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A historic flood

A
historic flood
forgotten except in
tucked away 
newspapers
which a reader
runs across and
due to an assumed
overlay of time
apparently
avoids the freedom
arising as what
is happening~~

The Sunshine Band

The sunshine band, ember sunset.
Stunning swans' graceful elegance
Serenely swim, one can't forget.
The sunshine band

Overlay peace yet endlessness
Cast, swayed in the balmy breeze, yet
It displayed depth and eloquence;
The sunshine band

Loyalty to each other let
These white feathered benevolence
Dip their heads together, heart set.
The sunshine band

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Discovering Light

Discovering Light 

Cry Ugly shame lost its power

Shame was regret…

Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough…

He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of… 

He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short 

He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry. 

Discovery emerged reading his heirloom book… regret quickly segued into shame.

Shame perfected as a child… stepping stones used to set my foundation 

Decades devoted to unraveling the source… reflected in the dark strands of thread woven in my tapestry 

Oblivious of the light, silver and gold spun adjacent to and translucent overlay… changing the tapestry's initial designation.


Sherry Barton 
April 13,

Death came a stalking

In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain

Insomnia

by method of falling 
into sleep I count the things     I’d trade

                                     -would I die 
for sleep?- 

and in multitudes they rise 
like the inverse of all the mysteries 
within a world’s deepest ocean,

a world even bigger than our own. 

and in this multitude of things 
I cannot find you       because 

our collective moments are tailor-made 
by whatever powers that be 
for lucid dreams        echoes

of nothingness that overlay 
the noise, frost of a winters’ night 
that glistens as it strokes your skin 
so beautiful it can kill you dead 

and you’ll think it was worth it

Impressions

IMPRESSIONS
singular
  radical
 &contemporary
startling
subtle
&intense

pensive
solitary
inner existence
pictured
slightly askance

a radiance
  blossoms
&appears
outstretched
between
 an extraordinary
atmosphere
&the
presence
of
something
perfect

elusiveness
  trembles
radiating
a wonderful
overlay
recognisable
  over time
absorbing
the
indeterminate

Quiet

on the waning edge of day
sunset rolls white clouds to pink and amber strands
sifting back and forth like a quilt's overlay of color
a sprawling vista
                      unstoppable
the quiet glide between hope and trepidation
 
bended sky to quell settling light
in gold, pink clouds
                       quill thin, like tangled trails of choice
these warm stretches of glow
drifting
into scattershot lives

sunset whittled back
as night cuts the canvas
remaking itself
ethereal
into the the soft weave of another darkness
strapped to another day




Poem composed April 1st/2023

Silver Drip

Shadowy silver curls of sweat
Beads of pearls along the way
Coats of pink nail polish
With sparkling silver overlay
Easy streets yet broken beats
Of concrete noise in an urban throng
Of despair and hollow noise
Dogs and cats eat the wooden bark
Of coquettish thriving meows
Silver singles, oh yes, us oldies do mingle

The Golden Days

THE GOLDEN DAYS

I sit to write my childhood spun,
Those memories I carry are just like none.
When Yes was 'yes ' and No was 'no',
No stress No worries all time to flow.

Rise up early for the lovely day,
To see what pleasure overlay.
With mommy's love and unconditional care,
And daddy's super grooming powers to share!

Could I repeat my crazy thinks,
With friends gregarious who equally linked.
For being the best of best in slots,
Or jumping off those walls and knots.

When Stories Bloom

Conditioning
That entangled
Overlay of stories..
Identification
Brings suffering
And desires to
Escape what
Seems broken..
That's how the
Stories go..
Ending when
Stories bloom...

Rhythmic Visions

A beat up club with a broken sign 
‘Dreamers wanted! Dead or alive. ‘
Blood overlay on the stage,
I could see how it was; 
Music pulsating;
Rhythmic visions 
penetrate
with the 
past.

I Wandered Lonely As a Leaf That Falls

Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls,
unmourned, to the distant ground
I paused when I heard a far bird's calls
Magic I'd missed looking down--
royal Autumn leaves danced in gold and red.
This must be where my lonely heart has led.

Opened my eyes to this spellbound place,
and breathed air perfumed by pine.
Then sat near blossom with smiling face,
feeling thoughts and heart align.
I watched grass spinning beneath a tall oak;
heard whispered promises breeze softly spoke.

Head full of dreams, I wandered along
paths worn by many steps before.
Mountain larks welcomed me with a song,
I spied lilacs, bluebells, and more.
Around each corner, surprises await.
I feel my loneliness start to abate.

I happen upon a wayward creek,
sit and watch her bouncing spray,
Bubbling with laughter, just what I seek--
hidden by an oak overlay.
Untethered nature met unquiet heart.
Now I burst with song; can't tell us apart!

September 18,2022
for "I Wandered Lonely As A..." contest
by Natasha L. Scragg
Third Place
Poem of the Week

By Happenstance

By happenstance a glance may say
we humans saw the light of day
in universe’s vast expanse
to personate our song and dance
within a fleeting earthly stay.

At night black velvet sky array
stelliferous with appliqué
might seem to firmament enhance
by happenstance.

Yet ‘midst the starry overlay
concomitantly underway
cause and effect their course advance
encompassing in nexus trance
connections cosmic, not at play
by happenstance.


~ Harley White


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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…

A source of inspiration was the following…

Info and image ~ Hubble Views a Not-So-Lonely Galaxy…

Just For Kicks

Some lives I had more time alone,
This life though has too much life owned,
I wish I could go back to the day,
I did my fusion dance with my mirror saw an overlay,
The overlay was me slightly delayed,
So when I moved it was multiple meese,
Different colors transparent but geeze,
It called me weak in a deep voice but in my mind,
Asked to switch places,
Better then drugs some ancient rituals done out of love,
Or should I say lack of anyway,
Last girl to deny me gave me that day.

Empty Your Bucket

We have been reshaping -
brush strokes of vision on a pristine canvas.

This place is an art class for eyes that have yet to see;
an overlay of paint needs washing away.

Whatever is made visible becomes a virtual reality.
Hell is a full bucket spilling over.

The moon will shine as blue and green as the earth
when we have eyes to see it so.

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