The dividing line
Between shadow and I
Lies between the twain
Set upon a mirrored surface
That itself does contain
Some differences
In reflective
Surfaces.
polysemy
protrudes, prodding power
letting chiasma
churn and curdle
ply poet-marriage:
an anankean lockless key—a dower
set upon a
dorseless tower
I eat my crow,
drowned in chowder
time sealed in
the wicking willow wood
—CODA—
I don’t want to
be solved
I want to be
inhabited
working in
dream-logic
surrealist
disjunctive fissures
places where
contradictions coexist
that is—
precisely
pointless
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But, what if the sun, too, needs a savior?
Like an eternal gem that beams
upon dreary dawns set upon her,
draining every heavy lampshade
of stars within spheres.
A savior eternal, dawns on heavy stars…
~ Inspired by the poem "Sun too needs a savior" posted: 8/22/2023
I died for beauty – twas my choice
To end my life this way;
In every note of her voice
Was universe at play:
Twas sparkling, shining, shimmering,
Twas elegant and bright,
In it the world was glimmering
As I then held her tight.
I died for beauty – as I did
My lifeforce to her went
And from the shackles it her freed
To live by her intent:
She needed lifeforce to be strong
And then to carry on
With universe to get along
And sing again her song.
I died for beauty, so it lives,
Is by me fertilized,
Shimmers and glimmers and conceives
And is now realized,
And though I died, what it gave birth
Was better than was I,
And now is set upon her course
To grow and multiply.
Some folks will say that he's just a hound,
But no finer dog could ever be found.
I have to admit that a hound's hard to train,
But that's just because he must first grow a brain.
He's so happy-go-lucky and such a real tease.
He's so full of love and desires just to please;
But he gets into trouble more often than not,
'Cause he's curious of nature and gets into a lot.
The things that he does shows an active mind.
He just has to mature, he just needs some time,
To show the intelligence inate in his breed.
He's tenacious and brave, this is his creed.
He can find any trail that he's set upon.
Just give him the scent and then he is gone.
He won't give up until he's caught his prey,
And you'll know where to find him by his noted bay.
You don't want to lose him, he's not something you lend.
He's your dog, he's your buddy, He's your best friend.
You can look high and low but his like can't be found.
There ain't no such animal as this dog "just-a-hound".
A small dollop of light,
Set upon the eastern falls;
The waters glitter downward
And into night-
A distant roar,
As morrow calls.
And the frame of yesterday
Beckons memory,
And nostalgic reminiscents
Be etched forever upon it's walls.
While our worlds made of clay
So break and pass away;
The immortal heart,
With love, recall.
A lifetime ago
I could hurl a stone
across the river to land
on the far bank
with a splash. Today,
I let memories slip
from my mind
to see them fall
and send ripples
out across time.
Some catch
the morning sun
and seem to reach
the far edges
of an inner ocean.
Others barely crease
the surface before
sinking, seeking
the concealment
of hidden depths.
Others skip joyously
across the bright water,
fully in the moment.
I ride them, holding on
to their brief flight,
realise that all things
of this world and beyond
are mere disturbances
set upon a vast still.
The beat within our life spins fast
from when we're born, the dye is cast
its axis rests upon our past.
To us this is a given
we climb aboard its rhythm.
The music that we like we choose
as we put on our dancing shoes
but, sometimes choice is how we lose.
Opening minds is all it takes
learning them corrects mistakes.
When set upon a different style
we're open to be versatile
new rhythmic music can compile.
Our world will keep on turning
our fires keep on burning.
We all should move toward the light
together, we can make it right
then dance away both day and night.
Sway in perfect symmetry
rhythmic perfect imagery.
The quest is this, we all should know
when life becomes to fast, we slow
for we can all control its flow.
Rhythmic change in ev'ry way
improves our lives ev'ry day.
Our rhythm of Life.
I don’t really need a dream vacation,
but if I had to choose a destination,
it would be a tranquil place like Antigua beach
(even though for me that's a little out of reach).
Nearby me there would be coconut palm trees,
and I would feel a warm, soft tropical breeze
coming from the stunning Caribbean Sea.
In a place like Half Moon Bay I might be.
I’d lounge on a chair set upon white sand.
Sometimes there would be a cocktail in my hand.
I’d take in nature’s beauty and read beneath the sun,
and later jump some waves or scuba dive for fun.
“Been there, done that” is my mood these days
now that I’ve arrived at my autumn-years phase.
Having sown my “adventure oats” when in my youth,
I’m happy simply being home, and that’s the truth.
It is my right to bloom at my set time
It is my right to stop, pause and breathe
It is my right to want things my way
Even if my clock keeps speeding itself away
It is my right to be me
And to close my doors
To the din that surrounds me
As the whole town gossips
About why I can't be like them all
It is my right, as the tiniest of me
Has been created not by me
But, by some power which bid it be so
And living according to my own tunes
Is that which allows my harmony to
Thrive into a symphony!
My choices are set upon my voice
Being female allows me to dream for myself
Having abilities to sculpt the world
Through powerful words enounced through fragility
Makes of me ruler of my own life,
Aware and conscious of where my path takes me
Yet, bold enough to assume the legitimacy of being
My own Queen!
We set upon a journey
That would make us great
We decided to love our neighbors
Instead of embracing hate
We opened our hearts to the poor
A roof over every head
We measured our speech
Considering what we said
Discriminating unacceptable
Not afraid of history
Truth not a fabrication
Helping others our ministry
We took back handouts
The rich had enough
Money for education
medicine and other stuff
We protested for others
Sacrificing what we could
It was not just about us
We considered the greater good
Right mixed with left
Divisions all blurred
America became Great!
“We the People” had the final word.
The above is my hope for America.
"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon"
The song is sacred her heart broken black and doomed
You see the sun set upon her head making mockery
For her newborn was stillborn oh the hypocrisy
Her song was supposed to reach God and bless hearts
Instead it was one of agony and silver suffering sobs
The light of the crescent moon came through the room
As if death is beautiful weaving tears in a loon
As if her baby is an angel too soon
As the warm, yellow sun set upon the low hills.
And the cold damp wind gave me chills.
I shed a tear that very day.
The first of thousands some might say.
My friends, my fellow soldiers.
Their death now strung on my shoulders.
For the blood shed on this field.
Forever in my heart will be sealed.
Is it a God given curse or gift that I'm alive?
The only of my regiment to survive.
For now and ever i'll bask in sorrow.
And so will the others who receive a letter tomorrow.
For we all try to decipher the need for death and despair.
To make a future for those who won't care?
Who won't honor and remember the soldiers who fought on this field.
Who's deaths, forever in my heart, will be sealed.
There is a wind blowing around me,
and something from the sea is draining my energy
It is dragging me towards the battered shore
And I have to take refuge behind the door
but a giant wave plucked me out and tossed
my slender frame about it covers me
and I am lost in the middle of the sea
the current keeps spinning me around
And all that I have is a cap and a crown
Oh Mother of the sea, rest your bosom
upon my knees and make haste to save me
I have no more strides left
And I am running out of breath
Cast your boat upon the shore and
Come and rescue me
before the waves swallow me
Oh mother of the sea
is this my final destiny?
I have not lived my life yet
And I am on the verge of death
Please don’t take me so soon
We have to meet before noon
I have set my eyes on you
Form the first day I met you
I was here and you were there
And when the energy breaks through the room
It filled the atmosphere with fresh air
and from that very day
you took my heart away
and I couldn’t look the other way
Oh mother of the sea,
Tell my sweet heart
to come and rescue me
I am lost in the middle of the sea
And my eyes are set upon thee.
Diamond boy on a late night ride with temptation cheering to good days. Like him you only see the good in people amongst all the stars. Like it prove it cause if it's up to me I'd give you all the dreams in retrograde. So, cry baby cry baby cry. I'm gonna cheer you on just so I can turn you on even with half of me to get the whole me with this spiritual love affair. I want to be with you within the heavenly stars and only you never to leave you hanging high and dry. You're a heart of gold boy. Discovering every part of you and my alter ego it's like being in the lime light while the garden drip tantalizes the blind sights of many for every eye to be set upon you and the other side of who I am. we will be iconic stars stars stars iconic stars burning hot like the heat of monochrome film.
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