Light, for a duller world-age
Candle-carried.
Light, reflectively symbolled
Value of this:
Shone, holy, from out whose room
Higher, upstairs
The king of kings occupies.
Snuffed too, now is?
Here is the situation as I see it
It's now time for me to just admit
For this moment, I will commit
I have loved you from the very start
The day I met you, it pricked my heart
Bearing witness as I fell completely apart
You smiled at me, and you said hello
The impact you had you didn't know
I melted inside. I know it had to show
As your voice turned me into a captive
I said wow, you're so beautifully attractive
My words lost as I became hyperactive
I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do
Or anything I wouldn't simply go through
Just to see that wonderful smile on you
I could see there was something there
To those brown eyes and pretty red hair
No other woman could even compare
That's why I was lost from the beginning
As I write, I am even reflectively grinning
Because of this, there would be no winning
By you, my heart was stolen from the start
I beg you, please don't ever leave or depart
Lost without you, I never want to be apart
The sands of entropy in chaotic times,
settle on the shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments wafting with the dispersed dust,
the truth of belief in turmoil oscillates
in the ruffling surge of mayhem.
In the efflux of errant disarray,
everything changes in nonplussed instants.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of intuition,
reflectively masked.
In the squall of divesting consternation,
the disheveled mind in a state of confusion
splinters the leitmotif of emotions.
The confounded cascade of disquiet
drifts them to the misty oblivion.
Yet, when the palace of sands
on the shore of yearning tumbles down,
the psychic waves of feelings
break with the tune of fading ecstasy,
composing the music for the memory,
partly cloudy.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
Unbalanced Entities,
Happy in Their fallacies,
Are Co Creating Reality.
Patterns of Violence,
And complacency,
Run rampantly,
Through Society.
Being catered,
By The Agency,
Directing You and Me,
Dictating our Rights To Be.
Famine and War Plague our Soul Family,
And The Rich are asking for your Charity,
The Classes creating Poverty,
A pointless Economy.
Hypnotizing It's prey,
Guiding the way.
Hiding away.
It's there everyday.
For some it collects dust,
To others It's a must,
All or Bust.
If I could just,
Change the perspective,
Of the collective.
Let's change the Objective,
Subjectively,
Understand It's energy.
From Entity to Entity,
Reflectively,
Respectively.
Flowing repeatedly,
Carrying our energy.
Negatively or positive,
The cycle is a must.
If it's collecting dust,
It's affecting us.
Just let it move freely,
It could just feed the Needy.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
I shall make sure my heart is in the right place
Meditating, I look into myself, introspectively,
I must always be able to look myself in the face
I shall make sure my heart is in the right place,
Justifying why I’ve been given a coveted space
It is always a good thing to observe reflectively
I shall make sure my heart is in the right place
Meditating, I look into myself, introspectively.
Written June 14, 2022
I lie on the cold, damp grass,
alone;
staring reflectively
at the hole
in the tent above me.
I'm only here because I promised;
or rather, you made me promise.
The sky I see through the hole
is dull and grey
and the music drifting heavily
from the stage in the distance
is the darkest blue.
When we laid here in the grass
together;
Just last year;
the sky we saw through the hole
Above us
was bright, light blue,
and the music blared in dazzling colours:
of yellow, red, orange,
and deep purple.
We laughed ourselves silly
about the hole.
The rain dripped in at night
collected in a pan;
the rhythmic drips
keeping time with the music;
or so we convinced ourselves.
Today the rain drips
and makes a damp puddle
on my chest;
next to my heart.
The blue hole is no longer.
The dull grey hole that replaced it;
is like the dead hole left inside me
now that you have gone.
Blue Hole Poetry Contest: Placed 3rd.
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Date wrote: 24-05-2021
This hearth and home, my ivory tower,
where in complete and thoughtful solitude
I daily think, then ponder and often brood
reflectively with creative power:
in the place where I fear not or cower,
where I, here dignified, feel understood;
where I sometimes am seized by raptured moods
that alter my loneliest, and darkest, hours;
and where, waves of pure bliss can clarify
and wash my confusion and gloom away,
filling me with an overpowering high,
a feeling of elation every day,
that only thoughts on God can magnify
and make perfect in the springtime of May.
On the dark side of the sun
So hard to see beyond yourself
Too bright to see the back yard
Of the stars behind the curtain
Behind the mind of time
Are oceans really on the sun?
The forest for the trees exposed
Hides other life forms dressing up
In purple skins of nitroglycerin
Globes covered in raw happy light
Explode their particles to the stars
Rays of rain, subsisting on a solar song
Small objects rounding out the day
Drops of water turn to cosmic mist
Pulsing lights surf on raw waters energy
The proof is in believing everything is wet
Not water in the purest sense adrift
Cast more water on troubled water?
Oceans away the concept seems absurd
Seen through telescopic lenses end
If you must cast aspersions then
See mysteries around the corner
---------------Bend--------------------
Shadows know their way around
Crueler things found in the dark
A dispersion of light bursts forth
Reflectively genuflecting to sight
The other side of midnight dawns
Certainly without a drop of water
The dark side of the sun moves on
Je mourrais pour embrasser tes lèvres
demure propriety awaiting
mists uncover morning crest
arched along crimson tides
glances reflectively linger
last chances filling coffers
only pearls dare still sing
gentle waves wash
upward turns to heaven
Je veux embrasser vos lèvres
scorch your name
upon my naked soul
find me in fluid drips
of your attention
simply holding_
holding on
Fanciful musings written in challenged braille scribbles
midst reveries' graffito on stone-cold deafening walls,
like Greek hieroglyphics for the poetically deranged
awaiting symmetry's reflectively critiqued paroxysms
He left on the train leaving his family behind
Oh feeling such pain one needn't ever remind
And as it pulled away the tears now overflow
It's tough when that day you just don't know
A home now so seemingly empty as I sit on his bed
He was always the pride in me in every word I said
But now he is so grown as I think back on the past
Had I known, I would of tried harder to make it last
I have but one true support who holds me up each day
Around my son a fort protecting his step in every way
Where would I be without the Grace of our Lord above
As He will replace all your doubt with all His Divine love
Oh you'll go up and down, but back and forth it is not
I let Jesus where the crown being thankful for what I got
Your best interest at heart He will never steer you wrong
For He Himself is the whole part in all of what you now long
With anything problem in any area that you are dealing with right now,
Reflectively and quietly speak to Him about it and He will give you an answer.
It may not be the answer you want to hear, but it will be the right answer.
And tell Him to tell you twice, because sometimes you don't hear too well.
There’s a pitter patter sound like a pout
From swiftly moving water all about
There’s an image, a surely intense sight
Where light moves reflectively all the night
Wrapping a shawl on you for protection
Seeing moisture down the intersection
The soothing rhythm abounds all around
This movement barely makes even a sound
The awesome motions which is created
By the great skies love, passion elated
Joy is fulfilled thru the streets of the town
This timepiece brings ecstasy not a frown
Russell Sivey
Contest: Rain, Rain, Rain
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
5/26/2013
Life must be questioned to discover the truth.
Spending all our time in a lonely photo booth,
Taking pictures of our past reflectively aloof,
Hiding in nostalgia to recapture our youth,
Or should we just get over ourselves?
Life should be quizzed to find out what’s wrong.
Living through sorrow to make ourselves strong,
Running past others to get ahead and get along,
Wasting this precious time just playing Mahjong,
Or should we get up and do things?
Life needs a questionnaire to learn what is good.
Gentrify houses to fix the mentality of the hood,
Discuss filmic characters such as Bella and Edward,
Purchase some shelves made from quality wood,
Or should we create stuff of our own?
Life needs a meaning, so let us look for an answer.
Is it in the lucid movements of the simplest dancer?
Is it in the poetry of the pen, or in fighting cancer?
Will we learn it by study, or travelling to France, Sir?
No. The meaning of life is to live.
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