind only a knot can know,
There is no metaphor that can describe your stare.

I will never understand how you do this trick,
Yet it is me who does it every night!
I am undone by you, yet you make my life tick.

If you are the eye of my mind who sees the truth,
Better to go, leave me to my devices,
To abide by your laws would be just too uncouth.

Yet I hesitate to cast you away stranger,
You are the god who lives inside of me,
I can not live without my nightly messenger.  

Stay with me then my ritual marvelous friend,
I need you, crave you, in sleep I would die,
Without your visitations life could not amend.

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Written 09.06/2014  By Jornjorn.

The Dangers of Flags

Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags
They’re at the head of each army 
And groups who are barmy
Beware of the dangers of flags

Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags 
Worn by the patriotic 
And the simply idiotic 
Beware of the dangers of flags

Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags
If it’s a tourniquet you’re needing 
They might stem the bleeding 
Beware of the dangers of flags 

Beware of the dangers of flags 
They’re much more than colourful rags
From Hitler to Bob Menzies
They help whip up great frenzies
Please beware of the dangers of flags

I don’t mean to unnerve ya
But they’re used to create fervour
Beware of the dangers of flags.
Form: Lyric

On Reserve

Someone recommends a book;
I put it on “Reserve.”
The list is often long enough
To actually unnerve.

Of course, I’m reading while I wait – 
A novel from the shelves,
For some just seem to call my name
To advertise themselves.

So I am in the middle of
A story I’m enjoying,
When in my email there’s a message
Just a bit annoying.

The books I have been waiting for
Are ready for me now.
All 3 showed up together,
But I know not why or how.

Which means I have 2 weeks (no more!)
To get through all those pages,
A challenge I can’t meet
Even if every book engages.

Like many things I know, this is
A niggling little glitch,
Another fine example of
Why life is such a ….. stitch!
Form: Rhyme

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