Colourful array of geometric patterns
the kaleidoscope entertains both young and old
~ dancing feast for the eyes
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
Life’s mélange of motifs fades
as time’s wheel turns on the last lap.
Tangled hues of memory spectrum converge
while the spider crawls on the senile face.
I haven’t closed my eyes on the magic mirror.
Kaleidoscopic snapshots.
Show of polychromatic pictures;
entranced reflection flickers in the glint of eyes.
As cobweb contours the sanguine face
corridors to the past converge in nothingness.
Yonder haze shrouds the last mile trail;
twilight tinges life’s frail lattice.
(“Halves of a Whole”, 2019, original encaustic)
The Real Left/Right Divide
I consider myself a “classical liberal”
Which means I’m a freedom loving
‘Live and let live’ kind of guy.
And that puts me firmly on the Right.
It also marks me as a “conservative”
In today’s political world
Because live and let live doesn’t mean
Change for the sake of change to better the world.
But then I compare myself to someone like Mike Pence,
A known conservative, yet unlike me,
One of the Left, like progressive illiberals,
Because he is clearly a Big Government kind of guy.
It’s a confusing paradox
That in the real world today
You can have liberals and conservatives
On both the Right and Left!
What this shows is simply
The political spectrum of big and little government
Is not the same as the moral compass
Of traditional and progressive values.
What divides the Left and Right
What is embodied by big and little government
Is the difference between
Compulsion and freedom, tyranny and liberty.
(8/6/25)
Proud warriors of black and white
Debunk the bad extol the worse
Your Che Guevara shirts fit tight
I’m not a customer of those
You cannot take me for a nation
Considering the hues I see
I’m wrong in your simplification
With which I strongly disagree
I see more colours of the spectrum
Won’t pick the one you use for me
I note the tints you would expect from
An unbiased watcher of the sea
You see the truth before it fails
It cannot be improved by you
Turn off the light, see colours fade
Perhaps except the midnight blue.
sunburst sky shines bright
spectral mesh enwraps spring buds...
palette overturns
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
What if it is just all of you?
Giving voices to your emotions.
Some may only see in things in terms of black and white, good or bad.
But I see all of the colours of the spectrum of light.
Often seek and find all of the reasons I shouldn't be so sad.
I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains,
The lights dissolve into a sea of colors, of green, blue, and red,
And I fade with them, like a dream slipping away at dawn,
I sigh my words onto the window, a silent poem meeting your gaze.
On nights like this, even breathing becomes a heavy task,
I hold your hand, but in your palms lies the weight of an unyielding war,
You watch me weep the tears of a life, a river of memories,
In a silence that sings the burden of an unspoken farewell.
There must be a way out, a path from the labyrinth of shadows,
Where light reconciles with darkness, and the soul finds peace,
A place where goodbye becomes a gentle whisper, carried by the wind,
And where the heart can learn to beat again, free from the weight of the past.
So I let the rainbow embrace me, to wash my colors clean,
As I move away from the specters that held me captive,
Seeking that corner of the sky where silence embraces hope,
And where parting becomes just a step toward a new day.
the spectrum lines across glass skies ~ kindle starlight in glistening eyes.
We read of clouds and flowers,
Trees and fields and hills of grass.
Alas, like pennies spent, our hours reading words
That other poets penned and sent;
Like freed birds flocking,
Knocking at our door. The poor,
Who seek to sneak a tiny peek
Of timeless, mindless, Truth.
The emotional nakedness of humanity.
The words of natural beauty are only made to be gifted.
We gift them, each to each, in a circular of vernacular
That does not come from without. It is the most real
Of what we steal from this world of dreams.
Seems as though each story, a rememberance of our own.
It is the button of pride they touch as much as anything
We might disown. For we see a part of ourselves forgotten
In each phrase or combination of words that touches us
Where we had forgotten to look, but now recall.
For we are all; We are all. We are ALL.
It is what you see,
exposure to the light,
they can rush by you,
causing the feeling of flight,
petals that can't be painted,
palets of truth that are unattained,
captured only by the eyes,
secrets exposed if you trained,
they can warm you at night,
even cool you in the day,
the feelings they can give,
from trembling to wanting to play,
as wide as the spectrum known,
some colors hid from sight,
it is what you see,
Exposure to the light.
Sweet Spot
On the ever shifting sands of time
The spectrum of human action balances
On a fulcrum between extremes:
Total government and tyranny on the Left
Zero government and anarchy on the Right,
Two ways that on paper may look good
Until practice proves them otherwise.
And in the course of this rise and fall
Systems are engineered to cope
In waves of thesis, antithesis and synthesis
Unloosed to compete for hearts and votes
In the marketplace of ideas and commerce
Seeking a sweet spot, a middle way, free of extremes
Where the individual’s rights are protected
By a limited government, from an unlimited one
And all other predatory entities.
And when this spot is tasted
Balanced for an instant
The tipping point is reached,
The teeter becomes a totter,
And we ride the cycle of up and down again
Until exhausted, defeated or victorious
And leave the playground to the next generation,
Eyes bright and eager for hope and change.
(12/15/24)
Proud sellers of the black and white
You walk through dimly corridors
You peep through curtains in the night
I’m not a customer of yours
I see full gamut of the hues
Wide spectrum of the colours
I paint the world with one I use
Until I need another
The truth is what the beauty states
I know you see it too
Turn off the light, and colours fade
Except the midnight blue.
light
waves
cycle
in
their
multitudes
indigo
violet
red orange
yellow
green blue
are but just a few
God's rainbow
ever present
promise
to me & you
intense
subtle
intriguing
a complex
stimulii
subjective
& selective
heard
felt
& tactile
comlementary
colour
to colour
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