There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel like the object, but
that is a different matter.
My grammar guide simplifies
it by saying take out “Donald”
and see how it sounds, and
I must admit that these days
it does sound better without
Donald and I would love to
do that but can’t because I only
had one vote and it’s probably
going to be disqualified because
it was a mail-in and the Supreme
Court is more Conservative
than ever now, leaving me
caught between politics and
the people, another existential
divide which myself is
hesitant to cross because
among me, myself, and I,
we are all rather nervous
Categories:
simplifies, identity,
Form: Free verse
As this river gives
Not giving a damn
Emptying the lake of hate
This ecosystem dies
But was it ever alive?
Surviving in my illusions
Confusions of my soul
The depth of this sinkhole
Without any reflections
Nothing to mention
Only the hollowing cries
Self-loathing and the denies
Saturated tears
Muddled in fears
Storming, destroying
Agonize. Agonize
The final goodbyes
Symbolize and romanticize
Over simplifies the terrorize
The moments of absences
The defenses and fences
The brilliance of the game
Shifting the blame
This river of shame
But now, I avow
I’m not giving a damn
I’m not giving a damn
Transforming, performing
Good bye echoing cries
Good bye misting eyes
Scattering, shattering
Soaring, crystallize
Forming rainbow skies
As this river gives
I’m not giving a damn
I’m not giving a damn
Categories:
simplifies, break up, cry, depression,
Form: I do not know?
There's this muted compromise I have with myself. Every time I feel like burying my pen, words rise up again. I go back years later and read something I had written, and will swear those words did not come from me. I am the truest definition of an abnormality. I can make someone else say, "Wow" but for me, it's just "Oh." Incongruities over simplifies it. If silence could shout, it'd be like making sense of fire before friction or seeing sirens flashing and knowing to be over. That's the way thoughts and words are with me. I have no idea where the first word leads. I have no idea where the first word leads. The intricacies vary from infantile to complex. In a sense, it's a rhythmic battle; a battle of minds. The good, bad and ugly all want their time to shine, as if someone were splitting personalities attempting to define the most dominant. It is me with so much of who I yearn to be.
Categories:
simplifies, self, writing,
Form: Prose
“Each new day is ‘Day One’ for the rest of your life!”
When you say it like that, does your future seem dire?
Just how bad was it really (the fight with your wife)?
Tempers burn through the night! Is tomorrow on fire?
‘Day One’ sounds so hopeful, it feels like fresh start,
Tomorrow’s enigma, a cloud on horizon,
Could grow or just dissipate, future is art!
We're all wandless wizards and human; we wizen.
‘Day One’ says to my heart that forgiveness is mine,
Which authority thank then for making this real?
Who's the source of this spark? Does your cleverness shine?
Can it ever be yours, mon amour, if you steal?
‘Day One’ simplifies life (for all records burn,)
All oversights vanish with debts others owe us
(Most gifts that we welcome we give in return),
All people who live there now thrive on forgiveness.
‘Day One’ is a seed that mocks ‘Paradise Lost,’
That everyone plants to serve Love in their garden
In loving yourself, you serve life at no cost!
I nurture forgiveness for Grace is my pardon!
Long Tooth
July 19, 2017
Categories:
simplifies, happiness, life,
Form: Quatrain
The comic book in front page cover.
Glossy for it's wonder.
All interest in it's characters
of glory and their thunder.
A comic book to split apart
in seam for pair of staples.
The paper's pulp been harvested
from several standing Maples.
An ink in print to bolded text
you'd sniff for fresher air.
The meaning of a delicate page
you flip through for it's ware.
A story told to light the senses
in visions from another.
A book so thin it simplifies;
there is no any other.
Categories:
simplifies, appreciation, blessing, culture, nostalgia,
Form: Quatrain
My toaster has two settings
inferno and brilliant white,
the smoke alarm, because it's bored
goes off sometimes at night.
The smart TV which simplifies
recording for us loons
starts playing back ten minutes in
and finishes too soon.
The microwave 'defrost' setting
has never been much fun
so I take the chicken breast outside
and wave it at the sun.
They say technology will soon
outsmart all of mankind
the march of robots and machines
will leave us all behind,
but me, well I'm not worried
and I won't be losing sleep
at least until tomorrow night
when the smoke alarm goes beep.
Categories:
simplifies, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The mists of the stars are transcendent
With them the ice shard in the heart is finally absent
The math in the book of reverie is brilliant
It responds to souls’ every movement
Can we trust that our eyes tell us truth of things to be?
Or is it simply shadows of reality we see
Are we mere pawns of destiny?
But beyond the shadows lies truth with all its majesty
The magnified cells can be vision math simplifies
And the true power of it reaches to the skies
The most surreal the unfathomable there lies
It increases as the time flies
The warlock fights to reclaim his soul
With being beyond any destiny is his goal
But with math on his side who knows what can be under his control
For the mind is deeper than any black hole
Categories:
simplifies, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
On the poll snowy owl stands tall and is in full control
Her prismatic eyes are beyond beautiful something to extol
Yet they don’t do justice to her soul
She glides through the air silently soaring off the poll
As she sails through the air mimicking snow
Sometimes flying fast then effortlessly stops to go slow
She becomes one with endless horizon to that point air she will owe
Her transition is even and elastic is her flow
Her spirit reflects imagination that simplifies beyond infinity and above
She is mesmerizing beauty perfection and love
Boundless negative time in performing Sudoku of that imagination fits her like a glove
But because of boundless nature of imagination she can drive it to higher octave
But balance of judgment is there because it must
And as down on the snow and icicles frozen inferno owl her shadow will cast
As she is one with horizon and one with divine artist
She becomes one with noting less then balance of just
Categories:
simplifies, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
The Royals had a baby boy
And Britain’s brimming o’er with joy.
They’ve waited for this festive date
To celebrate with Will and Kate.
This newborn babe is said to be,
Succession-wise, at number three;
And if this lad had been a lass,
Poor Harry she would still surpass.
For there are rules about the throne
Which English folk have always known;
But laws have changed and ever since,
A princess rates just like a prince.
Today’s announcement simplifies -
This little prince can claim his prize;
And if a sister joins the chain,
She’ll have to wait her turn to reign!
Categories:
simplifies, birth,
Form: Rhyme
the
distinct
slowly
melts
gradual
instinct
simplifies
overlies
impressions
merge
bold
colour
shapes
emerge
to
fill
the
room
Categories:
simplifies, art
Form: Ekphrasis
Chemical reaction
another death For the Fraction
It's all for one thing
and something something something
The space they need to be
is given through energy
It's natural and complex
learning only simplifies next
You can't make infinity shorter
and you can't do anything forever
The space you need to be
is given through energy
Final destiny calls for
science and power knows
Speed and distance
are only measurements
The space we need to be
is given only through energy
The space everyone needs to be
only through newtons: energy
Categories:
simplifies, sciencespace,
Form: Rhyme
Here's a copy of your poem so you can simply paste it into the Poets' Workshop
template.
Love doesn't build up your expectations to only let you down.
Love doesn't live to tell you a lie.
Love doesn't hurt the heart it's in.
Love characterizes the person within.
Love is a combination of you and me.
Love doesn't justify wrong actions we make,
But love simplifies the losses we take.
Love has so many definitions that we don't understand,
That we take if for granted instead of in God's hand.
So next time you love, love for the right reason,
For when love comes again you won't miss the season.
Categories:
simplifies, lost love, love, passion,
Form: Personification