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annh Nov 2019
Did you decide who I was before or after you spoke to me?

Did you decide to speak to me - or not - because of how I was dressed, what I looked like, my job, my education, my choice of beverage, my height, my accent, or my scintillating conversation with your plus one about the benefits of suburban parking spaces?

And who are you? Do you know? Are you sure? Did you dress yourself or did your date choose that sweater for you? Did you grow that ironic beard for her? Are you happy in your work, or just pretend to be to keep the peace? Did you miss taking up that scholarship because your family moved out of state?
Did someone ask you to hold their glass while they whipped to the loo? Do you slouch to compensate for those years of dance lessons which make you look too...straight? Are you trying to hide that southern twang? Do you talk ******* when conversing with strangers and tend to come across as a complete *****?

I thought so, go figure!

The more I think about it, it becomes clear to me - ironically enough - that who we are and how we communicate, interact, love and live is based on a pancake stack of impressions and fragmented contexts; a continuum of sliced-and-diced perspectives, learnt behaviours, and erroneous assumptions. Life is a veritable rabbit hole, thank goodness for poetry! :)

‘Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in.’
- Isaac Asimov
Little Piper Jul 2019
Pedestrians hustling in and out of the buildings
Cyclists, motorists, drivers rushing with time
I, standing in the middle of the busy street
Watching them as they go

I imagined various colours within each passerby
And identify the colors of their soul
Red, purple, blue, orange, gold, silver
What are the vibes? What do they mean?

Does red mean someone is upset, angry or frustrated?
Does blue mean someone is sad, depressed or sick?
Does gold mean someone who is kind, caring or loving?
Does green mean someone who is calm, patient or free?

I wish I can read the signs.
OpenWorldView Jul 2019
She came with her friend
wanting an introduction
but I played the clown.
She never asked.

What if
I wouldn't have been
the child I was?
Zywa Apr 2019
The world is asking:

Love your neighbour as yourself –


It is the answer.
Leviticus 19:18
Eloise Rose Apr 2019
Here I go again
Drowning my sowrrows
In destructive behaviours
Zywa Apr 2019
Please, put on your shoes,

people think so easily –


you are eavesdropping.
"The Mermaid and Mrs. Hancock" (2018, Imogen Hermes Gowar)
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
Trust, the madness
Doubt, the normality
Translate, the silence
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Everyday Wisdom
Johnny walker Jan 2019
Will I make to the summer  the question now so cold here can't afford to have my heating
on
such Is the case of the vulnerable In this country now forgotten ones who are no longer treated with respect by 9 years of austerity In which we have become so much
poorer
by the authority that just doesn't care once I was proud to British but not anymore
ashamed would be more to the point makes
one
wonder where It's all going to end as surely one day It
will God bless us
all
Thoughts on austerity after nine years used to be proud
to be British but sadly not anymore because of the disgusting behaviour of those In authority who have destroyed It's Country along with It's people
Gods1son Jan 2019
He has a bad attitude
But he wears the blame on other people
He never tried the blame on for once
Maybe it never crossed his mind
Or he thinks he's too right to ever do wrong

I liken him to a blind man
Looking at several mirrors
But could never see himself
And calls all the mirrors blind

Maybe the bad attitude is not the problem
But that he is blind to see himself
Or arrogant to accept his wrongs
And that he's not a flower but thorns!
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