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paradise that or this

Paradise that or this

that paradise is no illusion
its pure and simple your imagination
darkness
when you cannot see with open eyes
what will you do there
with no eyes

now read my version below
read it breathless
in one go
or punctuate it if you wish to do so

Kitchen Table

Another sleepless night spent at the kitchen table,
waiting for morning to come so that I am able to breathe again.
It's flat, like my chest, as I hold my breathing to rest
while the suppressed heart beneath my lungs is trying its best
to repent.

I have failed you, my heart cries.
I failed you, too, I realize.

RAVAGED

RAVAGED

ravaged by the years,
deceived and betrayed
by the treachery of Creation,
I have become less than myself
too quickly, too soon, nearer
to my end than my beginnings.
there comes to us all one
faithless day a sudden epiphany
of growing old and a sickening
disbelief of Life’s final push.

[Richard for Joe]

The Golden Touch (Ottava Rima) (Classic Poetic Forms WS)

Come forth to hear a tale you heard nonesuch
about the touch of greed Midas, the king.
He had the wealth, the gold and money-much,
not content though he'd almost everything.
That's when Dionysus gifted him a touch
that turns anything to gold, even spring,
but when he gave his daughter an embrace,
just then he knew that gift was but a curse.

WAKING

my hands
on the wall
the tiles
dizzy
water pours over me
hot...
steamy

look left..
chrome holders
toilet further right
blue tiles
white groat
at once

where am I
whom am I with
coming down

watch the swirl at my
feet.......Im in the north hemisphere
far out there......

who am I with...
this time..
blonde brunette
red head
alone..

if Im in t he shower
Im not alone
always serious

Tonight, we hail the dead who fought with pride,
the bravest men who bled to save us all
We lay them now and pray that God will guide
their souls to stand in Lom, the Heroes' Hall,
and known as men who changed the battles' tide.
O Knights of Truth, come lift your heads, stand tall.
For you who gave us hope for days ahead,
your glorious end, a tale, we'll tell and spread!

Southern Summer Showers

Southern summer showers
Steam storms silently
Surrounding sleeping skies,

Lightening lures lovers
Like lovelorn luminaries
Leading luscious lips

Into incredible inklings
Ideas ignite intrepidly
Imagining inspiring intentions

Astounding attractive assumptions
Above accepted accustoms
Achieving alarming ambitions

With wonderful words
Weeping wet willows
Wearily waltz warmly

Together to tears
Tender tempting tunes
Tie thrilling thoughts

Apoptosis, But More Explodey

I’d like to blow minds
rather than just mine.
These mind-blowing rhymes
could do that just fine,
but they are explosive,
and I'm afraid of not getting them out in time.

An ‘exploptosis’ of the mind is what I fear the most, so I write.
I’d like to blow minds,
hopefully not mine,
and so, I write.

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

A sudden strike of lightening
out of a calm, clear sky
fire blue electric from way on high,
violent acts of Nature’s Fury inflicted
on Mankind : the unforeseen surprise,

Fate’s wanton choices : nowhere to hide;
slumbering daemons dark and murderous
lurking deep inside waiting to ravish
Flesh and Mind : random cruelty and
death by design.

youthful garden

,.,.,.My flowery youth
Youth is that fountain ....which must one day dry
no matter how much one may try
youth does die
but in form of aging skin and balding hair
but the heart within remains youthful ....till aging ....is an age passed dream
youth remains within we still need only watering
what a youth we all have enjoyed ....reading our past in your lovely verse
‘tis as if yesterday we were in youth... now 'tis worse... left in memories as in this youthful verse

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