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Life

Life

Why follow? Don’t need. Lives the death
Be walking. Dark woods. Free life. Feeling

Don’t love. Do not love. This is just a mistake
Dark light. No harmony. This life is dissonant

Just a hell. Rainbow. Night-blindness. A hell
Loving. Unrecognised. Unknown love. A tear

Just water. Steam. Life stream. River in Wood
Unloved. Changed. Flow. Glittering. Silver brook
Ice

Dropped life. Missed. Buried life. My garden
Silent cemetery. Empty my soul. I hear my echo

No life. Alone. Suffered
No emotion. Cold. This life

sublime scents

unreciprocated and even unrecognised 
it mattered not for the beautiful rose
as it exuded a sublime fragrance 
undiminished till it’s dying breath
standing thus erect till the very end
mourning not the petals fickle fate shed

WOLS ekphrased

WOLS

Tachiste
 blot
& stain
spontaneous

 moments
literal
  compulsive
unrecognised
yet
long lasting
in
memory's
    eye

Unrecognised U

You were diligent, honest, and keen
when you first joined our ranks.
Your efficiency was a quiet marvel,
your integrity is a sturdy backbone.

I, the head, was blind to your worth,
too caught up in flashier performances.
Your steady hand went unnoticed,
your silent triumphs uncelebrated.

Now the organisation falters,
burdened by flashy incompetence.
I look at you with newfound eyes,
finally seeing what I missed.

This time, it's I who am in dire need
of the qualities you embodied all along.
Oh, but your spirit is dimmed now,
worn down by years of neglect.

The spark in your eyes has faded,
And your once-eager steps now weary.
My belated recognition comes too late
to reignite your dampened fire.

You've learned to blend with the shadows,
no longer seeking approval or praise.
The efficient, honest you, I now crave,
but has retreated beyond my reach.

Lost Words

Trembling with fear
In the depth of night
But no "I'm scared"
Was ever in sight 

Mind dizzyingly racing 
In the wake of day
But "I'm anxious" 
I dared not say 

Weight of the world 
On my chest
"I'm worried" was not
Uttered to the rest 

Spiteful daggers
Pierced my skin
While the "I'm hurt"
Remained within 

Empty promises
Suffocated with blame 
"I'm angry" lost,
Replaced with shame 

Achievements abundant 
With fear, I leapt 
The "I'm proud" 
Inside I kept 

Efforts unrecognised 
Or simply ignored
Saying "I'm disappointed" 
I could not afford 

Unsure and confused
Blurred direction
Yet no "I'm lost" or 
Communal reflection 

Starry nights
Lost in an embrace 
But even "I'm happy"
Was a hidden case 

So many words crushing
This heart of mine
So they could soar freely 
Hearing "I'm fine"

Objects of Affection

“Objects of Affection” 

Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky 
we love to look 
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels

all’s fair in 
love and war
when faith 
and belief 
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied

trust 
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball 
is dropped,
compartmentalised

life interrupted
for the unheard 
taken down 
by the unnecessary
silent swift intervention,
interrogated, eviscerated,
true autopsy, denied

what is love
to the alienated 
gone AWOL alien
true fabric 
orchestrated 
by the external 
as something other, 

superficial, 
the internal, inconvenient, 
briefly recognised
worthless feelings 
buried deep, the complex 
compartmentalised
non-copacetic;

by the artificial copacetic
written off blithely,
non-evolutionary
the revolution de-loused,
time spent of no importance,
touch and emotions
clinically extinct

love
unknown 

life
unrecognised

of unknown origin
unidentified

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Nature

We first met when I was young.
Curious, expectant, open-minded
We explored each other freely,
Communing face to face
Sharing everything
Seeking each other's company, together
Under the open sky.

Middle aged we met again.
Striving, over-reaching, exploitative
We looked to our own advantage.
Stormy clouds gathering
On the horizon,
Presaging dangerous times ahead of us
Under the threat'ning sky.

Now I am older I see her 
Dull-eyed, disconsolate, all too aware
Of what we were and have become.
Her cycle confused,
Stripped bare, ripped apart
Craving to be isolate, for solitude
Under the darkened sky.

She will still be there when I go.
Forgotten, unrecognised, unaware
Of what we once had and had lost.
Her nature restored,
Newly clothed, new born
Thriving in her renewed joy in life
Under the spring sun sky.

Victoria's Secret

He and she wear similar names
Altered spellings
Brown sugar and black salt
Are meant to serve different purpose.

An offensive outfit
Hard earned money worth a semen
Mucus and milk must be siblings
Soul & tarot card reading is an unrecognised hobby.

Nine balls are snooked on an English table
The cue lies on her court.

The Sweet Scent of Failure

THE SWEET SCENT OF FAILURE

I will speak in praise of failure
Long unrecognised: its worth
But with loss I won’t regale ya
Of its grieving there’s no dearth

For the striving and the yearning
That sweet savour of success
Counts for nothing in our earning
With no challenge and duress

It would be of no avail 
All that travail and the vying
With no chance that you could fail
You would triumph without trying

He who walks upon the sea
With no fear of inundation
May surrender to ennui
When he’s performed one more flotation

Picture living out a dream
Goals accomplished - end of track!
Always on the winning team?
You’d tie one arm behind your back!

It’s the chances of defeat
That give each day that added zing
Hold back on that job complete!
If you’ve no new flight to take wing

So next time you take the field
Think: “It’s a game! To lose - no sin”
Then with honour, brace to yield!
              
And give my side a chance to win

Churned Out of Chaste

Tasked to continue smooth function of cult compound 
Sixteen svelte helpers of mindless vibrant physiche
Hurl their determination found in daily frequency 
Milking cows, picking fruit, darning gowns

Draped swathes of cotton smother love worthy curves
Bunches clutched in fervent fists denote proactive 
Chores suppress boredom, hours fast elapsing
Hushed among bustle, humbly built church

Rhythmic teat pinching hands press in prayer's commit 
Wrists sturdy obedient, cream transform churning 
Hundred shelled peas, obligated with urgency
Bound by scripture, called upon to submit

Duty is God's Will, blessed purpose supports hordes
Beauty unrecognised hair spun buns traditional 
Released flaxen waterfall for richeous ritual
Sacramental fodder, holiest of whores

Chosen childless worship circle of dedicated wombs
Esteem rodeo results in offspring from Minister
Fallen garland bruised petalled begins her
Observance unto sermons emtombed





             31st December 
            Cursed Yearning

Covid-19 In the Usa

On 11 March 2020, The World Health Organisation declared COVID-19 as an Pandemic.

USA President Donald J. Trump declared that the world doesn't know crap, that COVID-19 is an hoax, and withdrew the USA from WHO (the USA's tumbling WHO health rankings were also an embarassment to Trump).

Trump personally intervened to spread the virus coast-to-coast, resulting in 230,000 deaths, so America's morons united under the GOP to re-elect
Trump as President because, "America needs a President who can kick butt!"

Lawsuits declare Trump was more concerned with fondling, than kicking butts, but Trump's contribution to COVID-19 mutations may not go unrecognised!

The world clearly knows more than the GOP, so wear a mask, keep your distance, and avoid Republicans to maintain good health!

Prose Poetry Tachiste

Tachiste,blot and stain,spontaneous of the moment ,like life itself can so often be small scale in composition,compulsive unrecognised at the time,yet literal and long lasting,are the memories we see

Inspiration

Good ideas go unrecognised 
they hear your words and roll their eyes
some will mock laugh and cry
seeing squarely blind to wide

failed perspective 
blind too the big context
opinions subjective 
forget their disrespect 

Some people only follow trends
don’t know good til told by friends
staying in line for they depend
only move towards its end

Maybe you’re closer than you think
just need to perfect it
tired of losing but on the brink
unable to detect it

You’re only ever one trail of thought away from the idea
see I say trail as leads will lead you a path thinking clear
a train is whole as it travels on tracks that you can’t steer
cus you can trek any way to make the goal come near

You feel like quitting you must carry on
you gave your all, never, there’s more be strong,
take a break, fresh your face, learn where you went wrong
endurance and resilience deliver champions

I know it’s tough and testing
you’ve had enough need resting
rest not forget is what your mind suggests, 
if you just keep going you can be the best

Open and Closed

Closed my hand around a diamond
and all the beauty left 
Metal and flattened tree
paying to be free
safety making cowards of us all
Bounding universes in my mind
in just fractions of 
an unnamed time
Beauty is unrecognised by words
before eyes unblinking
that never wish to close
applaud
and as my hand now open
I now see only stone

Charles Bonnet Syndrome

I see the garden erupt in an Edwardian funeral,
I see nodding leilandii boil
into a plumed-horse procession,
fuchsia a parade of red-cassocked priests.

I see the window and street beyond, contract
with macular degeneration.

The unrecognised visitors are
sudden, they change suddenly.

Tear streaked children descent
and ascent the stairs, robed in blue and rose,
but they do not accuse me, or humiliate me,
jeer or seek to seduce me.

In the garden I breathe the gasp of last year's leaves
I find a handkerchief in mid-air
as the afternoon pours itself
through a thousand gutters and down-pipes
a sky-coloured handkerchief, spotted orange. 

I understand dementia's brother has crept into my optical tract,
while memory fills the dark with fantasy patterns:

a man walks toward me, smiling:
he wears a dressing gown, he needs a shave;

a man of similar demeanour to how I might appear,
if reflected in a window against a darkening afternoon.

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