TODAY’S LESSON…
Shakespeare staged the world;
the auction block a memic—
Othello, its prize:-
Truth is always deep;
revealing reality—
liberating minds:-
Truth’s love never lies;
untwisting false-sucking tongues—
revealing itself:-
Categories:
untwisting, allegory, analogy, extended metaphor,
Form: Prose
Corrupted by fear, my mind is
a bleak place.
Unraveling and untwisting
in a harsh embrace.
Ghastly shadows surround my breath
- it fades.
Haunting me, the unknown;
lurking in the shades.
Within my soul, a cruel cold resides
sending shivers down my spine and
stamping my sides.
These fears, they torment me
and carve their name
I fear that they may never fade
forever their aim.
Categories:
untwisting, dark, evil, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
Still sandy-eyed, my muse searching for something to write
Perhaps thoughts of what I've dreamt about last night
Scrambling and untwisting words to make a rhyme
Changing those words, time after time
So many themes and stories I've told
There must be one left in my heart, I still hold
Thinking...should I write about the moon or the stars up above
Or should I write about something about someone I love
My muse still in shambles still spinning and turning
Must quickly write something, while my fingers are still burning
Thinking...should I write about people, or someone I knew
Or some loved one I know...thought out of the blue
'Nother cup of coffee might just do the trick
To awaken my muse and help me think quick
As I sip my cup slowly my muse starts to awaken
So excited to write that my hands started shaken
It's now and finally that I know what to pen
I'll write about my muse, till my muse wakes... again
Categories:
untwisting, muse, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Twas the season of the holly and frolicking
Merriment and glee with tiny faces believing
Lights that glowed with glitter and gold on top a tree
A starlit angel with wings singing Christmas glee
Package wrapping with toys and gifts inside
Sights of wonder and bells ringing bringing joy
Cats hitting bulbs with their paws while playing
untwisting tangled lights out of last years box
Creating Christmas smells floating through the air
with turkeys cooking and hot fresh butter bread
hanging mistletoe while waiting under it for a kiss
Sounds of music ringing in the ears while singing
Gathered together as sardines hugging and kissing
A table filled with thoughts of love filling tummy's
Children running and plying with empty boxes scatted
The women in the kitchen the men watching football
Grandpa snoring in his easy chair without a care
with a Snowmen built looking through the window
Children laughing mothers dancing bringing cheer
Shopping carts filled and internet buying with a click
All to be forgotten until,
Next Year
The circle of Christmas Cheer
Bringing in the New Year
Categories:
untwisting, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
I hear cheering chimes pealing far,
Beyond travails' veneers which blur
Tomorrow's rainbow scenes' glare;
Robing in glooms fine seasons fair.
Which wise to thank knows not I
As gold-dew greets from the sky,
Ushering in fresh starts on slates
Of pristine lot after fiercest fates.
Ahead still skulk facades dull,
Portending night's faking pains;
Posing askew out of envies null,
Shrouding rays on morn's plains.
Yet what eyes of flesh mayn't espy,
See ones within of crystalline light;
Untwisting stars cast in dims to die;
Shaming jets that soot ivories white.
And whilst at last loom shiny sights
Of respite hour's rarest viands' bites,
I'll hugest vollies of unmetered joys
Lilt past all ears and cherubs' voice.
Categories:
untwisting, allegory, allusion, change, christian,
Form: Rhyme
My concrere rose
Stone in single file under the rock;
Scraping purple sea shells under the dock.
The seeds scattered all but one spot,
Blossom bloom, blowing memories.
Fading illusion I had company;
A brother that look out for me,
A sister that look up to me,
A mother might seek the best for me
But I'm shadow torn
Blades mince the dice in me.
Gambling games there's no lucky three.
Losing spree I've already lost the soul in me.
I'm dust; call me soil erosion
I'm living low key grandstand
With these voices in my head I can't translate.
Explain, words I don't understand
Nobody there but the walls speak.
Alone street geared with nothing but
Weak.
Wishing I'll fall asleep;
Enter a very lucid dream,
Victim to a trance unique,
Buried in tunnel so deep,
To sprout from a funnel unusually
Steep.
A concrete rose
With a smell of ease
Sprouting from gravel grapevine.
Untwisting
Death peace.
Categories:
untwisting, dark, death, depression, gothic,
Form: Rhyme
It's a twisted world we live in
But that's only because we make it so
Things are always easier said then done
But they can be done
No matter what the challenge
We are capable of meeting it
Humans were built with the natural drive
If we set our minds to something
We can get the task completed
A little sacrifice, a little pain
A little love, and kindness
We as humans have already proved
So many impossible things possible
So what's different about this?
It's a twisted world we live in
So we better start untwisting
Dedicated: To anyone who has ever felt things are unfair, or there is no way to change things in this world, you
better start looking at things differently, because they can be different if you choose them to be.
Categories:
untwisting, dedication, hope, life, peopleworld,
Form: Free verse
My brilliance lied dormant
(until you untied it)
And stole it from my heart
(glimmering rays of silver sparkle)
I felt the knot untwisting while you
tugged lightly, as if to say...
"bows can be tied again, but hearts
can never be without some scar tissue"
When you untied me-
You unleashed vast quantities
[of]
adoration
kindness
willingness
and
care
As you tied me back-
You held onto pieces of
[my]
shimmer
shine
light
and
love
Capable hands always need
capable strings
Can we build Jacob's ladder
with the strings of my heart
and yours?
That way I can climb through
the door of your soul, and steal
your brilliance too....
Categories:
untwisting, introspection, love,
Form: Free verse