TWINS
two hearts
twofold grace
I held you both close
born silent in my arms
morning came and held its breath
"love can divide yet still be whole"
COMMENCING A SEQUENCE-:-
twofold
vision
begin
blossoming
permanently
& forever REGENERATING
convergence
regained
reconciled
accessible
reminders
at POINTS OF INTERSECTION
infinite
endless
reposted
surmounted
conclusions
I see the world split, two by two,
A doubled spark in every view.
Like someone paused to play a game,
And painted each scene twice the same.
Lines wobble, shimmy, twist, and sway,
Two shadows juggling in dismay.
And I, caught in their dizzy spins,
Search for the place where one begins.
Shapes wobble, teeter, blur, from view,
A teasing trick I can’t hold true.
Each glimpse a pair, each glance a spin,
A world that shakes beneath my skin.
So when the sights collide and gleam,
Two forms that haunt my waking dream.
And even when the visions bounce,
I chase just one and take a chance.
I walk dangling, a puppet in a shadow-play,
Dragging along old strings I can't unravel.
Tied to the scars and promises I've made,
Along the way to get here as, I am.
The strings on limbs, twitch my intentions,
Wrenching my will to veer their way — not mine.
My heart aches, knowing who's pulling the strings,
But there is too much at stake to sever them.
How can I choose, when I’m snared this way,
Bridled, and bound to strings I can't reject.
I'm a puppet twofold - I can't cut the strings.
Some knots held tight through joy and pain,
Others snapped, then retied themselves again.
I am swayed by the grief required to end this thing
Locked and bound underneath the weight of strings.
Tree-branched bird staring,
Looking me right in the eyes;
We both confused:
Humsn and natural nature,
Inhibiting springing peace:-
Wars' twofold nature:
Destructive storms and bombings;
Both dooming in spring:-
God's spring cleaning is coming;
Let us get to sowing peace:-
Wild daydreams
have faded into mainstreams;
Pretty please someone pinch me
free.
Flames twofold
a piece of art to behold;
Human nature lead me home,
roam!
Strong rainbows,
they cannot fail to compose!
Maybe if I sleep they’ll build
willed.
Smiles rising
with the Sun at dawn shining;
I blink into a new chance,
dance!
Our union is stronger than we -
Measuring twofold -
And moves in the world.
Prithee, therefore -
Take it on with me.
The earthly pain you endured
Grew twofold every day
My pleas to God for mercy
Were seemingly unheard
When you fretted over nothing
I knew it wasn’t you
My inner voice kept telling me
“There’s nothing you can do”
Beseeching me with haunting eyes
Open yet not seeing
Where did you go those many times
When your perception was fleeting
Oh, if I could have brushed your brow
Restored your mind alert
Cut your body’s stinging chains
Releasing you from hurt
I let you down and bear the shame
Fear turned my head away
When I should have done much more
I leave myself to blame
Your memory is stained
By the cowardice I showed
You needed me to help you
But my selfish heart was pained
Pray hear me now dear Mother
If you’re looking over me
I never meant to snub you
It just broke my heart to see
Your slowly fading essence
Struggling through the pain
The journey taken unto God
And leave this mortal plane
Georges Braque art dictum was twofold
at least or so we are told
Form&colour do not merge
but in spontaneity,together simply surge
Little splashing waves at the warm sea scented beach,
reflected moonlight large and low to seeming reach.
We were young, in love and trusted that destiny,
hearts so full of dreams and ideal ecstasy.
Acknowledged decisions within that star dusted frame,
embraced holdings that souls recognized as same.
Gentle winds as cloak of prophecies,
celestial glistening statements has no fallacies.
The instinct within that reach of loves purpose,
conceived fires in articulated hearts as furnace.
Deep in the soul searched visible silence,
twofold visions in one dream sphere reliance.
Little did we knew then in that close hour,
those pastures with silver edges are ours to devour.
From some fixed place of heaven waiting for years,
time like a pulse set the tone in that spheres.
Memories that still stand after all like a shrine,
rainbow bridges to cross at times are the sign.
Remember me beyond the silent land,
when you are not holding me by the hand.
Coming back to this place of warm quenching sand,
and shared vestige thoughts where our command.
O memories from anchored love of finished years,
nights of light satin and echoes of salty tears.
Kind is as kind does, it brings good karma
put it into practice, and get it back...
twofold! It's needed in a world so black
A mother's advice...listen to mama!
Kind Ink Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Date written: 03/22/2020
The hope for love,
O my heart--
share it.
The plan for peace,
O my mind--
strive for.
And, happiness
O my soul--
yearn for.
The hate you give,
Oh, comes back
twofold.
For happiness
love and peace,
Let's pray:
The God above
make mankind
hate free.
~10/14/18
~Charlieku 4-3-2 Haiku contest
Sponsor: Charles messina
To be old, does it mean out in the cold because you have greatly slowed and can easily be controlled.
Or becoming enclosed while people try to remold by gaining a foothold.
That's an absolute No. Being old don't mean you can control nor do you scold and treat them like mould.
To be old is to behold, countless stories untold, so they need to be consoled and never try to remold, that's just plane being an Ahole.
Yes the old needs to be bestowed for great wisdom can be fortold and it will come back tenfold.
For The Good Lord composed the old then broke the mould and made them worth their weight in gold.
So when you are with the old, don't scold, don't explode and never try to control or be an Ahole.
Because this will come back twofold when you grow old.
On the seventh ray
Of the fourteenth sun
Death hath come twofold
Arose a Titan in this age
Amidst this nimbus looms darkness
Betwixt the ash and sage
Approach cyclical ritual
Dousing wings in feral flames
Latent gravidity does surmise
For upon my resurrection
Eos I shall rise
Our purpose in spring, summer, and fall,
you will recall, is essentially twofold.
After a long and restful sleep in winter, we return from ashes to beauty in spring.
With earth tones of green, we shelter you
from heat waves of the sun in the summer.
We glow in awesome colors of orange in autumn.
You will remember our shades of green, but we must go now.
Please accept our showers of ‘bright colors’; it’s our goodbye kiss.
Our season ends with a shout for your eyes only! But we cannot stay.
09152016 PS Contest, Personification of Plant, Kim Rodrigues
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