HOMAGE TO OTHERNESS
cultural
preserves
in
ambitious
secondary
reproductions
& reservations
imitate
the
inevitable
thematic
choices
with
distinctive
paraphrased
oblique
adaptations
apparently
& unusually
plausibly
unadulterated
yet
conspicuous
focussed
perceptions
Gratified be, in folds of your drape
If you choose to snitch anyhow
Your ending will not impress.
Life has countless slaps
If you will go prating anyhow
Your tongue will scatter and mess
Appetite without restraint
If you will go feasting anyhow
Gut churning is plausibly, not a curse.
Focus on things that truly counts
If you will go befriending anyhow
Dreams will remain, horizon reach
The portals of time will never wait,
Leaving unfinished dreams behind
To excel, it’s the work of grace
Cling to the maker and by his grace,
Then like a bough you hardly can fall
Sustained by his trunk of grace.
As the maker will flings sorrow,
You will prosper, resolute and true
And your work will outlive ages.
Rights Reserved
What if I write a blank
or draw a curtain…curtains
for me, in this dank poetry.
What pertains to right…
is it wrong to stray, head
the other way, away from
well known artistry. First succeed
in basics…oh the breeding…
the warning heeding…don’t get
all caught up. Let your imagination
run with the bulls, fly with haloes.
Crumble not
under the weight, the crushing heresy
agape…still watch your spelling,
laughing…
unless you meant to…wait for it…
change your gait right out of the gate.
Oh they will hate you…
won’t that be great.
Take fifty paces of oxygen
and don’t be late…don’t be late.
just be great. applause….applause.
plausibly the worst write…right?
W R i T e
2/27/2023
Sixty Years Wed
Sixty years since the magnificent day
In many precious moments along the way
Xanadu in impeccable joy
That no one in the world could ever cloy
You were joined in married bliss to enjoy.
You are together where you both belong
Every day it’s clear your love remains strong
And both hearts sing a song of faithfulness
Rendition of love’s soulmate tenderness
Sung softly all your lives in gentleness.
Wishing you peace, glee and love for all times
Extremely harmonious rhythm and rhymes
Dance forever together sweet Valentines.
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“Diamonds are forever and plausibly
All your future dreams were your destiny.”
Congratulations Sara and Tom!
12th October 2022
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Trailing his hand in the river of time
Fishing for memories like tickling trout,
He tries to grasp the slippery glimpses
Of loves he has known, Spring and Summer,
In his youth when life was plausibly sweet.
If he could but cross time and realise
Again the triumphs and disasters, then
He could try seven more times, spider-like
To weave a web to capture his lost loves
Who resisted, who refused, who shunned him.
In the Summer sunlight, the golden flow
Of hair cascading over her shoulders,
Her face alight with joy in his presence,
Her slim form faint in his memory
As he summons her name without success.
Instead, a star burns bright in the darkness
And he hears again a beloved voice
Which, stilled too soon, fades away on the breeze.
Only the ancient dead retain the sound
And his life is washed clean in forgetting.
Memory replays misty scenes of
Faded gains and losses, all submerging
In Lethe's drowsy drift of confusion.
He trails his hand in the river of time,
Reaching for memories which slip away.
Sun shines but there is frail in my room
My whole life is covered by total dimness
Ever since you left, my world changed.
I could not wear the best smile on my cheeks.
You painted love and defined what it is,
But suddenly disappear just like you did.
What would my life be if you were still with me?
Guess I’m not lost amidst of ambiguity.
I could imagine how magical it would be
Clashing our brilliance and odd styles,
Counting twinkled stars untouchable above and
Writing our stories to tell it to our kids.
All of our dreams would plausibly do come true
If you decided not to leave so soon…
Now I’m holding our pictures
Looking back the uncut scenes of past,
Abruptly tears pour on my face and yelp.
What made you decide to give up on us?
What made you choose to give your life up?
Oh why?! Please tell me your answers darling!
Till I realized that I’m still lamenting inside
Longing for love and care at your side.
I hear it all
Simply falling away
Mind’s a silent war
With time never a yesterday
Never maturing but grows
Understanding within capacity
Never-ending but flows
Only moments within proximity
I see as I would the blind
For the sighted world I fail to see
Yet I am never once to find
A truer self where one can never be
Might you define truth?
Might one plausibly exist?
Is alone enough to be aloof?
When did everyone you enlist?
It will rise, it will fall
Hardly in dear Heaven’s way
It all began... this silent war
Have you that every yesterday?
whether in deep of dark
whether brightest of noonday
there's always eyes askance
casing out the come-what-may
checking angles broadly obtuse
to meaning of some stances
and other sideways glances
seeing what they can deduce
dressed in black sleek style
with shiny silent-soled shoes
steeling their desires awhile
looking affections to peruse
undecided won't be chided
on what may happen possibly
taking what comes in stride
capers can happen plausibly
who's the thief and who's
the hapless victim can be
in love's game hard to choose
pilfered affection too pat to see
yet if i am your prize you
might then surmise that i too
a second-story man pull a coup
to steal your heart, in full view
just be aware that life ain't fair
and goods are taken every day
some want more than a share
of hearts affections to take away
© Goode Guy 2011-08-02
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