"Cerberus Uncorrupted"
Every day I go to that box ...
at the top of the page,
left side, upper
its entry reads:
“What are you looking for?” -
waiting for an entry…
the brain presses a full stop,
the fingers hover and ripple
like a maestro leading a chorus
the fingers tap dance
poetically buying time
the heart tracks,
its silent voice speaks
piercing the suffocating silence
"the ability to read
what is meant to be read
front and centre, after all...
is said, and done"
the vision sits still in front of me
like a quaint loyalty and a strong desire
to understand it all
the innocence
of a mind uncorrupted
wide open
to the Light
that opens a heart
viscerally corrupted
waiting to be loved
waiting to be patted
the sun always setting
the sun always rising
calls unsilently
to me
Candide Diderot. ‘24
" ... "Do you love me yet?" Cerberus said..."
Sharon Osbourne, Short :
"Today my dog and I went to the beach and I caught her taking it all in"....
(this is the video you need to watch).
Categories:
viscerally, inspiration, love, muse,
Form: Free verse
Intelligence
a number …
never a word
The writer
a halfwit
till viscerally heard
Tomato
tomatto
the pudding unproved
Empirical
nonsense
— the spirit unmoved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Categories:
viscerally, light, words,
Form: Rhyme
Covid deaths eviscerate family groups.
It did not have to be this bad,
And people are angry and mad
As loved ones died needlessly.
Reality strikes the unvaccinated viscerally.
Is it my fault my mother died? My father?
Masking up would have made a difference
But those with no scientific background said, “Don’t bother.”
Let’s mask now; opportunity presents
The chance to make it right.
Let us no longer fight
When we could be saving lives.
Categories:
viscerally, culture, family, health, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
An Oxford Sonnet
We came again to city of spires and dreams
There: were England's aspirations built and carved
In honeyed stone of Jurassic coral seas
Where minds are sculpted, nurtured and preserved
From ancient college, fount of Nation's learning
Beyond oak doors, The High tells tale in stone
The buildings speak eloquence of spirits' yearning
In stately palace and in humble home
In the sun wide eyed emperors gaze in bewildered senescence
By Sheldonian and Clarendon, symbols of human elation
And in night darkened square the Camera's massive presence
Is viscerally discerned as of primal creation
Here we sought to kindle embers and to start
The fires of invention in youthful hearts
Notes
'The High' = The High Street, lined with historic architecture.
The 'emperors' = the series of sculpted heads on pillars that fence The Sheldonian Theatre.
The Clarendon Building = a fine and noble example of English Baroque.
The Radcliffe Camera = Iconic large Rotunda housing a library
Contest entered with NA : Cityscape
11 Jan 2020
Categories:
viscerally, city,
Form: Sonnet
There is one image forever in my mind
Downland ridge, a back-cloth to my forming years
Like a table, bare, where ancestors once dined
An ikon potent that in my thought adheres
It’s sensation - viscerally firm to bind
And hold me now and for this life in its sphere
But one day some time hence I will rise thereon
And stay ‘til wind scatters dust, and I move on
Categories:
viscerally, places,
Form: Rispetto
Piano tuners and honeymooners
skipping to the music of the offshore ballet
sea-side sunshine coordinates the rhythm and timing
waves in motion and gulls
wide-eyed and whispering
viscerally evocative
Categories:
viscerally, summer, sunset,
Form: Imagism
Morning glowed, Phillip.
A purple fire burned beacon bright
against the stinging stench of napalm.
A thick thistle - two feet from your head,
wordless in speech, watched
with dark misfortune
curving letters of prayer
above your bleeding valor.
A crumpled martyr lying there,
innocent as a schoolboy
amidst the blare of gunfire -
asleep in our country’s eyes
dormant in the arms of an adopted comrade.
I held you - lost brother - tucked inside my soul;
nineteen and breathless.
The tears inside my empty lungs
spilled so softly onto your forehead
as I knelt in the center of August’s cancerous garden;
staring at the mud stained badge
nestled peacefully above your silenced heart.
I slowly ingested and tasted your
bullet-ridden honor, as I was viscerally blinded
by the sickening, piercing strobes
of a delicate mourning's
glow.
Categories:
viscerally, life, loss, warprayer,
Form: Free verse
Allow me to tantalize you with a glimpse of my inner self.
Artistic in nature, wordy or just a line drawing of beauty,
that captures my core of thought.
Independent to some extent; my mind continually wonders and
wanders aimlessly about, searching viscerally for solace of
tranquility/harmony in a life that has been full of uncertainty.
A romantic of phrases drenching a heart of old wounds,
healing and consoling with a heavy imagination.
I want desperately to live in a place of concordance, if just for a day.
Wrap my love in confetti and shower the earth with exuberant laughter
and faith in itself.
I am a dreamer of hopefulness in reality, filling my memoirs with
profound conceptions of truth, honesty, and integrity in a world of
misconceptions, completely disregarding turmoil.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Nineth Place Winner ~ "About You” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Amy Green
June 17, 2010
Categories:
viscerally, on writing and words
Form: Free verse
its
as
if
INCUBUS
IS SITTING BACK THERE JUST WAITING TO TORMENT ME
I
MAY
LOOK
WOUNDED
but its an ILLUSION
THE GREAT MAN
what does He want all of a sudden
whats His game
i know His intentions are good but im TIRED of being protected
L
A
T
C
H
I
N
G onto it may distort my memories
i try to let go but the fear paralyzes me
its a mixture of REALITY and FANTASY
i havent REPRESSED any of it
the slate is CLEAR MENTAL STABILITY
PROPERLY PREPARED PATIENT
confirming my preconception that WE ARE ALL USELESS AND WEAK when we sleep
VISCERALLY
IM READY TO BEGIN
THIS NEW JOURNEY
Categories:
viscerally, faithmay,
Form: I do not know?