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Audra Carson Poem
Once upon an under edited and somewhat jaded,
female’s mid-life crisis
she sat down to contemplate the options of all her
“age appropriate” vices’
“Debauchery deficient”, “depravity bereft”,she
was "tragically prosaic”.
sadly ending her self-indulgent deprecation
with,“pitifully archaic”
Upon further diagnosis and self
evaluation, she concluded
she had neither mid-life crisis nor deficiency,
but was brazenly deluded!
Severe results of this delusion;
insomnia induced proliferation:
this excessively verbose and heinously,
superfluous pontification!
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SHATTERED
Thoughts recede toward essence spent. Resentful,
once vibrant blush has left only ashes.
Determined to refuse my fated path.
Evening sun, set early by my loathing.
Dispossessed by fantasy, whose conquest
shatters virtue and violates my soul.
Disfigured by deceit, extinguished, and
laid upon the steps of my dissension.
Misanthropic saturation provokes
baffled, irritated prodding to return.
My course of purposeful distance is set,
ghostly descent beneath horizons stroke.
Sifting my remains, weary fingers comb.
Desperate to proclaim my retribution.
In meaningless, retrospective decay,
diminished identity torn from me.
Inertia binds, embedded in my flesh.
Tethered by my unforgiving psyche.
Residual shame constricts. Suffocates.
My sentence, undetermined, renders death.
Desolate voices place fragments. Perfect,
they fall in context of absurdity.
Convicted, I will into existence,
Calm liberated from calamity.
Repose, set adrift on haunted carriage,
I task celestial deliberation.
Choate, emancipated from its chaos,
I orchestrate creation without form.
Shattered, reality recedes from me.
Fawless brake, I am rendered unable
to discern what is substance of my mind.
Insane!....and at my depth I surrender.
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Mind blown
Out walls
Vulnerable
Exposed
Muses words
Encourage me
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Mean is meaningless,
has not
it’s meaning here, I
proclaim
without which he will
die and rot
lest it my cruel beast
shall tame
forked tongue speaks only
violence
doomed fate by kind word or
belief
extinguish and stake claim it’s’
silence
turning peaceful over
new leaf
no value rendered is
but nil
his only power I
assign
I’ll mount him not from
molehill
to him mind’s peace do I
resign
Intention does define
one’s deed
bearing fruitless vine, Mean
does sow
may I not gossip, bear
this seed
bless, in you that, Mean’s seed
not grow
tolerance of Mean, I
refuse
wish words reflect my kind
intent
this world may we all then
infuse
Same song, sung again,
and sent
we know not what harm we
may cause
with cruel intentions’ turn
of phrase
might words break tender heart
because
we mend words, yet mend not,
our ways
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Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard
My dream became a story
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow
he created as he flew
As he spun his magic tale
it was painted on the sky
along with graceful notes of
an enchanted lullaby
The evanescent melody
starts; “Once upon a time”
and generates perfection:
unveiled memories, sublime
Long ago, and far away
you awoke and came to me
and commenced an epoch query
for a child of only three
I picked you up and kissed you
and you gave a kiss to me.
”Have we always been together, Mom?”
“Will we always be?”
“I think so. Don’t you?” I asked
and my eyes filled up with tears
as if our lives could be summed up
by the number of our years.
Your tired little eyes exposed
your innocence of youth
but your brilliant mind brought
peace, quickly reconciled by truth
Entranced in thought you pondered
then you turned to answer me
“I think so, for sure!”
you insisted, most emphatically
Like links upon the chain of life
joined by unseen tether.
You chirped your explanation,
“We’ve always been together!”
“When Mema was so tiny,
that you couldn’t even see,
Nana was seed in her,
You were in that seed, with me!”
I closed my eyes and held you
then I kissed your little head
“Yep. It’s true.” you said. “Always.”
and you shuffled back to bed
Just when you think it’s over
and it’s reached a wondrous end
The end is a beginning
and we round the magic bend
I dreamed about a hummingbird
luminous and blue
Who emanated mystic wisdom
into rainbows as he flew
The melody diffuses
as a harmony of hues.
Surrender then crescendo
into eternities’ good news
The orchestra of life explodes
and our hummingbird returns
to weave his final tapestry
sprouting life from ashes burned
This is a perfect story
and it has a perfect end
giving rise to new creation
and the bird will fly again
Many, many years from now
As you gaze at the night sky
You’ll think about this story
then remember me and sigh
Glance up to the crescent moon
In its’ stead you’ll see my smile
tell me all about your day
and we’ll visit for a while
Gently I’ll caress your cheek
with breeze upon the air
and sprinkle you with moonlight
so you know that I am there
We’ve always been together,
and we shall always be.
A little birdie told me so,
as you did, when you were three.
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Oddra was a little birdie who was locked in her gold guilt cage.
On the eve of her destruction she was too quick in throwing down her page.
Serendipity had led her to the most wonderful birdie carnival in town.
Little then, did any know, that soon would come WWE, Smack Down.
She spread her wings and danced and sang and flitted all about.
The she started out and shared a bit….OK…she shared a lot!
She was in her groove! Or At least that’s what she thought.
This is when the lines got crossed, causing the great confusion.
That escalated to pointing fingers blame and accusation of delusion.
Unfortunately, her listening was selective. So this is all she heard,
whispers, “What kind of bird is that, a loon, a coo-coo bird?”
“She looks a little parroty to me”. Writing on the wall read, “sitting duck”
Unwittingly she’d stepped on toes, as misconceptions flowed both ways.
She had no idea that some had known her from before, in better days.
She did not hear nor see them. Did not hear them rapping at her door.
The kept reaching out a hand to say hello. She appeared to just ignore.
Who’d be talking to her there? She’d never been there before.
She completely missed her half of her poor friend’s ironic one way conversation.
She shared again, totally unrelated, that fit in perfect context as brutal provocation.
After this, the demarcation line of friend and foe becomes a little blurry.
Each perceived the others actions as offensive resulting in actions of fury.
Hold a pen in front of you, from end to end, creates a line.
But hold looking down its barrel and it’s circular in design.
Both are true, and also both are lies. In the end they’re both the same.
Is an Oddra not an Oddra even with a different name?
Here’s my stamp, Divine Design; classic, tragedy and comedy. That was the only
mask.
Oddra, cursed the circled ones. The lines, drawn in the sand, doomed her as their
task.
The lines devised a brilliant plan: having placed some peas around a hole they’d
made in some ice,
“Apocapus”, as she’d been dubbed, “She has to pee sometime, When she comes up
to take a pea
we’ll kick her in the ice hole.”
There it is my friends. Oddra was Slammed dunked!!
This is just tale. I to this I will fully digress, I am a very Odd Duck!!!
There were those too, caught in the middle, undeserved bad luck!!
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Creation sparks into existence
every element of our cosmos
Genesis’ pattern of expansion
Life’s innate self perpetuation
We inherit upon conception
our common stardust ancestry
Practice love and tolerance towards all
God’s children have no inequities
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sweet dreams
won't fight
sweet words
won't bite
sweet love
no flight
sweet you
know sight
I let U C me......ssshhhhh
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