Glaring Problem?

My sunglasses do well

My problems seem to disappear

Out of sight all the better

I reveal in blindness

it takes away the pain

We are all flawed

But no sense in dwelling

It is all an illusion

A dance without a tune

A song played by swaying trees

Like a shadow or lost puppy

They follow my every move

But problems aren’t glaring

if you don’t look

The Tides

Tides wash away the day

Flotsam and jetsam of tomorrow

Awaiting to meet sand of yesterday

My thoughts like lagan lay buried

Churning seas push and pull at them

Still the tide wash away the day

Dreams like whitecaps ripple

Appearing here then there

Like illusions I long to hold

I watch them drift away

Yet still the tides wash away the day

Yesterday gives me place

Resting here I replay days

Beyond me hope floats

Riding waves free to move on

But still the tides wash away the day

*flotsam (floating debris) & jetsam (subsurface debris) are joined by lagan (sunken debris) here

Poetic Tour of Eight Capital Sins

Gluttony

Sugar 

Caloric bliss 

Washed down in syrup 

Another chunk 

Another liquid fizz 

Nothing satisfies 

Lingering need for more 

Then crash 

repeat

Pride

The world versus me 

They haven’t got a chance! 

Teflon hero immune 

To cause and others 

Solitary divine 

Right by self-interest

Vainglory

Center attention resides 

Places build up within others 

Written on banner  

Held hands high 

Charging foward 

Little Big Horn awaits

Sadness

If you only know 

Sharing isn’t caring 

Leavening the field 

Dragging you down here 

Blame and hate 

Chains keeping you down

Anger

Enthrallingly distributed 

Across all views 

Problems involving everything 

Excited drawing blood 

Hoping pain caused 

Damage little concern 

Visceral intentions

Control absolutely

Avarice

One more million

One more collection 

Things horridly glorious 

Poor only want nothing

All that shines

All that glitters 

Mine

Acedia

Attention span withers 

Dreams awash vision 

Mind dances fancy thoughts 

Incredible drowse embraces 

My work drifts away 

Soul joins the shadows

Fornication

Flesh dripping taste 

Candys last linger clings 

Forbidden flavor always best 

Touch builds memory 

Desire creating scene 

Fulfilment hopeless 

Repetition guaranteed

A long time ago there were eight capital sins, corrupted souls got lazy and combined aspects of a few. Besides 7 sounds better as deadly sins

Grown Cold

Razors edge 

That’s your love 

Handling with care 

Useless as words 

Feeling should be glue 

Not shrapnel or fodder 

There are no openings 

Just hardened glass inside 

Someday never comes to you 

Not as fast as you turn on others 

You can’t take the warmth 

You only chill the world to you.  

Your last moment will pass alone

Far away from those like me

Misty Morning

Glistening grass blankets 

Bird song choruses fill the air 

Breezes gentle and cool dance 

Lazy warm Sun rises

Golden rays stretching out 

Bunnies dart place to place 

A world spilling forth follows 

Puffy clouds slowly meander 

Noises begin to carry 

Peace valiantly holds firm 

Til the mist of morning drifts away 

Tomorrow it will be back 

Someday’s it seems too long to wait

Mist of Dreams

Mist of my dreams swirl

Spinning like a kaleidoscope 

Am I looking back

Like the stats in telescope

Or forward in Crystal ball

Happy blue skies pave paths

Tall trees throw twisted shadows 

Nothing is as it seems 

Everything is exactly as it appears 

Lines of sight tug gently 

Filaments of thoughts resist 

Delightful mess spills across fantasy 

Which parts will I miss?

Which parts to cling to? 

Time slides through hidden hourglass

Slowly I realize what never was

Has always been waiting with what was

Impression

What impression have I made?

Have I left a mold for precious metals?

Footprint squished into a riverbank?

Did I choose wax or steel to cast from?

Will I be lucky enough to be a fossil?

Will the next storm wash me away?

Time is no test man passes 

Is an anonymous legacy, a legacy at all

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Void – Commentary Po.em

Falling in to yesterday 

Eternal quest

Butterfly or moth

Searching for flower or flame

Slipstreams into fact

Tumbling letters break words

Nothing held or possessed 

Like shadows in the dark


Another commentary po.em with words from Lorraine, http://myfrillyfreudenslip.wordpress.com and http://in25wordsmoreorleswordpress.com, and myself.  Her words are in italics.  Please stop by a visit her! 











Missed Chance -Commentary Po.em


In the peripheral vision of your eye

Waving from my attention

Arms out stretched 

Fingers feeling in the air

Like shadows in the dark

Lingering memories pull away

Rushing up and over

Only to crawl and slither

Another commentary po.em collaboration between Lorraine, http://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com, and myself.  Her words are in italics.  pleas stop by her site and her smaller works at http://in25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com