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Dilemma

Rampant reckless retrospect rushes 
The present blurs in blues 
The mistakes of the past make me miserable and low
And so, I give up and the feeling grows
And in wait for time to make things better
I push living further into the later. 

I don't know if it's butterflies and sunshine, later
I just hope to pick up pieces, as the time rushes
But do I hope in vain? What is better? 
I feel worried so I look into the blues
Of the waves, and the moss that grows
I just give up and lie low

Down as the weed, in the roots I stay, much low
In hopes to remain rooted, even if they mow the green later
And then in good time, a leaf of me grows
And with that the past rushes
Far away into the grey oblivion in the sky of blues
Is that it? Will that be better? 

Is living in later or present better? 
How do I duck every time and stay low? 
Is future colourful or just shades of blues? 
And then again, I wait for later, 
And with that all my time rushes, 
My youth and life is spent, and the autumn grows. 

Or do I try, and fight the past clumsily and my present grows
Maybe things will shape for worse or just get better
A calculated risk, but miscalculation in my head rushes
Or as decided, should I stay low? 
Or maybe fighting today becomes synonymous to later
The tipping scale of probability plunges me in dark and blues

Is it all clues I look for in my moods of blues
A clue for bliss and happiness, a feeling of numbness grows
Today makes sense, not unpredictable later
If I want to live the best I gotta try to make it better
I have stayed for a long while, down and low
Now with my present I walk, unprepared, wherever it rushes.

And in all the blues, and the running second that rushes
The more low I feel, with actions the strength grows
In hopes of better, if I work now, maybe all I wish comes to me later

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Can Books Stand Tall

I look across the room in hope
Few books, a rope
I tie them all, 
Afraid to fall

Experiences are to climb
Ladder of time
Yet I tie books
Soldiers at crooks

Books are my weapons at combat
But Life is brat
The pages tear
All left is fear

24.7.2021

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The Lipstick

Another day droops to nothingness, with the parting of the Sun
As it drowns itself scattering colours for the world to look by
A mix of red with a slight of pink 
And the glow of orange and yellow within
An open palette of expression and freedom
Even at its end the day spins an extravaganza of colour

I sit by the smoking fire of the kitchen, a small strip of the sky
Visible through the tainted glass of an unopened window
I wonder if I could ever? 
Paint myself a world , a step away from the gloom of fog
Slice the smoke with a light of my own

And I look at the lipstick left on the table
It wasn't mine, someone just gave it to me
It would suit your skin they said
A beautiful bright cherry red
I apply it generously 
And smudge it at the flat of its end. 
I look in the mirror again
And I see myself, volatile full of power
I smile and close my eyes
Float in to my dreams again

After a day's spent, and the night falls
And I am spent being the mother and loving wife
I move to the glass and look at the sky
Paint my lips in the nascent red
Feel the fragrance that rises from it
And initiate my feet to a rhythm
A commoner mingling in the streets in the day
Becomes a star with just that hint of red.

20 July 2021
Finding your muse contest
Regina McIntosh

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Shut the Windows But Open the Door

I have sat here for long
Beside the burning stove, in the lingering smoke
Of the spices and heat
My face burns and my hand hurts
My eyes fill with tears 
But I dare not
I dare not cross
The threshold

I was younger, much more beautiful
My hair of black, my skin - chestnut brown
But now it has scales
And the sparkle that I had in my eyes
Was slowly gone, vanished before I even knew
And now all they have is the steel of uncertainty
Death and pause. 

I look at my image
Her eyes, her nose, her hair like mine
The same glow, sparkle and shine
And years from now
She will be let in a similar dysfunctional functionality
And her years and life
Will go down the loop 
Of every day death and no new life. 

But if we go
The brunt or the blow
I will have her killed
And die myself, never get off
The tide that will wash me
And drown me in a sea of wavering lows
I hand her some cash, a bread
And whatever little of the fire I had left
As she walked out of the brown wooden door
I stayed in
Awaiting worse, 
But a future
For my daughter who today crossed that door.

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Seek To Find

Have rendered across terrains in quest, 
Of the art that defines the supreme of creation
In books, in objects and systemised objectification 
Have sought a path, travelled, failed and announced it complex, tiring, rootless and fake. 
Tired, restless, having seeked and being dejected I have rested my case
From the outer orbits I have flung to
I decide to dip inside, and reach the core of the atom that binds the world by
And slowly as my body lowers into the trenches, a feeling exorbitant yet simple hits the core of my heart and I see
And I shout, unlike the unclear voices of murmur that slipped my lips before. 
On a sloppy dying day of summer I found the light, in me.

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Scar and Scare

Another Bleak Candid Dreamy Evening Fades, 
And the house of cards that stands on a tip
Slowly crashes, through the time flip
And first falls the heart and then two spades making the roof. 

Leaning, Meddling, Nodding On Purpose
I have cared, pretended tried it all ways
But anger, ego, disagreement surpass
My growing fear of losing him in days. 

Plenty Questions Return Skimming Through Under
From the deep traces of mind that lay bare
A falling house, find excuses of wind and thunder
But times heals, the initial scar and scare. 

26.07.2021

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Walk a Shoe Or Shoo Away

Going, gasping, grasping for breath
Doing, dreading, dancing for death
Walking a mile away, just to be a mile near the end
Friend, fiend, foe all walk hand in hand. 
I leave, and the leaves rustle under my feet 
The sound of crunch leaves me sceptical, I feel close to a freak
Freaking out at each sound, 
I wonder how sound my mind is? 
Wonders all around, yet all I see is the dark in light
Suddenly my head feels light, in my eyes shadows of dancing butterflies. 
And I eyed to see the world around
All aloof, all astute and amidst all- an anybody
An anybody who shares my body
And a part of the soul who faces fate
It's face of figure walking in the soles of dead. 
Where am I now
At end of the tail, or just the beginning of tale
Every body looks for a difference
And I look upon with deference. 

25.07.2021

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Caring Twin

The sun slipped back his bag and yawned
A day for today was gone
And into the sea he took a plunge
Splashing the sky in colours
The stars arrived seconds later
They were scattered all across
They gossiped, talked and took a swirl
Sparkled in the speck of the giant blue wall
And slowly the blue seeped in its arms the grey
Until black spread like the roots of the sprouting weeds
Unstoppable, flying around setting a blotch, 
Wherever it set it's crawly feet. 
The stars worried, little foot soldiers
And trembled and trembled to twinkle brighter
And wherever they sparkled they tore the dark
In pieces, specks and sparks
Until she walked in around the haze of her cloud
A sweet pearly lustre trailed loud
She walked and embraced the dark
And wherever she touched the bright lurked
A round full face smiling bright
Like a mother cradling her child
A little pale at the edges but oh her beautiful eyes
To some she reminded the lover in dream
To the nocturnal world she is the sublime queen
And to her exhausted yellow brother, the caring twin.

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Fairytales and Glass

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                                 Croaking toads,
                                  Shooting stars, 
                                    Snowy roads. 

                           Fairytales are so bleak
                          A magical world creeps
                            Illusions slyly speak
                           Of a world not so true
                           Just to visit in dreams
                               An utopian brew

              The world homes sharks, no fairies alas
                 And anyday gives pain more than joy
               No chocolate fountains, just plain brass
                Glass palaces shatter more than often
                 And the world is mostly brazen rocks
                      Nothing is yielded if you soften
                 Yet a short good tale at night inspires
                      It presents hope and it is untrue
                       But enjoy that, before it expires. 

27.7.2021
A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet

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We Look At the Sky

The purplish mix around the pale horizon
Gleams with a sparkle of twinkling stars
The soft breeze that sways the golden tree
Chirps merrily with stretched edges of the snowy tufts
I look at her eyes, and how she glows
In approval of the settling beauty, she meows. 

27.7.2021
Bite Size Poem no14
Line Gauthier