Not for nothing am I something.
My alter-ego absent-mindedly swats a fly
from the tip of its nose.
The hard stool I am sat upon squirms,
if it had one more leg it might have left the room.
Take you for instance, your unfounded faith
in reality,
it's always changing,
your life is a changing room,
your clothes never fit, and your choice of hats
attracts the attention of interdimensional aliens,
who, as we all know,
are always looking to nest somewhere.
I think the chair needs to take a dump, it's straining
under my weight, and my alternative persona
is now sneezing uncontrollably.
I bolt for the door, chasing after my soul,
which suddenly has decided to take a vacation
far away from my
hard to explain, presence.
"Reality shall not be infringed". I yell.
A saggy skin is turning gray -
fingers, long and thin,
hang below my ankles in disarray.
I should like to try more time-travel
but shockingly,
I think this is the end of the line.
We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play
Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering
Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving
All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting
(Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states that everything on a subatomic level is made up of one-dimensional, vibrating strings).
the deadliest of deadiest deaders
with a deadness most deadmous
now, ghostie, ghostliest ghosters
hosting a ghostful ghost ghostfest
o this ghostly ghosties dead mess
Those were the days my friend, how blessed we were
Although, in past quandam days, knew it not.
Home to us was warm and dry, sound and safe.
Not called on to fight, we had years to play,
Free of conscripted combat ~ with time to kill;
Time to learn, time to listen, time to speak.
Clothes were brightly colourful and charming,
Hair long and flowing ~ blowin' in the wind.
Money no object ~ or so it would seem.
The world appeared to be as a fairground,
A hall of mirrors in which to reflect;
The tunnel of love was always with us.
We played our music and we rocked-'n'-rolled
Our hearts evoked by transistors not sense;
Twisting the night away, far away, lost.
We thought those days, my friend, would never end,
Timeless days of golden spring and summer.
There were no clouds to keep secret the skies.
Yet time moves on and takes its undue toll.
Some of us are carried off with the tide,
Others remain stranded on the surf's shore.
"How lucky to be here!" I often muse
For now I know a generation raised
Was never conceived to grow up at all.
The path between myself and the distant man
00twists and turns.
We are converging. He has my hat and clothes,
my exactly semblance.
The figure is waving, in greeting,
or is it a warning?
Later I began to wonder
which of us made it home?
O' twisting twines
and vile vines
That which binds
Our alike minds
The poison is potent
Perhaps an evil quotient
Darkness bleeds
Where chaos seeds
Around each arm
It has done much harm
Blood drizzles
And hatred sizzles
A portent of death
With each breath
Closer to the last
It happens quite fast
O' twisting twines
and vile vines
That which binds
Our alike minds
The end is nigh
Based on a silly lie
But us all did it convince
Good night, sweet prince
paths walked through forests
mountain highways twist and bend
routes that lead you home
I saw a slipprey pole before me,
Coated by the sweat of those
That went before me.'
I eyed it's form, and gauged it's
Length, I flexed my arms
Focusing on strength!
Co-axial hands to grasp and hold
Once circling fulcrum, smoothly roll
Well that's my aim; That's my design'
If I should conquer, that'd suit me fine
I have no sense of time right now
It's either be Resilent , or drop like a dhow
Down to the depths; of turbulent air'
The murmer are growing.. It's get
Ready, be steady; The jump is now.!
Down deep, in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at silence; roaring, rumbling raging,
my tongue twined, twisted, turned, twirled, and tongue tied . . .
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December 30, 2020
Poetry/Light Verse/Tongue Twisting Fun
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1317-490-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Tongue Twister
sponsor, Joe Sandler, Judged 01/22/2021
The walk along the road,
Full of twists and turns,
Woods on either side,
Around the corner yet more road,
He has walked this rought many times,
It always seems never ending.
No cars no people quiet as can be,
Not even animal sounds,
Looking up seeing sun through the canopy,
It's hot and so humid he needs a drink.
The road is shaded by the trees,
Its cooler on this road a longer way but cooler,
Yet sweat still runs down his back and face,
It's the final bend not far to go now.
Entering the glistening sun it blinds him temporarily,
He can see his destination up ahead,
Opening the door he walks on in,
Heads turn to look at him,
He has reached his goal,
Now for ...... a pint or two with his mates.
Boat yard lights disguise,
Twisting sinews of the tide.
Surging waters rush.
Moon-pulled flow, fierce undertow,
Stole my love to depths below.
Twisting Twirling Tatiana
Tatiana tried the taunt trampoline,
The Tribune tattler Thadeus touted,
triumphed as the town's tip-top teen,
takes the title, "Tatiana" they shouted.
2020 January 11
Soft black leather
tight formfitting
curving about you
holding you firm
padded leather wheel
vibrating lightly
is slightly damp hands
in tight corner turns
clutch pedal in
right hand shifter grasps
quick sharp throw
going down
eyes judge the line
fitting the curves flow
arcing down in
driving faster out
quick sharp chirping
rubber on asphalt slips
adrenaline thrills through
breaths hard gasped
gravity presses back
pedal smoothly press down
wheel easing off
line straightens out
engine roar grows deep
sharply racing now
curving softly out
next line seen ahead
i said black not pink
great not lousy ~
redressing your interpretation
of my every single word
finding the effort's exasperating
testing my patience
getting under my skin
it’s a game to you
robbing me of my energy
messing up my head
sucking the life right out of me
vampire drama queen
i give up ~
decided I can’t deal with you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
when we think to make believe
following a recent passing
love thrills beyond remark
as it fills the everlasting
hope ends without its washing
weathered gray replace the green
like starlight disembarking
as lips pray into the dream
tears quench weary wishing
time crawls through hollow fires
like a baby made of kindling
linking the last of a memory
to hair and fingers twisting
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