My friends live in the dark periphery of life
Hopeless guys
They were also born into this world, like us
Some of them are poor, some of them are rich
And some of us come from the middle class
We are the same. Everybody. – Something wrong to
Hopeless guys
The opportunities of life? Ways, events, or friends?
Something different. The suffering sensitive heart
cannot recognise the right way. Life is a glaze
Just a mask, all are different and sized for everyone
Hopeless guys
Hopeless guys, hopeless guys, it is possible to live
To live a new life? Together, possibility is potential
The era of life is changing, wait, hope is coming to your life
Categories:
periphery, dream, fate, hope, life,
Form: Free verse
A really wrong place for who must hide,
All the roads leading to center wide…
Where the sociable prays to be dumped,
As he would never be skipped nor jumped…
The opposite of periphery
Of many things their territory:
The consistent and the slippery
Absolute substance and frippery…
Center is the place to meet a king,
But around one they form a ring;
To do a king harm pretty hard:
The watched from all sides by Good Guard…
Far from the center you are fainter:
To be noticed, then, trust some painter;
That’s why a center one should enter,
What’s more! At the center men gentler…
Still, the place one needs shrewd mentors
Against frivolities and banters:
Fanciful reflections on centaurs
And chains-hating. full freedom chanters…
Where Nations’ Capitals are cited
To foes strain before they are sighted.
Categories:
periphery, analogy, appreciation, education, places,
Form: Rhyme
Have rendered across terrains in quest,
Of the art that defines the supreme of creation
In books, in objects and systemised objectification
Have sought a path, travelled, failed and announced it complex, tiring, rootless and fake.
Tired, restless, having seeked and being dejected I have rested my case
From the outer orbits I have flung to
I decide to dip inside, and reach the core of the atom that binds the world by
And slowly as my body lowers into the trenches, a feeling exorbitant yet simple hits the core of my heart and I see
And I shout, unlike the unclear voices of murmur that slipped my lips before.
On a sloppy dying day of summer I found the light, in me.
Categories:
periphery, deep,
Form: Free verse
Augenblick
By David J Walker
The edge the border
The verge the skirt
The last words heard before
The brink
The perimeter the periphery
The point the bound
A wink
All found before the final line
That, if crossed
All is lost
In the circumference of extremity on
The brink of death as the
Augenblick of the final step
Into what waits beyond
The threshold the precipice
The outer limit brim
Too often
I find myself standing
too near
To the partition of the purlieus
and fear the loss of footing
before the zenith leads
to the nadir
And I am left in the position
Of a historian with
Nothing more to fear
Categories:
periphery, allegory, death,
Form: Rhyme
Many love the spotlight
And will grab it when they can.
Attention-seeking seems to be
Their life-long master plan.
Others bask in adulation
When it comes their way,
Though they’re just as happy
When they aren’t on display.
But a lot of folks are living,
Or at least from what I see,
An existence in the shadows
Or on the periphery.
As they’re standing on the sidelines
And observing from afar,
Opportunities drift by
Yet they are stuck right where they are.
It’s a mystery what holds them –
Varied reasons all their own –
But contented or resentful,
They’re insistently unknown.
Still, behind closed doors, just maybe,
Though they’re hidden from our sight,
They are nurturing some talent
That may never see the light.
Categories:
periphery, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
On the periphery of people,
who cackle when you bleed.
So hard understanding them.
Nor do they bother to understand me.
I'm the flitting moth, around them.
In their thick black gravity.
Half wanting to be a part of (it)
the other yearns to retreat.
Another year called awkward.
Filled with imperfect fits.
A one-person dance.
To be included is not on my wish list...
On the periphery of people,
it's in my DNA.
To not be a part of anything
Silence is a friend.
Categories:
periphery, confusion, people,
Form: Free verse
Let me be
On the periphery
And not take center stage.
I guarantee
It’s best for me,
Especially as I age.
While some feel free,
Without a fee,
With audience to engage,
I disagree.
So let me flee
To where I belong, the page.
Categories:
periphery, introspection, life, on writing
Form: Rhyme
I am on the periphery
On the outside looking in
On all of what has come before
On all the things that might have been
I think about those possibilities
The things I might have done
Would I have made different choices
To change any of what has been?
I am on the periphery
On the outside looking forward
To the seasons of my mind
To all the joys I may have yet to find.
~ CA Kysely May 9th, 2011
(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
periphery, introspection, lifemay,
Form: Lyric
Glassy memory wrestles me with scorn
Envisioning our flame once ever-bright,
Natural in flowing charm, such love reborn
To reflect divine creation each night.
Revelry taunts with dodgy clarity;
I’d abandoned the triumph of fervor
Forgetting such colossal rarity
In my float, this bobbing life preserver.
Caustic regret pulls my soul asunder
As the fool, undeniably aloof,
The walking embodiment of blunder
Isolated with messages as proof,
Outside your sphere to wile away my end
Never to be welcomed home as your friend.
Categories:
periphery, angst, loss, love
Form: Sonnet
On a path laid as a snake,
Trodden down a winding wake,
Curls and slithers into night,
To thrones of ever-dimming light;
I hold still and gripped with feeling
In a mist that wraps concealing,
And I glimpse her flicker by
From the corner of my eye.
Heartless granite fissures break
At prayers to God of souls to take,
In their vessels bled to white,
Shells of failure and of blight;
It snares and snags as ivy veins,
Upon the brickwork, grasps and strains,
And I catch her ribbons fly
From the corner of my eye.
Set adrift in this domain,
The dead volcanoes that refrain,
Never smoking nor erupt
For the end was sharp, abrupt;
I feel the ether of despair
Envelope skin with frosted air,
I spot the crystals melt and die
From the corner of my eye.
No space for sorrow to explain,
To tell how love was savaged, slain,
The stir of breath can bare disrupt
Or wall of silence interrupt;
A fear of days, in truth, compare
With nights that always hunger there,
Unguarded moments, her I spy
From the corner of my eye.
Categories:
periphery, loss, lost love, love,
Form: Verse
gnats, hovering in a
tear drop, battle dust motes for
room. a peaceful wind
separates them. i should be
glad with my personal space.
Categories:
periphery, introspection, life, nature, people,
Form: Tanka