Singing with outside
transcendent
ego-theistic
wealthy resonant voice
while dancing inside
Eartheistic
healthy resilient choice
RePresents ancient sacred reconnections
of messianic verbal thoughts
invoking bodhisattva nonverbal feelings
Amusing muse vocations
re-presenting compassionate communications
contentiously contenting
indigenous EarthTribe wisdom
Singing while dancing
mindbody
humanely divine
crown/root chakra
expanding circles of resonant
resilience.
Categories:
reconnections, dance, health, integrity, mental
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Like Winter
predicts Summer
Dark grey suffering
is not yet total green forest
and blue sky loss
As one cold
lonely voice
isolating experience
need not preclude
warm
yet alone
embracing vulnerable memories
transparent images
anticipating full-bodied reconnections,
compassionate life choices
As EarthTribal respiration
invites EarthMother regeneration
wombs reproductive
eggs
nuts
seeds
Surviving thistles
not yet Othering
weeds
As painful apartheid
is not yet anxious death
nor anticipating life
As isolating trauma discoveries
are not yet therapeutic
solitary thoughts
anticipating glad feelings
passionate
about sacred intimacy,
boundless recovery.
Categories:
reconnections, culture, earth, health, integrity,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
On the edge of November sighs
the end of October steps aside,
the roses no longer in bloom
as they did in the warmth of June;
come the winter of our descent
into timeless age well spent
as memories overtake our souls and hearts
remembering what drew us close then set us apart;
Slip away old grudges and gilded mistakes purveyed
forget the sin and errors once made
return to love, acceptance for the asking
of reunions and reconnections unmasking
the illusions long ago of right and wrong decisions
when time slips into retrograde.
Categories:
reconnections, life, time,
Form: Rhyme
The problem with movies.
I’ve watched so many movies they
show a life not quite real
the insidious trap is that
so many show
how things should actually be.
On celluloid is shown so many things
that lift an audiences hopes,
connections can be made
that reconnections are possible,
That redemption and heroism are real!
The movies are so convincing,
suspend disbelief, allow hopes to lift
live shared moments of happiness,
promise adventure cathartic release,
justice always gives satisfaction,
visions of love and battling evil
happiness and success.
Real life is not like that
more complicated, less simple
much much longer,
and not in any way the ideal.
People are not enemies or friends,
there is no clear love and hate,
shades and shades of drifting grey
now darker now lighter never constant.
Movie over and faced with life,
should we feel betrayed, By whom?
Directors producers for presenting ideals
ourselves for temporary hopes and belief?
The betrayal is that we’re shown what should be
but cannot make it real.
©T.Arnold
Categories:
reconnections, growing up, hurt, muse,
Form: Blank verse
Pictures: You And I Our Romance
The bottom line here
Is the mutual feeling of both in the pictures
Pictures do incriminate sometimes discriminate
But somehow cannot be denied
We are like love birds.
Overlooking the vast horizons
The Wyndham Resort is breathtaking adventure
The experience was memorable and pleasurable, immensely
Imagine the gaping 42 years in the making happened
Heading to a grandeur reconnections.
The sweetest among the sweets
The warmest among the swarming warmth
And the behind and close door scenes
White roses and scrabble games are preludes to:
Pictures: You and I Our Romance!
Categories:
reconnections, love
Form: Free verse
When it’s all for being something
There’s nowhere left to realise
That everything is done against us
And everyone still has to hide
In their shallow reconnections
In their eyes that are aglow
There’s a place that goes unmentioned
In this world we are alone
Consciously we can’t remember
There’s a price that comes with fear
And even though we think we know this
The price we pay will soon be clear
Burn the answers that condemn you
Follow darkness through the night
The truest interests are our issues
But real acceptance holds the light
Instead we fashion every statue
Instead we envy everything
And so we circle through this wasteland
Where it’s almost criminal to think
Categories:
reconnections, faith, inspirational, life, people,
Form: Lyric