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Judging you by what you wear
or by the car you drive
the words forever hollow
whose bees have left the hive
Taking stock while looking back
through scarlet colored glass
the vision false, the judgment worse
its memory to outlast
Forming all opinion
by what is wrapped or clad
deception in the present sense
the view less good than bad
Stepping back while looking in
my eyes take off their shield
to see much deeper than before
—my prejudice to yield
(The New Room: March, 2021)
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I do not know?
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I sense everyone’s eyes on ME,
Instead, I look down upon MYSELF,
Forgetting no opinion matters but I,
My decision to look to you,
Infused, within me, terror of THEM,
Doing nothing, to calm my heart
Astoundingly, remorse seemed to vanish,
Converted to a renewed determination,
It was all rather inevitable,
Bound to happen they say,
Silver lining, through the dark
Reality is too vivid,
Dangerous clouds forming over,
Abruptly, for a millisecond,
I look at THEM!
I see nothing;
Absolutely Nothing, Fear
Starts creeping back…
Glassy eyes,
Worry, Fatigue
Peace!
The "I Do Not Know" Poetry Form Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
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I do not know?
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whimsicle notions by opinion, when cautious views are taken,
knowing underneath really nothing, while putting it to ideas of something,
judgement blasts itself in view, it's almost always a reflection of ourselves...nothing new,
do all these formulated opinions really matter? all forming opinions in our chatter,
does thinking your right humble you? without searching the heart, its a labeled view,
when teasing builds up, it breaks the heart down,
like high school kids picking on the dork in the crowd,
while seeing all the judgement, while it sits in plain view,
while you pray the chains break to see something new,
so does keeping silent seem to be the best option?,
to hide our hearts before the day of judgement?,
sometimes its hard to speak love without taking offense,
to see our hearts behind the intent,
this reflection humbles us, breaks us down,
we fall into HIS arms, its where HIS healing is found.
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There’s no other option
Opting in with an opinion and undivided attention
Forgot to mention how fast these walls are closing in without this pen
Allowing thoughts to thin
Forming stories with an intoxicating grin
Intoxicated by every thought that has ever sunk
Into the mind of mine
Then I decide to write
Anticipation of this becoming my life
A gift that would arise after I die
In hind-sight, I’d take a blind bite
And gladly die twice
For I love to write
Words form a dialect to resurrect a certain effect that was shown neglect
Performing my best
It isn’t good enough yet
The best is yet to come
Succumb to the deepest secrets
Creating a certain sequence
Hold this pen high
Spawning into your beacon
Let it sink in
When you stop thinking,
There’s no longer ink in the pen for the message you intended to send
But don’t give in to the thought of never performing your art again
Because then, they’ll see that the next of kin could pick up the pen
Just as she inspired me
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think about the way I know you
I communicate through songs and poems
which you perceive when you read through pre-conceived notions
that you unknowingly let stow in your minds eye back when I was in absence waiting for my face to show so you could ask for my half of what life bestow
to then weigh up the knowledge understanding moulds then conclud a balanced subjective cache of facts all parties put forward
but as you saved the space time passed and intentional space was empty
you never saw my face to digest my perspective which is replaced by mystery of what took place for me to vanish without trace and curiosity picks up ideas floating around to help solve the case and years on without the experience of my presence and appearance ideas encased and enough was obtained to envision a small group of possibilities that satisfied an outcome of belief over what took place, forming opinions not by me but of me since staying unchallenged or arguable through new news.
An opinion of me you formed without me there true
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Free verse
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My own incipient awareness caught me by surprise,
I figured I knew nothing about anything, like so many of my generation
Fed on a diet of fast TV, fast food but slow thinking
Imagine my surprise when I could converse about the unconversable
I’d always been lazy, that why bother? attitude
Now I’ve moved on to “let’s chatter, let’s natter, let’s do it”
Having an opinion on something, it’s quite new to me
New to others too, who knew. Who knew?
It must have happened overnight, only I know that it didn’t
It’s been brewing now for so long, drip, drip, dripping before forming words
And listen to me, I want to be heard!
So, I don’t have much to say but you know what? I’m gonna say it
Of course for the most it’s plain old sciolism
A pretence, a farce but I know most of the incumbent ears are deaf to me
A yen for others to sit up and take notice of something not worth noticing
I think I’m going to talk myself out of it again
Be quiet, shhh, no-one wants to hear me, an ineffectual nebbish,
Sit and say nothing, that’s it that’s the style
Smile sweetly, opinionless, witless, lifeless
That’s the way we do it ‘round here
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ABC
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Mask of Illusion……. 10/7/09
Crying out in the night minions of death surround her with dark intent, cruelty known
Dying once again she welcomed the fate that awaited life had become without dignity, pain unyielding.
Mask of illusion spelled harmony nonexistent reality lost in days cold treason, continued
Shadows from the edge creep along the waterline casting the smell of fear death calling,touching
Beginning travels near and far start with an infant’s clumsy steps untried and true, falling
Journey’s maze leads down roads long and unknown, laughing we forgive the night, smiling
In the midday sun lines can be seen clearly forming on weathered faces tired, expressionless
Youth’s favored status once the envy of mass’s scolding opinion has given way to old bones, cold
Once prideful steps quick and light, beauty was everywhere and within reach grasping, firm
Time is not friendly, tricking those unsure without season or hesitation, insensitive scenes of anger.
Accepting change today, tomorrow, forever , destiny is chosen not rehearsed, rewritten.
Forgiving sins past deeds done to and from choices made, peace may be achieved found in her gentile smile beckoning, loving.
© 2009 David J. Mitchell
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It says in the bible
that Jesus was the word
another name for the words of a man
are the thoughts of man
It says in the bible
that Jesus was there in the beginning
so the thoughts of God
were there in the beginning
That nothing could happen
without Jesus
No man can do anything without thoughts
if God created the world
The universe and space
then yes he could create
twenty-three Chromosomes
and make a woman pregnant
Without her being with a man
he could create a body
and put his thoughts
into the body
Making Jesus into the word of God
So looking at Jesus you would be seeing God
But Jesus said, "My God is Greater than me"
would also be the truth
Just because
we can't understand something
doesn't make it wrong
we don't all need to believe
The same thing
a minister I know
believes that God was magic
he simply said let there be light
And there was
so the mere words of God
created everything
for me, I look at it more as science
Maybe the atoms of the universe think
maybe the energy of the universe is God
and getting lonely he linked atoms together
creating everything
Who knows who is right
maybe we should just talk as friends
allow each other to have different opinions
judge not that you be not judged
we don't have to be the same
to get on together as friends
Maybe, God was the singularity
exploding outwards he condensed
to become hydrogen
becoming Hydrogen
he went on to become a nebula
with Gravity pulling atoms together
Maybe he went on to make Suns
with suns exploding
maybe he went on to make planets
with planets forming
oxygen and hydrogen
coming together
Maybe he went on to create
life in the sea
With life in the sea
maybe he went on to create
animals and human beings
but in explaining to Moses
Maybe he simplified it
so Moses could understand,
after all, Moses didn't understand
atoms space and God thoughts
Who knows who is right
we were not there
we did not see the creation
or the evolution of man
We all argue and fight with each other
but the way I see it
I'm entitled to my opinion
and you are entitled to yours
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Most of us were born with eyes;
But yet, too many of us are blind.
It's not that we are blind physically,
but unfortunately, we cannot see clearly.
There are five senses gifted to us humans
by God. The senses are seeing, hearing, tasting,
touching, and smelling. Although granted to them
at a different level, God gave the same senses to the
animal kingdom. If given the choice of being something
other than a human being in this current climate, I would
choose to be neither an animal nor plant, but one of the five senses.
If the timeline were now, I would pass on sight, taste, and smell. If the
timeline were now, I would be torn between touching and hearing, but my
final answer would be hearing. It would be hearing because in my humble opinion, what the world needs now is "A Hearing Ear" that would listen first to God and secondly to one another. In my weeping heart, presently, I feel that both God and man are crying to be heard. Yes, I tell you with tears forming in my eyes just now at 10 pm on Saturday night 061320 as I write this. "May I be an ear to swiftly listen and not one of poor taste with a mouth that quickly
speaks; not an eye with judgmental tendencies looking for the worst; not a smeller void of abilities to discern the aromatic fragrances of all of God's creatures; not a toucher with unclean hands having never acknowledged the touch of God's loving hands upon his/her life.
No, the sum total of me is not an ear, but I have an ear and have chosen to listen. And if I were but an ear, I would listen, listen, and listen again, and pray for many more listening ears.
061320PSCtest, Non-Human, Chantelle Anne Cooke. NA. Judged 61620
061620Ctest entry, NA, Rerun 8, John Hamilton. 5P
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5/21/11-5/22/11
I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up
Power and torment
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?
Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware
Hey you! play fair
Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile
I grasp no love engrained
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep
Dread is driven mysteriously
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks
Forming into an alarming train
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?
worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile
Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties
without taking heed of our pleas
These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell
Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
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Oxygen is depleting from what remains within the confines of which, a means to an end, lie guarded. Watch as hope disappears within the aftermath of this wreckage, which was constructed-meticulously seeking absolute perfection…; only to be as free as fatalities-secrets’, which barriers this perimeter—forming a mastic that—not even vapor is able to escape from this prison. Present in thy eyes lie a truth that cannot keep its whispers from escaping; eventually… Beat down by life itself, wave's crash against its walls—as seasons change—along with the illusion of time—whose wrinkles prove such reality with lightning bolts that strike-! An innocent child born without choice, clinches his blanket that safety is associated with, provoking made belief…; unknowingly. Development reeks of bad habits that we can smell through memory and we are constantly reminded by; an individual society. Habitual offenders nibble on the cuticles of man; robbing innocence. Cracks form on fingers, and we can smell the fear of big bully pointing out who’s at fault. Convenience revealed, seems to relevant actions; opportunity knocks off another unsatisfied customer; sold a life that feels nice, warm and cozy; safe. Consumed by a social class that really is not all that classy. Dogs are eating other dogs, and considering the grim outlook of animalistic superiority; to be considered complimentary…
All inclusive seems to be a matter of opinion, paid for in blood bathed warfare-concealed by our trusted representatives. Betrayal is but a birthright, as mass graves are mocked by the biggest tombstone. Suffocated by an imaginary prison that is all too real. Perceptions’ believe in concrete evidence that is evidently normal. Vast majority compares this ideal with John Doe. Jane’s addiction is double-wrapped; stapled, and coated with vapor barrier mastic; to comply with code. We appoint an inspector to review your work. This is yet another massive blow to morality. Integrity is locked in the basement with Jose. Entitlements’ misery is communicated through misinterpretation, resulting in the dissolution of marriage. Secretively seeing select traits, overshadowing what good may be left to salvage. Society of our misunderstanding is not to be spoken of; is that understood!? Follow the leader and obey your master. Hide in your prison cell that is what we call a human body; a house for a soul. Damaged goods, we are mentally challenged, which we call special… Only to be identified by the exact difference. “Nobody’s perfect! You are not special. How dare you?” Limitations placed on life, enforced by invisible boundaries that are merely as fake as the vapor barrier mastic we hide inside. Insulation that we weren’t born with is installed by an illusion. Man created this illusion. This illusion is man. We call it society. Truth is kept hidden. People who test the invisible boundaries are called delusional. That is because they truly must be, detached from this illusion. Man is limited by man…
Something deep inside the puzzles of our souls, are missing pieces. These pieces are being held hostage within the confines of our vapor barrier mastic. Faith that we are of a higher meaning, certainly must mean we are capable to achieve a more codified comprehension of collective justice. The missing pieces are inside us. Fear driven, limited individual perceptions' is the vapor barrier mastic. We create this illusion. We bring this illusion of reality to life through the collective consciousness that—we can only identify with as society. Questions cannot always be justly answered. Answers are but an illusion of perceptive truth. Truth is only what we individually deem just. Justice just is. Just is what we are. We are all is. We all are afraid of what we just do not understand. The answer for this questionable life just is. The truth just is hidden beneath our vapor barrier mastic.
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