REFLECTION
I'm left, now staring into the mirror's reflection
A face, showing the merest hint of resignation
What is to be, will be, as others may have said
Moving forward to tomorrow with a heavy tread
Securing the day's agenda without reservation
Uncaring of any real or imagined imperfection
But can silvered glass really see me deep inside
As it has no intelligence, memory nor perception
All it can do is reflect one's innermost thoughts
Realising it's much more than ones and noughts
It can be no more than merely a true reflection
With no sensitivity to a viewer's shame or pride
It does reverse the image seen, from left to right
We've no control over the way lightwaves travel
But its main contribution is to the way we think
Hoping that the image survives when we blink
But modern physics can make all of this unravel
Yet we all should be grateful for our gift of sight
YESTERDAY’S WISHES
I had my life all mapped out
When young and fancy-free.
I’d play soccer and cricket for England
And the fans would worship me.
I would marry Mavis Watkins,
Who really appealed to me
So I fondly carved our initials
In the bark of the old oak tree.
And, of course, I’d be a millionaire,
Known for philanthropy.
But I was blessed with two left feet.
So sport it wasn’t to be.
Miss Mavis Watkins only laughed.
Now they’ve felled that old oak tree.
And as for being a millionaire,
I’m a few noughts short you see.
So much for yesterday’s wishes.
It’s back to reality
But I have enough to get by on.
And I’m old and fancy-free
I wonder if
You hear my thoughts
I love you
With a thousand noughts
Invisible
Like a gentle breeze
Of affirmation
Rustles trees
I wonder if
Within your dreams
Affection flows
As living streams
Of hope and joy
Into your mind
As eyelids flutter
Undefined
I wonder if
As night revolves
You hug me
And all fear dissolves
For as you dwell
In distant land
In nightime world
I hold your hand
To skip and laugh
To sit and be
Content to share
Your company
I wonder if
Love, so terrific
Still lives beyond
The soporific
ON MY MIND
You are or were, always on my mind
Like a backdrop to all my thoughts
To have lost you now, I am resigned
My world is now ones and noughts
Another such as you I will never find
A shame how every memory distorts
Still having no satisfaction of any kind
As I ignore all those spurious reports
Of someone who once left me behind
My brain freezes as my heart contorts
But they always told me love was blind
As I saw a diamond without any faults
"Improvised, Noughts and Crosses"
points strung
pearls lacking
wisdom scattered
poetically,
of no large matter
rolling lost across a floor
stuck in the cracks
hidden in strange corners,
what do points matter;
when connected
unbroken,
the creative heart
improvised united,
becomes beautiful
more pure,
of some composed
great importance,
love like magic,
lifts the room
vibrating higher
by score
the lost pearls.
points wedged
in strange corners,
hear the sound
lifted, they
understand,
it all
improvised,
vibrating higher
by score
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ben Folds & The Contemporary Youth Orchestra”
https://youtu.be/xMs3XoRM1LM
"Ben Folds and Contemporary Youth Orchestra Improvised Piece"
https://youtu.be/36MLAWaigM0
“One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces”/Ben Folds Five
https://youtu.be/SrWSkQMWlAY
I am the memory that you cannot slip,
I am the smile that you cannot flip.
I am the shade that you cannot forbade,
I am the fire that cannot be laid.
Twirling through the train of thoughts,
You will find me in every cross and noughts.
Run as you might or wade away,
You will find me in every path you foray.
You see me in the shining sun,
You feel me in the soothing moon.
I am a memory that you cannot slip,
I am the smile that you cannot flip.
TIC
Competitive repetitive compulsive movement sound
Nervously unknown to me I rebound
TACK
Like a ship I sail I change my course the boat's head through the wind
TOE
A digit of the foot just three phalanx bones honed
Gridded nine square I am
A seeker alternating turn complete row
Is it jest or just a game, games
Diagonal
Noughts and crosses
Diagonal horizontal
Lethargic I take the toll
Three in a row
Tic-tac-toe
6/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Sonnet: Second Sight (II)
by Michael R. Burch
(Newborns see best at a distance of 8 to 14 inches.)
Wiser than we know, the newborn screams,
red-faced from breath, and wonders what life means
this close to death, amid the arctic glare
of warmthless lights above.
Beware! Beware!—
encrypted signals, codes? Or ciphers, noughts?
Interpretless, almost, as his own thoughts—
the brilliant lights, the brilliant lights exist.
Intruding faces ogle, gape, insist—
this madness, this soft-hissing breath, makes sense.
Why can he not float on, in dark suspense,
and dream of life? Why did they rip him out?
He frowns at them—small gnomish frowns, all doubt—
and with an ancient mien, O sorrowful!,
re-closes eyes that saw in darkness null
ecstatic sights, exceeding beautiful.
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. SUNDAYS WITH COLIN
We, are all a Binary Code,
Noughts and Noughts, and ones and ones;
The beginnings, look like the end…
and the ends, look ,
Like the same, as it begun!
This is progress and much- much more,
According to Colin, who lives next door!
“It’s a binary code,” He seriously said,
“You wont understand it, it's not meant for your head,”
“But when the Aliens come down one day, these are their words, the things they’ll say!”
I said, “But what if they come down in my backyard?”
“I’ll try to make contact, Colin but that’s really hard!”
“Don’t worry,” said Colin, eating his pre-cooked pasta,
“They’ll land on the car park at the back of Asda!”
“An’ their Binary Code, will be wrote on the side of their ship.”
“Do you want a napkin Colin?”
“No, I’ll skip”
I like Sundays with Colin.
Steal my dreams
Steal my thoughts
Place my crosses
Place my noughts
Throw my dice
If the game be snakes and ladders
Sign my name
Tick whatsoever empty boxes
you fear i missed
Plenty more where that came from
I am only just getting started
The best is still yet to come
To be burried deep in code on tracing paper
I met Elmo - he said your civilization is far behind,
you haven't even reached esp, you're just one kind,
there are new 'failsafes,' I can't read your sexual thoughts,
it's a new game now, it's all crosses and no noughts.
I know when you're happy, I know when you're sad,
I hnow all of the misgivings that you've ever had;
how about reciprocal - that's what makes it magical,
but it's measured, predictive and rather mystical.
Here's a bombshell - you're creator was not ours,
your system was faulty - uncontrolled powers;
we regrow like a snake - when you are finished,
we were given a spirit that can never be diminished.
That snake doesn't make a mistake although flexible,
without our help, your future looks terrible.
Stuck in front of camera
waiting to hear the cut
Speaking words secondhand
And thinking all unthought
And letters old as time
cower in the shadow of forgotten
and communication
Just
lines of ones and noughts
Wipe away tears
Pouring from your aching heart
Whether in the present or in arrears
Cos letting tears depart
Paves the way for a brand new outlook
Away from dark thoughts
Where a somber spook
Trading in noughts
Creeps in wait
For souls who grant him dominion
To bite the bet
He sets alongside his deleterious opinion
Meant to ensnare your bright future
Into a cocoon of destruction that holds you captive
In a conundrum culture
In which the spook offers no sedative
To move your status to the next level
Where smiles for miles
Shunt aside the evil
Whose feeble files
Grip you in a vice
So vile
It delibilitates the device
Inside your soft centre where a smile
Reigns supreme
To bring back the spring
Your footsteps dream
Of beyond a string
That unties your fate
From hurtful aches
Sustained on a date
Soon to fill with cakes
Meant to rebirth
The life you deserve
With fervent faith
To nourish your best preserve and swerve
Into joy
Into friendship
Into the pleasure of a teddy bear toy
Into a queenship and a well-deserved discipleship.
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/draw-me
I stand so tall and slightly lean
The sharpest creature ever seen
My t-shirt boldly has a rose
I have a much lengthened nose
My stringy arms I wave and cheer
Yet I have just one small ear
My rounded mouth looks like a ball
My little left foot is so small
My right foot is yet rather big
My fingers are just like a twig
I’m wearing very spotty shorts
My shoes have crosses and noughts
My teeth though crooked always please
I have awesome knobbly knees
There’s many big and many small
Yet each amazing, one and all
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
There lives a girl named Aoibha
A clever, gifted writer
She has a sister, Lilly
A little ankle-biter
They're always close together
They're seldom far apart
They share all that they're given
Some say, they share a heart
While Lilly Rose, she picks her nose
Miss Aoibha's writing stories
With fish-hooks dangling, from their toes
They're catching Johnny Dories
So if you're feeling 'iffy'
And not so full of 'cheer'
You'll feel a whole lot better
When you have your sister near
An early little riser
Lilly Lashes spins her stories
Her listening sister Aoibha
Hears her early morning glories
A love so pure and gentle
And a beauteous curious mind
With wondrous thoughts of exes and noughts
Let’s leave the world behind
Fly with me to the Moon, sis
Or a far off distant star
There’s no-one knows us better
Than the ‘soulful wills’ we are
So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’
And not so full of ‘cheer’
You’ll feel a whole lot better
‘Cos we’re sisters, far and near
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