The Mirror is my forbode
It shows fragility in my face
but my mental self preservation
still resides
I am dancing with light
Rim and Refractive light interludes
bringing her reflective nature to fore
I am rewarded with both fear and delight
But I come without tears
Questions come to me
What should and could I have been
An Academic or A Police Officer
but my mirror comes without preconceptions
I am a drowned Man
The ghost of the future
Shattered not broken still as a star
sustained from heaven
no silence can mar
Refractive light * reflections of self
seen through God's eyes,
we are !
Like in nature , life itself will grow to an extend
on something through
when love binds may hold it tight together
for certain destinations will sooner fall than stand
and revolution may replace growth and development
and something thus again and again
yes, how sometimes nature is refractive or mirraged
how sometimes white or blue or black or indigo
yes, how five or ten years through or century?.
his lean equine face with dust-brown eyes
defines hardship
a gaunt frame
undernourished
he squats on city pavement
there in the crook of his neck and shoulder
a white bird
cradled, stroked
cooing
"I bought the dove with my can money when the pet store
closed."
he shakes his can of coins at me like keys jingling
at locked doors
a delicate coarseness
this vagabond
human haven
for a white dove
something sacred
that's he's obliged to care for
that spikes sustainable
refractive light at how we view others
cut by luck decomposing
as sunlight squeezes into city hatchways
into stories we don't own
into a soiled world that sometimes
falls away like hands from a piano
Poem composed July 3, 2023
When you stare at a full moon,
does it map a heart distracted?
does it bear grief-thoughts
caught by light refractive?
does it shred a net of self protection?
is it a lunar mirror of your own reflection?
A glow to seize the brass ring of one's attention
Tell me, does your settled glance kick start
solumn meditation?
Do you ponder a kneeling peace of enviable salvation?
Is a world in fractions a baffling link, distraction?
Or is a stare uncharted, simply wonder drifting?
A gaze that softly moulds your face in night.
Lumbering moments to close the buzzing chords
of blight
Questions unanswered that seal the wounded
light
Poem revised: February 15, 2021
the light sways each break
cast upon waters wake
constant movement capture
waves reflecting shimmer
refractive glass splinter
mirage slicing a mirror
each simple twists of fate
swim deep in retreat
die beneath the stillness
a silent repose of agonies sleep
trapped in drowning grief
swallowed by misery's caress
beached in sorrows weep
crawl the shore
on battered knees
the beat of a fist concede
grip of blood and sand
bury a heart already gone
pounding the sum
the pulse of a drum
a beggars demand
trembles in a shiver
to breath
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Mastered Puppets
Of the voices thrown and never shown their cries travel well
A starving sewn with a bitter bone of their life a quiet quell
With larval lips that are losing grips where echoes only dwell
Their smile drips as they use their fingertips in a yielding yell
Left alone with a grunting groan their silence slaved to seal
Ruling the hunger zone a thirst on throne with a musty meal
Voices held captive and anguish adaptive with souls of steal
Their reality refractive with dreams inactive they still congeal
Mastered and strung with a tangled tongue they begin to pray
A heart hung and death unsung, wounded words they convey
With tears they wash as the sorrows squash their moral display
The sounds that swash in their postured posh soon fade away.
June.18.2018
Ventriloquist Poetry
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
jugglers moved in
wiggling their tails
rainbows in her
deep right dimple
edges of her dancing
hair caressing the pink lips
subdued pastal hues
purple marrying green
internally reflected
light of passion
decluttering hidden
sorrows misaligned
refractive index of
resistant love
10.19 am
july 19 2016
everyday you come in class
it seems you'll say find the refractive index of glass
for me physics is dry
to make it interesting you always did try
a lot of mistakes
i daily make
but you never give up
whenever my mood is rough
so here's my promise i'll work hard
please help in physics every part
for A.K. sir
Walking through this dry parched land feeling as though I were cursed; or blessed?!
Tasting its malignant barren soils and enduring its parallels void empty winds
As a foreigner arriving at a distant city wherein, everything is bartered in an illusions
Being sold at the markets amid this montage and myriad of refractive delusions....
Short upon vision, and in love with invisible yet visible balls and chains; pleasure or pain!?
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Darkness obscured your danger sign, imperceptible but not benign.
My dreams flowed into a high electric field, our minds taped and concealed--
Your heart was radioactive; all my emotions were refractive.
I sacrificed full support before the strings were cut short.
The promising harmony in our memorized words matched us backwards.
"There is always a possibility" . . . caused susceptibility . . .
Bitten by beating betrayal was a poor, pitiful portrayal.
Heart radioactive, skin magnetic, and eyes apologetic--
I emitted isotopic tears as I enveloped my vile fears,
A sharp gamma knife damaging our decayed friendship by a half-life.
Heart radioactive, skin magnetic, and eyes apologetic--
The nuclear attraction in an atmosphere of chain reaction.
Exponentially drifting apart in your radioactive heart.
Orange
This now time is a gift to graft a moment
In the mist,
Or how in the midst of circumstance;
Such volatility brews this even stance to render;
balance for the few;
What year is this bleak friend?
You who seeks vibrations from the set,
The top of the refrigerator,
The bottom of the sea?
Where does a deep remorseful dream stir?;
To well up deep within the shuddering silence
Held within; or does a dark wave’s causation meld with
Castigation of one’s doubts.
But in this brilliant sunrise display
all shines,
all smiles,
all cascades from window shade to
Refractive prism’s wonder: Orange.
A vacant stare upon the surface is not required or
Allowed in this kitchen’s staging glory
Palms up I have summoned you,
From my heart,
Welled up through my eyes,
Selective in surprise
to see,
To seek,
To let such majesty seep one blue,
To let this moment stand a sterling gift to you:
Orange.
Causeway bent refractive source
temporary detour charted course
Rainbow bent in times of old
straightened pathway pot of gold
Fore who can make the crooked straight
distinguish difference love and hate
Bridge the gap for migrating souls
soothing feet upon burning coals
Spectrums color of enlighten
only love will continue to brighten
Within' is gold that must return
forever light.....eternal burn
As I peer into the mirror
Of my Refractive Telescope
Past the belt of Orion
I spy the approaching Apocalypse
A globular irregular comet
Flaring of its endless tail
Spreading dust across the galaxy
On a collision course for planet Earth
Turning away, I stand and ponder
What a waste, the trappings and status
Of the human race, for what purpose
Twelve, twenty-one, twenty twelve
It will be for not
Turning back to the lens and thinking of
The alien Mayan Long Count, how ironic
Sidereal time places the impact date
Exactly when their calendar ends
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