we thought he had brought her for window dressing
His ex-wife was here, and no one was confessing
Their classmates were startled, they thought they’d married for life.
Twenty-year-younger version of the ex-love of his life was his new wife.
A view is an antic of peaking surplantage,
of a particulated particular-
vantage of window dressing the addressing of
undressing, show, nark of culpability.
Causing a scene, perception slanted
with ideal synoptical instantainables processing implanted proof that is nosey and wants to know,
what it is, to see.
Everything pressing on my mind
So, I question, why?
Blessings are small when addressing
Where I am currently at right now.
Life is compressing my being
With every-day turmoil progressing.
I am a window dressing of peace,
But a different narrative inside.
Blessings my Lord, gaze down on me
And open a flood gate of discipline,
Help me transcend above it.
7/5/2022
Some write to be adored...nothing wrong with that:
we are clothing and window dressing (even our empty
stores speak a department's worth)~as much as our words,
where actions fail...so we attempt to charm and clarify –
Christ wrote nothing, having mastered the authorship of
deeds.
But, seeing how I have yet to walk on water, nor have I
raised one dead (myself still in doubt)~I am a poet in the
stead: a copy of landscapes and skies; speaking symphonies
and ditties, tapping the phrases of my feet and the rhythms of
my eyes.
we were confessing
when we counted each blessing
All window dressing
we could always tell
after we would hear each shell
which was pure hell
for youth is a cure
grow up and become mature
we can endure
longer and longer
Putin was a war monger
said he is stronger
Putin pageantry
seems to be his strategy
by him majesty
Putin has lot of nerve
Off road did force us to swerve
he then threw a curve
Make do with what you have
company coming and feeling modest
Tidy up and dust a spot
Wear clean clothes and put out the
good bath towels
Straighten that rug, no toss it in the closet
a scented candle, too much
The living room curtains washed and ironed
A knock on the door
welcome them in with a smile
delicate gauzy organza sheers
window dressing dancing in the bedroom
blown gently by forced air heat
piped in by silver register on floor
moving softly in a sensuous way
erotic dance of cosmic feelings
my wide awake eyes
overwhelmed by imagination
conjures up a dancing ghost
Tho’ the soft voice has an aristocratic tone,
the haughty attitude ain’t no street gutter different:
Being rude ... dropping shade
Dark keystroke mood,
shallow indigo indifference shown
Another bad online day made
Royal pain of a social media princess
giving good grief
With a sunny disposition staged
That same persona
is acting out in public again —
Digital tongue intoxicated by the viral fame
Drunken thoughts of superiority
are spilled on the laptop
As her mental runt rants spew more shame
But[t] always couched behind banal positivity,
trite emoji expressions
Mousy pooter loves to sphincter the blame
The same gaslight persona
is acting out in the public forum again —
Low heel clicks from lattice lips
Drama queen on a toilet spin,
gossip lovers say she has such a hater handle
Royal flush of a sent sewer clip
Petty web of inane intrigue
got much diva curiosity following her
A Twitter litter trail of trash-talking catnip
Different window dressing edit, peppermint vetted,
has the same bittersweet facade —
Hard candy hits from her gentle fingertips
I'm skippin' the small talk since it doesn't work anymore
I'm quiet all the time and it's from the fear of uttering the wrong words
I'm always in a daze
My mind always attempts to bring back memories
happier moments of my past instead of dwelling on my present
Melancholy, depression
fortunately, there's somethin' new to me
who can make me laugh, make me cry
make me see the reason why the sun shines
until we've started a war without a winner
This war is getting out of hand; how can I...no, no, no
how can we move this mountain between us
Bad days and this trapping haze will be the death of me
Course, of bloody course, it's near impossible
to escape the maze of my thoughts
Give me the strength to break the silence and…
and to tear down this obstacle, will I be happier?
here's hoping for my pride won't allow me the luxury
to call it quits, end this now on even terms
I'm so tired of waging a war with my words
My promises feel like cannons without ammo
window dressing to feel intimidating, important
yet hollow after all…
I can't let that happen, not to the one that made me fall...
Snow in April, such a blessing
Tender shoots and flowers caressing
With Nature's design, surely messing
Heavy flakes of white coalescing
I pray this snowfall is merely evanescing
A kind of freakish 'Easter window dressing'
~ else a meteorologist's prank, I'm guessing...
Jesus Pays or You Do
Written: by Tom Wright
2/25/2013
Everyone enjoys it when another will pay,
For sin the price was tendered at the cross.
By accepting Jesus it’s exactly that way,
Rejection necessitates we pay for our dross.
At death, man’s destination isn’t left to guessing,
Or by some Church eulogy and clamoring voices;
For God sees the far side of any window dressing,
Judging our earthly tracks and lifestyle choices;
Things un-seeable to others are not concealed,
Time, is of the essence for repentance, don’t delay.
For standing before God’s throne all is revealed,
Examine your life and how you’re living each day.
The real picture will be much worse
Than any picture your imagination has painted.
Tom
Refortifying myself…
I expected less and less
From you
My inner world unfolding
All window dressing cast aside
My spirit entrusted to
Those moments still to come
The truth now able to settle
And learn
My secret voice conscious of
What my curiosity and reflection
—have yet to see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Not Me, But He
Miracle Man
2/9/2018
In mulling over the testimony of my existence,
My remaining time is anchored to His assistance.
Since the time of rebirth when I made my debut,
Each challenge I’ve faced God carried me through.
The speed bumps I’ve encountered along the way,
Have ushered me to the spot where I stand today;
Look past the window dressing you assume I’ve done,
And fix your eyes upon Jesus, the empowering one.
window dressing
daily visits to
hummingbird feeder
AP: 1st place 2021
Posted on July 11, 2018
Kind-hearted displays never was
part of her intrinsic, fashionable support view
Genuine concern often got the facial window dressing ...
Feelings dismissively expressed
with distant half-smiles of plastic disaffection
In sad times of other people’s tragedy,
the principal thing
was to show some synthetic sympathy
Walk into a somber room,
and with vacant, steely eyes
support the teary-cheek weak knees
Giving the smallest comfort measure of
a little false posing empathy
In someone else’s vulnerable moments of need,
her self-interest
was simply to deliver lip-service compassion usury
Talk like a mannequin ...
sealed lips don’t ever open up to share,
expressing minimal, wooden emotions over the telephone
Walk like a mannequin ...
confessing to be moved enough to care,
she only gives the slightest effort to help someone move on
Never wanting to get too involved personally,
or let the on-lookers see too deep intimately
Mannequin skin feelings,
possessing a harden body of plastic emotions
Synthetic thoughts hidden —
seen only on display,
when her exit doors of naked truth are closing
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