Earthly bewert such sortilege such abrasive cohorts so they all gather beside the black mass and look skyward daftly for the mote of wet grass, this trail of desiccation like lumps of wetted coal that has failed to ignite the obverse rational goal.
Swivel
and Sparkle
and Splinter
passion will bear
Aghast
over serrated
STARSCAPES
blistering past
the past
AGONY
Scalds and
Stumbles
Destiny
flings
AJAR
seething
delirious
rumble
of a dismembered
S T A R -
Flushed in a Ream of Fire -
Redolent and
Untrue -
scorching the sky
ENTIRE
over remains of
YOU -
over charades of splendor -
over cascades of pain -
over a long-lost
Laughter
desolate and insane -
over volition
SHATTERED
into a silent scream -
over intention
SCATTERED
into a field
of seem -
over a lifeforce
blended
with a malignant lie
over a soul
upended
in an obverse reply -
Over my clutching wristbones -
over your lips of dew -
over two Haunted Heartforms
Blended and
Torn Anew - -
Vanishing passion
Clambered
Shriveled like drops
of doom
and Essence remained
Dismembered
In the Blistering light
of the moon.
What's true for you
even if it is insanity
may not be the same for me
as we each have our own reality
'There's two sides to every coin'
some are said to say
'But what about the edge,
when one is on display,
showing tails and the obverse?'
as a numismatist I insist
even a mirror reflects the reverse
yet when confronted with a conundrum
maybe at least you and me
will resolve the knotty quandary
with compromise and both agree to disagree
Candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
drops cool stilled hardens in seconds,
a fire holder girth, warps obverse,
candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
vapors prompt darkening observes,
fire loses fight gloaming transcends,
candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
drops cool stilled hardens in seconds.
Wisdom grows alone
darkness eyes attend
wakes the light slumberer
Deep in wet dreams
respect waves the buried
grounds for divorce
Wind weather attitudes
cries mount
lies draw out
Greens wild the untamed
beast burdens the walled
shaft and base flowers
the unschooled gather names
foothold finds rest
virgin aroused the sleeper
Taste for the end
tomorrow another day
what was paradise?
intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours
hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes
benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds
of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale
upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived
Behold! Father sets before you a blessing and a curse
Then he says, 'Choose the blessing; you could do worse.'
'Am I,' you reply, 'a bit odd or perverse?'
'Why would I choose the curse?' ...
A stranger appears at a fork in the road
He urges caution: 'These roses you see at the start
may turn to brambles and thorns after we part.'
'Which is the blessing and which is the curse
may look like the truth but wind up the obverse.' ...
'Now I'm really confused,' you confess with a sigh
'but I trust you, father, to explain me the wherefore and why'
'Well then, my dear: There's a curse lies in every silver spoon'
It's from shovels of dirt that true blessing is hewn.'
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Based on Deuteronomy 11: 26-28. (Torah portion - 'Re'eh').
It is an age- old vicious virus of a kind,
Ever invisible ,alluring ,invasive and sly ,
Posing to be a treat from the high sky ,
Blessing with bliss the heart and the mind ;
The febri-fit has its symptoms to find :
Vivid ,latent,obverse ,or perverse in close ally ,
Cloy in a way,yet aye leave the throat dry ;
And Time deserts the desolate victim far behind ;
Immunity brings forth expressions in disguise ,
Or structures ,souvenirs and memorials eternal ;
The losers are all set to be in a dark doom,
Unless they sense self- love and not despise ;
Life from nativity , through the time vernal ,
By Nature's rule has to stay in full and bloom .
I’m blowing on you, pretty dandelion
Making a wish with every breathe
Pity your life is really short, then death.
I Blow on you again soft dandelion
As I watch a breath taking sunset,
The sun slipping quickly away, unreal,
The golden atmosphere surrounding us
Looks like a fairy tale, magical, surreal
Blowing again, but fear your end
As your sensuous feathery fluff
Will soon disperse,
Your beauty of downy tufts
Lasts for but a while,
And then becomes obverse.
Mesmerized I blow once more,
You float away, could you be shy,
Or maybe sad, for soon you’ll die
I blow, your soft fluff, it floats up high
Such a shame you’ll, be no more,
For your seeds and tufts are nearly gone
To your bare and centre core.
Although known as a mere weed,
Your heritage is the daisy flower
Your destiny, to spread your seed.
Far and wide you will travel dear friend,
The joy you’ll give is huge,
Although Henry, our Great Dane
Our almost human pooch,
Followed you far too close
And got your seedy fluff inside his nose,
He sniffs and incessantly wheezes
Have to take him to the vet,
As he can’t control, his sneezes!
Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse
Language distant, eyes unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
I don’t need a feed of pomp or a creed of fanfare to progress
Cos my God rains treasure trains
Teeming with blessings and fertile feelings to address the plight and stress
That threaten in tens to smuggle into my serenity pesky pains
I detest as weakness in my knees lurks in the background
Severing thoughts and initiatives I design
With much passion, dedication and diligence to break new ground
Despite hurdles and obstacles to which never will I consign
My future and culture in any era
I traverse to converse with the obverse of the coin
God granted me long before I stepped into any fora
Where by design God orders I join
Kindred souls to advance humankind’s goals
In the pursuit of the suit of fulfillment
Despite my stumbles, brambles, catcalls, walls and falls
As God paves the way clear to ensure the annulment
Hostile tiles and piles suffer
Solstice and malice face
Goodwill and guidance prefer
Wealth and health race
Into my life where God pours blessings
Whether I deserve them or not
As my dedicated white dove sings
Whether the temperature of fate blows cold, tepid or hot.
Oh darling ! Without you oh dear !
The day nights over again now.
This spring morn rains with Autumn's tear.
Oh dear ! What a change I don't know !
I stared you though you simply looked,
You asked a hand , yet I gave two,
I was oil when you brightly blazed -
You had been obstinate : I know.
I had no obverse to rue at.
Obverse ? WAIT ! Yes obverse I had -
From years to years , morn till late
I had run for you - wild and mad.
Forgetting to love myself deep
Is that change, obverse , you keep.
Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse
Language distant, words unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Guilt...!
Guilt rides,
on the chariot of truth
and how long can it go forth?
It obscures the facts
and obliterates the figures and
peps-up and cooks it's own broth!
It feels so heavy,
wears out the only one who is privy
and it is one's own knot to the naught!
On the obverse of the day,
when you join the fray,
be assured it gouges out your heart!
It holds on to the rein,
in attempts so vain,
yet it completely mauls one's sleep!
Thereon the day that dawn,
there is only groan and moan,
as it weighs you down only to make you weep!
Stave off this sorrow,
nay wait for the morrow,
there is an easy way out if you scout!
Heaven is here to rejoice
and so is hell too as a choice,
It is left to us to find the route out to rout.
President Without A Precedent
Is a President
Without any precedent
Not with our consent
Listening to Rachel Maddow show
and this came to my mind. All
of the negativism that is appearing
seems to have an obverse affect
creating a positive response.
Jim Horn
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