I unlock my strongbox. My old mind is crammed with silver screen gold. I manipulate, polish, reshape, bend. Eclectic draught, a childhood net, a lifetime’s catch. All that l gleam, imagination stew and the pervious present, preserved.
a black and white film
colorized and good remake —
truth sought in sequel
RHYMES AND REASONS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
5/31/2020
We've never given them a job
They'll only do a service.
And that could be of any kind
they chose to be less pervious.
And when they go to do a job
they'll chose from one of us.
To make it seem their bad idea
was ours and not to fuss.
So when they go to need a dollar
they'll show us their receipt.
And tell us that when things get bad
we're taxed for their defeat.
As we all go to pay their taxes
and income can go down.
As everything they've said to us
is backed before the crown.
What the eye can see
or heart can feel,
we fondle nerves of the mind
to perceive. In a black and white
photo hanging bare, unframed,
received by my reflection
falling
from a beige-colored page.
Melding with shapes of sky
and curves of cool serenity,
a rainy day frozen in love
as clouds congregate above
and from umderneath street lights
in still drops of rain -
photographed and shared.
I feel haunted by this vision,
an artist’s gray eyes seep into my soul.
We, two, connect, our storm
fueled layers -
all black, white; the shadows between.
I make a wish here,
found in this moment,
pervious in timeless perception.
In absence of color, I see more
than storms in ominous skies,
I see hope in bold and fading
light, temptation-
heavens and earth
in beautiful discord.
What the eye can see
or the heart can feel,
beauty animates each part of the whole,
in every transparent drop of rain
every dark and light cloud
encircling our touch.
3/7/15
Tableau this fashion's design; laying out her beauty's puzzle ?
In tantalizing light majestic of, bluish gray; love's Maltese kittens
Years were claimed his rocking chair production ? Hydrospheric time
Clasp it's cup and fragrant petals; their evening stars burlesque de facto....
Symbolized velvet tides pervious her kiss sublime Gemini, she shares my tithes.
Art Is For Sale
The Art is for sale
As the banner reads
Under the shadows of sponsor
The colors of mind lay to dry
Colors of the personality mingle
Orange, green, red and blue
Bursting on canvas of money
How much of it is genuine aRts
As it only exists in $ and £
Artist today survive on desires
Hope someday a rich man
will buy them all
patronize him and his aRt
I am not against the rich
Nor favoring any one
Its just today’s outlook
To survive to pain
You must sale the pervious
But some application to those
Who care to preserve the aRts
For money or for love
The aRt is for sale
Closer I fall
Away from
Pervious thoughts
I thought had
Stuck
Sticking to me
Like crazy glue
I believed
All the things
Said
All the situations
Dreamt inside my
Head
Closer I fell
For what was
So far from me
But close enough
In my mind
To pretend I was
A pretty enough
Thought to keep
Around in your mind
Building it up
So high I thought
It'd touch the sky
Believing with
My eyes
Close enough
To see what
All of this really means
To you and me
I will fall again
Someday and if
It's the same story
With the same lines
The same smile
The same voice
Then I will know
How things will turn out
Won't I?
God must have brought you to me for a reason
God must had knew I needed someone like you
God must had heard my cry’s for a good guy
God must had known you was going to be in my life
God must had seen my pervious relationships
God must had knew that you would change a lot about me
God must had knew that you would treat me better
I thank God everyday, because he brought you to me. You make me smile, laugh,
and happy. I love you!!!
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