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Michele Payne Poem
This morning I rose to a somber beginning.
I watched a season of my life pass,
And beheld the dissipation of sentiment.
I despised the junction known and unwelcome,
And I tried to discern its meaning.
Is it to repudiate love and shared existence?
By rejecting the soul’s outcry and mate,
And joining the ignorance of the mind?
Is it a faint of heart around love?
By becoming a deserter of faith in love,
And assisting a pessimist of true love?
The morn passed in contemplation,
And the dawns after filled with agony.
Nevertheless, a glimpse of hope arose.
The emanation became anew and transformed.
Its ineptness regained its stamina,
Its spine became upright and unbroken,
And its fear exited being replaced by fortitude.
Love re-emerged in the dissipated areas,
Joy permeated the rejected soul,
And the mind’s ignorance severed it kinship.
I savored the harmony of my afternoon.
Copyright © Michele Payne | Year Posted 2009
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Michele Payne Poem
The Forty-Fourth Conscript of the People.
A portrayal of intellectual and political multiformity.
Its present-nature is captivating and inspiring,
Its epochal-nature is unmarred and univocal,
And its future-nature is unknown and essential.
An Intermediary of faith in change,
Stirring echos of "Yes, we can!"
Rendering credences of optimism,
Stimulating the honesty of a republic,
And awakening the unconscious hope of mankind.
This recipiency dims the light of yesteryear,
And proceeds into an age of hueless expectancy.
Copyright © Michele Payne | Year Posted 2009
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Michele Payne Poem
How strong the connection was between us,
How forcefully it controlled our hearts.
A feeling we’d never felt with anyone else,
And a moment I wished could have remained.
Then it altered itself into something unknown
And I stood amidst someone I didn’t know,
And I sank in the quicksand of his mixed feelings,
And I was buried alive by his indecisiveness.
I hoped for change in a changeless being,
Giving more and more of myself,
Roaming in a valley of sleepless nights,
Seeking a fairy-tale ending to a tragedy.
His morning scent still rests on my pillows,
The cologne still hangs in my closet,
Imprints of his touch remain on my skin,
But they will soon fade to memories.
And sadly my thoughts of him will linger,
But the love I knew has ended,
As I prepare for a new beginning,
I complete the last chapter of this story.
Copyright © Michele Payne | Year Posted 2011
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LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL BEAST.
SO LIKE THE HYDE OF JEKYLL,
AS IT BOASTS OF ITS RADIANCE.
IT LIES WITHIN ITS FRUSTRATIONS,
WORKING AMONGST THE WOLVES,
ADAPTING TO THEIR WAYS.
BY MEANS OF A PERSUASIVE EYE
AND MAKING ITS OWN CHOICES.
ONCE PURE AT CONCEPTION,
BECOMES STAINED AT BIRTH.
THEY TRY TO CORRUPT IT
SO THERE IS NO SUCCESSION,
BUT IT CONTINUES ON.
FACING DIFFICULT TASKS,
OVERCOMING THE OBSTACLES,
BUT DETERMINED TO PREVAIL.
LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL BEAST.
Copyright © Michele Payne | Year Posted 2008
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JUSTIFYING OUR ACTIONS,
HOW IS IT VIEWED?
AS A PUBLIC RECANTATION OF INNOCENCE,
OR AN EXONERATION OF GUILT?
ITS A MIXTURE OF INCIPIENT LIES,
ONE BIRTHING ANOTHER WITH CAUTION,
TRYING TO POSTULATE THE TRUTH.
ENVISION THE CLEVER DECEPTION,
THE MASKED CHARADE OF SAFE HARBOR,
AND THE PERPLEX IRONY OF IT ALL.
THE FEAR THAT LEADS TO TRUTH IS GUILT,
THE POWER OF GUILT IS IN YOUR MIND,
AND CONSCIENCE IS OUR ADVOCATE.
CONCEPTUALIZE THE WORLD
DEVOUT TO HONEST INTENTIONS,
AND PEACEFUL RECONCILIATION.
WHERE WOULD WE BE?
Copyright © Michele Payne | Year Posted 2008
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