First Kiss
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Persuasive
Passion
Portrayed
Not who you was but whom is portrayed
We all with evil, pulpits shouts redemption rise
Every is entitled to redeem heart of the soul
Upon themselves the desire to want change
Among mist of our depths lays stories, secrets
Darkness evil hidden away torcher's pain
Taught morals, respect, one looks for in another
The kindness of being promoting good will
What is it we are except what we allow
That we have become radical civilization of hate
War falls upon the lips, riots destroy instead unite
Purpose of government not meant to control
But overseer of different law of land we bury
For our own good, forsaken all we stand
While hiding behind image of world our steps
All desiring riches, the promised way to life
But you can not find purpose with close eyes
Among starry skies, dreams of reality hopes
We fly flags, liberation to freedom rights
Each fighting against another even ourselves
We call for change just defile objective to be
Like selling your soul, price we give to breath
But does one die in vain their doing
Where does the soul go that live this breathe
But he be a better man than the world his journey
I can't bring myself
to read the front page news
with which they string us along
as portrayed by the views
of those with a vested interest
or the rest with an axe to grind
who must think we're all
just deaf dumb and blind
to the truth of which there's more
in the speech balloons
of the funny characters
in the Sunday cartoons
it's all a waste of paper
other than those comic strips
and really only good
for wrapping fish and chips
he liked it black and white with no greys in between
even when cracks appeared so strikingly evident
strictly speaking he preferred pink purple and orange
yet when life gave him lemons the brush would not work
the more he stroked and tarred over ruptures and fractures
uncertainty became elusive and poignantly concise
quite the opposite of what he had bargained for with all
the power delusion distraction insecure fear and despair
he knew that the writing was on the wall and yet
the language was foreign complex and would not reveal
meaning message beauty connotation and guidance
as he was blocked into silence depression resentments
all this had been the relentless story of his life and he
could not bear it any longer seemed to have lost all control
a rational mind portrayed it as the gift of desperation
a way forward towards healing perspective and peace
it was difficult to will positive emotions into effect
matters did not fall into balance but skewed misperceptions
what remained was hope rather than mere expectations
and he carried his burdens into an unpredictable but promising future
A lightbulb conjures Edison
but shines on another,
relevant
in the war of currents, (1)
that another player sparked -
vastly intelligent.
It would be the world's fate
to have its current alternate,
and, too, Tesla spared the elephant. (2)
(1) In the "War of the Currents" in the late 1880s and early 1890s, surrounding the introduction of competing electric power transmission systems, Thomas Edison promoted Direct Current (DC), and Nikola Tesla promoted Alternating Current (AC), which is now the standard for power grids around the world.
(2) Per Wikipedia, "In popular culture, Topsy [the elephant] is often portrayed as being electrocuted in a public demonstration organized by Thomas Edison during the war of the currents to show the dangers of alternating current." However, it goes on to reveal a more complex (but just as horrible) truth.
Place: Honourable mention
“Oh, my dear mirror!
You show the queerer,
The beautiful and the ugly,
As they are!
Everything on the left
Stays on the left;
Everything on the right
Stays on the right.
What you see, you show,
Neither less nor more!
You’re the best judge,
That we all know!
Even for the sake of fun
Against none,
You never show
An iota of grudge!”
When I ask, if it has anything
to say on the contrary, it humbly says,
“If I’m curved inwardly or outwardly,
I show you the things quite differently!
If I’m broken into many pieces,
A shattered image you get from me!
I’m impartial to the core when I’m flat,
And reflect exactly what is before me!”
You are portrayed altogether differently
By the people with crooked minds!
People with plain minds portray you as you’re!
A great lesson from the mirror, we’ve to learn!!
Teardrops fall from memories
of days and nights that never were
when my love vanished with the gray horizon
leaving fragmented recollections to relive
trying to fit the broken pieces together
as if my loss was an illusion
a love portrayed, a love lost
perhaps a dream to remember
of thoughts about what could have been
created from the ashes
that drift in the sleep of lonely nights
where a tear-stained face
crosses a barren shadowed stage
under a dim-lit light of reflection
to play the last tear-filled scene of love lost
It seems to me that plastic lives, are those that are portrayed,
By people whose lives are more than likely, wrongfully conveyed
Social media is good for nothing, except to zombify
People who sacrifice their lives, for the likes that they rely.
Nobody lives a perfect life, plastic lives seem wrong.
Life is far more challenging than the one each claim belong.
And the irony of those who seek, is that nobody truly cares
Each play the game, so in return, their life you’ll have to bare.
In return for all this sacrifice, to prove their life has worth,
They forego the simple pleasures of living on this Earth,
The secret is not creating, the illusion of the best
But being thankful who you are, without the need to be obsessed.
she wished to know
so taking her permission
I peeped deep into her womb
to have a conversation
with a foetus therein
what I saw
with my soul’s eye
was God’s spark as light
in the innermost cave
glowing as all heart
we spoke for a while
in as our souls entwined
mirroring the one light of God in all
sheathed in the foetus’s heart
as source of life itself
Self dwells in singularity
loosely portrayed as heaven
it chooses to experience duality
so takes birth as organic form
to learn to love by touch
with God as the core
the only true substance
by His will new life develops
to fulfil His will on earth
as it is in heaven
Nothing lies between charming Eve and her,
portrayed in the radiant face of rainbow hue,
shimmering with an enigmatic smile.
The charisma of the spectacular still life,
created layer on layer by maestro Vinci,
activates the sense of awe in the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dreams.
The tinsels of charm swathe the mesmerized hearts,
pulsating with beguiling celestial cadence.
The aura of exquisite brilliance spreads the veil of mystery
on the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence,
worthy of memento in lunar luminescence.
A kiss can say everything without a word,
the most beautiful music a heart has ever heard.
Your kiss will send my soul to Paradise,
where I see "I love you" spring from your eyes.
A kiss can make the best of a trying day,
give hope to a soul and chase blues away.
So much is shared when gentle lips meet,
nothing else compares, its taste is so sweet!
A kiss can say "I'm falling for you"
and will hold a heart the whole night through.
It joins two spirits in a dance of bliss,
what's in the heart is portrayed in a kiss.
A kiss can move and give hope for love,
it feels like a breath from up above.
It swoons, it touches, it enthralls the soul,
with the power to make a broken heart whole.
A kiss between lovers is a beautiful thing,
time stands still while joys tenderly sing.
Of all things pleasing, there is one thing I miss,
holding you close and falling into a kiss.
I remember that day so long ago
when my family all went to the local store
and I discovered the traveling art show
paintings had they on every wall
price so low that even I could buy
and I did wandering gaze upon them
but until I did come upon one
a scene portrayed that I have not forgot
a violent storm crashing upon
a stone dock from city ancient
banners torn within the wind
tatters only did there remain
hung up on upon pillars strong
standing forth in the pouring rain
lightning flashed within the storm
waves rose so high then fell upon
docks were which no ship was tied
there so lonely with in the storm
and a price I could afford
and I wanted it to buy
but my mother would hear it not
and in her house it would not hung
many years now have I sought
never again for me to see
always searching for the painting lost
Life, as if fear itself bestowed
Fantasy of a act in human life
Betrayed drama of what is to be
Or wickedness of a species breath inhale
Mind illusion to a dream's reality
They push thought, molding image or control
Way of life, a promise to happiness
A struggle life, none equal unless classed
Hopes to live life fruitfulness
Laughter, the key to kindness joy
We watch, what is portrayed the purpose
But do we thrive under its anger
That we turn not to right or wrong
But the hunger of our own ambitious emotions
Is it so much that we fear death
That realistically we know no time
In life itself a dying soul each day
Mortality taught and trampled beneath constitution
Existence of your journey sane or in vain
We live in a lie covering truth
Actions of many pardon crime of nature
Way of life, we're killers walking the streets
Where theirs is worth more than the innocent
We trade a way of life for what's to be
For destructive society digging their own grave
My dust, scattered in breath of the breeze
Way of life, is it what you hoped to be
Dante Gabriel Rossetti famed for his femme fatales
some of whom were more than just his 'pals'
Frederick Leighton also adept@ art politic&diplomacy
nothwithstanding his 'ladies' portrayed so temptingly
Nathaniel Bacon posed vegetables artistically
alongside a 'model' so erotically
Why worry after life
Worry what you do today
Yesterday was a lesson
For today is the action
Tomorrow is uncertain
Live life one day at a time
Do the right thing
You will be praise the same
Our life is but a fleeting
Care what you have right now
Let God wrote your diary
See to it that it's nicely written
Your story is well portrayed
And ending is nicely done.
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