Living Poets Society - Hello Poetry

Oct 2020

Dr Peter Lim

Practical Wisdom (8)

I'll be your patient listener
but don't expect me to be a mindless follower

Oct 2020

annh

Esther

Twirling, taunting,
Fluttering, flaunting,
Silver with optimism,
Wishing on a star.

Sitting in the park this evening watching the sun go down behind the nor’west arch.

‘Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.’
- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

#billowing #flaunting #flickering #optimism #star #silver #splintering #taunting #twirling #wishing

Sep 2020

Megan H

Warriors

We use our pens and pencils
As a way to fight the injustices of this world-
It is our biggest weapon.

People will read,
They will understand,
But they will not do.

I will write,
Because I understand,
Because it is the only thing I can do.

What else can I do-
When high society plans against us?
Pitting us against each other.

They watch us fight
They watch us suffer.
As they sit upon their thrones.

To my friends-
Please read,
Please write,
Please fight.

We need to count on each other to win this war.

#life #politics #fight #warrior

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

AN ALIEN PALACE WITH AN ORDINARY DASVIDANIYA

I have arranged all this just to have a moment alone with you.
I brought with me all the marigolds I could fit in a jar between worlds
and some fireflies that are loathe to forget the weight
of your gossamer shadow, for they pray to their gods
to glow beneath you as I pray to mine
to Love you.

But from an alien palace with an ordinary “ Dasvidaniya “
where my smoke lingers in the curtains-
and my pyramids are spheres…
I demise in my way with a myriad frailties
aligned with false stars and narrow avenues of broad despair.
my chapel is a hook in the sun, full of sabotage
and butterflies. I come seldom to a pause in all my grief
but every hour loving you
is some salvation
even the ******
can believe.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

“ their fear is the only thing they eat…” Jennifer Mckernon

their fear is the only thing they eat.
bone soup and entrails mind boggling
as every hour is a pursuit of vanity
posing as a pillar of the community
with complete immunity
as long as the money is long
and the idiots are many.

their fear is weaponized
like a Catholic joke within earshot
of an altar boy with
a secret shame.
a soul eating myth
that propagates hate
with all the tendrils of love
that bare no resemblance
to sanity, as they spoil
and collude
to Divide.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

SIMPLE TONS

i am a massive fantasy,

the rude clock insists that Time is a thing
but i keep squandering my ducats
regardless. my apogee more below
than above… as i whistle past the graveyard-
with a raven on my tongue and star
on my mind.

then stupid people happen.

they blurt into my inertia with all their might
blathering on about how wonderful it would be
to be Fascist. But out loud.

and my life hurts where i’m living it
all the time.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

All Tomorrows In The Wrong Hands

there are no simple moons. above all there are only storms that emblazon joy upon havoc
or sorrows beyond the reckoning of angels with bittersweet tinsel
in forgotten trees… nodding off in a forest you forgot.
all tomorrows in the wrong hands is when you wake-cling to the illusion of Otherness
and come seldom to the symphonies that designed You
to spite the Shadow,
it would be wise to eat more flowers
than toadstools.., but more wise
to love on purpose.

In Bloom.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

Like Something Strange

when all the periwinkles winkle in the brisk fidget of Spring
and cicadas chorus in the forest, such odes to Eros, all my arrows
fall upon apples that can’t stop smiling.

my sunshine has no thorns, and soft moths coo in the twilight
of my everlasting beguile.
i am such that i might be gone accept for here I am…
and love has all my luggage and a cat
perched in the elbow of an Albatross.
grinning with phantasmal mischief
against the harm of the world
and sweet nothings
by and by,

Like something strange.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

LOVE IS WHERE I KEEP MY THINGS

Love is where
I keep my
things.

Love is where i go
when here is
not Love.

I sing too much.
And birds find me
blindfolded.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

if i should train my atoms to obey me; what should i say?

if i should train my atoms to obey me; what should i say?
should i seek a form more fair or All form obliterate?
in my mind, living on a slow farm with morning tumbling from an orange void
like an unspeakable fire with an horizon for eyebrows and clouds for thought balloons.
o summer in notorious causality like a twig on Pinocchio's nose
in a furnace of butterflies and intangible Japanese beetles.
glowing like a white lie to a black light. But my bones are open-
and scarlet is the fever that breaks against the coral between shores.
i amble in the undertow like an Olympic scarecrow
dashed about in balmy calypso with ****** eyes and deep effigies.
in my mind, i learn to swim in something to believe in
and consider living out loud with my galleries unafraid of scorn
and my mallets for clay bells
sworn to seek brass in a pewter cabal
of the thorn.

Sep 2020

Third Eye Candy

How I Farm My Silver

swain and limber I elope with the prairie, laughing in the face of the sun.
my love unbound, like a joy beyond the province of desire.
my heart, pounding nickels into bouquets.
my eyes unhinged from the dark… light fiends in perfect illumination.
Impossible eyes are mine, full of thunder and fresh sourdough
steaming on a solid gold brick from my last wall.
your lips are how I farm silver
from a kiss, and my love is all
the *****
for You.