The dance of the two sexes,
Two poles in balance,
Does not take a rocket scientist
To figure out;
Men get the most attractive women
They can afford
While women get the richest men
They can attract…
Does it matter
If they ever really understand each other?
Apparently not.
(9/14/26)
I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
I am content being domestic
until stress turns my calm hectic
and I loudly whimper for a peptic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
I believe the world needs rules
for me to follow as I choose.
Awake, I dream of the 1800’s -
a rustic life with modern plumbing.
On and off contradictions do not stay gone.
I hope it's all right to think this wrong.
inertia
static, immobile
sleeping, sitting, unstirring
Stop sign, mountain, cyclist, worker
racing, hustling, planning
busy, energetic
activity
drawback
dire, detrimental
damaging, threatening, menacing
debt, injury, bonus, knowledge
aiding, supporting, calming
pleasant, delightful
benefit
There was a small child,
They felt new,
Hands opening and closing...
Eyes widening and new things frightening.
They needed hugs and loving,
Also teaching about the world They chose.
Sometimes, their Mum went hot and red...
And went around the corner to breathe.
Life felt like eating and pooping... And magic of course.
Someone so small,
How could they be so precious?
A baked bean and a diamond...
Giggles and tears....
I love you's and I'm sorrys...
Learning and loving.
Trying again.
There was a small child,
Who entered what we call reality.
The magic had its opposites and each night began the new.
The End.
you are the north to my south
the anode to my cathode
a valley to my mountain
night to my day
the cat to my dog
some say opposites attract
we sure don’t!
Simplicity
quiet, yielded
resting, trusting, opening
heart, breath — burden, labyrinth
tangling, questioning, striving
restless, shadowed
Complexity
Are we on the same page
In the big black book of life
What would your words say
Would they cause relief or strife
Are you an onyx optimist heart
With views worn on white sleeve
Rather are you pink pessimistic shark
Waiting to take a bite of cocoa me
Can we grow towards a center
Perhaps merging in our violet view
Could cooperation create splinter
Embedding in thick skin like bad news
What is it about the opal opposites
Do they indigo in the soul attract
Can we build truce with rock and stick
And merge in a communal lime laugh
I admire your passion and dedication
You’ve a right to have such a stance
Join me in a cranberry celebration
Where unique ideas rise and dance
villain
wicked, selfish
conniving, hating, deceiving
antagonist, rival, saint, soldier
saving, recovering, battling
noble, intelligent
hero
Bold is a word untamed.
While meek is silent and ashamed
Both quite diverse,
and yet create a universe
That lives in there, acclaimed.
The world often wonders—how can two different personalities match up?
Wouldn't their differences create a barrier & let their happy lives shatter?
Well, it's the nature of our universe,
Where contrasts always attract,
Connecting two souls together—it's a cosmic truth, undeniable and exact.
Sadly, like ones always repel,
Drifting apart, and at one point, they start to rebel.
To be honest, that does make sense.
We experience both grief and happiness,
Yet together, they complete the beauty of life.
She loves summer & I admire winters,
Which lets us explore the world through changing seasons and skies.
She's hot, and I'm chill—
Just like the Sun and Moon, uplifting each other's beauty in the sky,
A perfect blend of romance & thrill.
With time, opposites start to feel complementary.
Things that once seemed like antonyms now feel like synonyms,
And that’s the ethereal glow of life & time.
Truly blessed are those who harvest best
What can be called “The Gentle Sense”
Of form or shape it cannot be
But is possessed within for eternity
In the quest of addressing dichotomies
The enlightened perceive 360 degrees
By favouring one point at the expense of the other
An appreciation is felt for the opposites together.
Beside the white oaks of the king's ferry
the heavenly princess resists control,
swatting sand flies off of her acacia crown
Night eyes will not hide a spotted sun
its oenomel translating
Tira's blessings in thorn mimosas,
vistas of aphotic and alabaster stripes,
fingerprints of virtue and violence;
—
Opposites attract
I can't look away
My days are defined by routines
Predictable and soothing
Mostly determined by the needs
Of my wife and our five dogs.
My nights in contrast
Are ruled by the mercurial
Creative power of a dreaming mind
Where anything’s possible and welcome.
Where does such creativity come from?
I can only imagine
It is merely the reactive
Opposite of my days.
(12/1/25)
A quietude came over me.
Not unlike stars on the tip of a Blackbird's
beak;
Not unlike the Blackbird, unaware of it's beauty,
Not unlike stars, shining either way.
Good, bad, day and night.
Opposites that once fought hard, vanquished in a sea of delight,
--by the cold of some foggy dawn.
With this in mind,
I drew the longest breath I could.
And for the sake of dew and bark
on my lips,
unclenched my fist and let God go.
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