Find myself disconnected
From the web
Which underlies my life
Is it humanity misdirected?
Or am I?
This underlies my strife
Smile,,, muse of lovingness,
burst of cheerful sensations,
latent awakening of emotions
that underlies the wills,
produces flaming desire
to expose intimate manifestations,
by pure enchantment of seduction... !
Truth Finally Revealed
David J Walker
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Lay bare to the gaze of wonder
If Only
From the middle
There were the words
Of thunder
If Only
I knew the words
A riddle
To challenge passwords
Into places overgrown
An abundance
Of unknown
vocalic menus
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Underlies the leanings of
The liar
Words on fire
used in
Soliloquy & Secularization
The cost is bourn
In hesitation
When truth is finally revealed
What seems dull by day
Flashes peril by night
Sparks far away
A trembling fright
The rustling of trees
Noontide's gentle wind
On nighttime's breeze
Nearly do me in
Night's shadow amplifies
What bright days minimize
Pitch-black terror underlies
The scream of the Evil Eye
The perverse acceptance of dehumanization
coincides with the illusion of vulnerability
Degradation underlies the prolonged process
systematically re-wiring a once skeptical public
Manufacturing receptiveness to a diminished existence
is the prevailing goal
The need for coercion dissipates as resistance vanishes
Turning imprisonment into an implied circumstance
I lost myself
Through the most worthless things
Starved for love from others
When I had none for myself
Comparing myself to individuals
Who shone on their own
Dimming my own light
By my own accord
Living in fear of not being worthwhile
Not worth anything
Not worth anyone's time
Not being anyone's first choice
Living in fear of being alone
Ever the follower I was
Never the leader of my own heart
Drunk by being needed
When I was only being used
Used of the goodness I had
Drained of my own light
Blinded by everything
Hating myself
My wet pillow sheets were my friends at night
Red baggy underlies accompanied me by day
Lost myself to those not worth the losing
I have bled I have teared I have drowned
I ended up losing the most important thing
I needed for myself
Myself
To be continued
Fans screamed,
the future cried
Freezing the moment,
truth underlies
Freedom on fire,
music bespoke
Silence irreverent
—voices of hope
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
Black words on a white page
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard’s insight
a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet’s terms
without regard for angst incurred
still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader’s gaze
in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.
The ignorance servitude harnesses
The zero burdened grave race
That forbid shaving sovereign hairs
Packed close in considerable layers
Underneath national flagpoles
lay the maiden demands in barrels
like untilled tracts in grabbers souls
wants and the needs tore brothels
Behind pregnant men and women
underlies machine guns of must gain
That punched the citizenry in tatters
And the torn voices of the Anthem
so brilliant meritocratic idea present
that all nationals can sing in torment
under the radiant guardian rays pay
And really propelling the repellent sway
The gaudy beauty of the villas with
new money blazons on the pediments,
the Moon over the garden, the sea breeze,
orchids in bloom - they're all the elements
of the confusing game to lure me to
a point of no return. The sweetest lies,
the jewelry of tears, big and true
enough to kiss them - that's what underlies
your game of love. Please, add a little more
of candlelights reflected in your eyes,
a nightingale, a bit of the Dalmore*,
a swarm of cupids in the starry skies,
et voilà! Before this little verse
comes to its final stanza, I will bring
at your sweet feet the whole universe
with a tamed star of the engagement ring.
You checkmate me… I hope, my fiancee,
will never know I played at giveaway.
* A brand of whiskey.
07.29.2019
Invitation To Play Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Learning is listening.
Listening is wanting.
Wanting is longing for capture and holding.
Holding can be understanding, if we are prone to loving.
Loving is everything!
I, I have to start again.
Learning is loving.
Loving is willingness to listen.
Listening is patience to hear.
Hearing allows a conversation.
Conversation means two people are listening.
Does it?
I, I have to start again.
Conversation is dialog.
Dialog is expressing perspective.
Perspective leads to opinion.
Opinion is always relative.
Relative opinions suspend reality.
Reality and relatives are subjective.
It’s too hard to remain relative with relatives,
I, I have to start again.
Relativity is reality.
Reality leads to focus.
Focus underlies understanding.
Understanding is awareness.
Awareness depends on willingness.
Willingness depends on longing.
Longing depends on loving.
Loving is everything!
I, I have to start again….
On the cusp of two seasons,
We savor warmer days and sun,
But bundle up at night for good reason.
The air smells suddenly alive,
My mood's no longer doleful.
Time to revive and thrive!
Sturdy crocus open and close.
Chilling rains test their mettle,
As the snow pansy beside them grows.
Flocks of chubby robins flit over a barren tree,
Where a stubby woodpecker's rhythmic tapping
Underlies their cheerful melody.
Long, wispy strands of lime green branches,
Cascade from the massive dark willow.
Nature's reliable promise caught in sudden glances.
Tiny, red knobs on maple bud tips,
Promise spring will burst forth soon,
With the reassuring cycle of Nature's scripts.
M. Renee Taylor
4-9-14
I'm primarily known for my poetry
inked in cerebral colors of abstract thoughts.
Yet, there is a complexity concealed within me.
My totality runs surprisingly deep.
You must meticulously disassemble and examine
all my puzzling parts to understand me.
I'm a dreamer, awake in a dream called life;
an optimist and a self-doubter, I know I'm not always right.
But I love to fledge my poetic thoughts,
feathering their wings with witty words.
My heart reveals hidden hurts buried deep
to appease my conscience and oblige reality!
Yet compassion underlies my every breath,
weighing life's wrongs on the scales of injustice.
Draining dreams tear by tear, year after year,
frustration has not yet emptied me of hope.
But, if I am to be defined by anything,
let it be by the gift fate endowed my muse;
and the Karma my poems have generated,
illuminating my pathway to now
and guiding me toward tomorrow.
Villanelle : Who lies to defend his kind tells he no White Lies
Who lies to defend his kind tells he no white lies
Encircled by scheming vile wicked harmful people
White lie harms no one not e'en those it underlies
Tell me not authorities may at will spew lies
For the higher purpose preserve State, not people
Who lies to defend his kind tells he no white lies
Can White lies be not lies without being Black lies
Unless lies change colour from mouth to mouth at will
White lie harms no one not e'en those it underlies
Now he who embodies State on whose bed he lies
Do bodies that stewed in his bed most lies sprinkle
Who lies to defend his kind tells he no white lies
If liars all came together to stop White lies
Would Black lies undermine Truth to make lying simple
White lie harms no one not e'en those it underlies
Next time you tell a White lie make certain it dies
The death of a Black lie in the mouth you stifle
Who lies to defend his kind tells he no white lies
White lie harms no one not e'en those it underlies
© T. Wignesan, Paris, December 5, 2018
Work and Play
There is an equality
to be observed in
what seem as the
segments of life..
All are appearances
in the present moment..
(Really not a moment
but Now outside of time..)
Work and play are
simply modifications of
Now
into seeming forms:
one form or another
but the pleasure and
the truth come
from the discovery
that the same Field or
Now
underlies and
composes all...
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