BSeuss 1d

the light of the Creator is tattooed into my soul; as it looks at its reflection, through the window I call my eye.

Xemya 1d

at some queer second
         not quite between twelve and twelve
                    blue planet dust particles dream
                                suspend midair
                                 while sunbeams dance
                        across minute hands
                   in your eyes

            shag carpet melts into lush
       dark grass
      and azure electric runs across petals
         of daisies dipped in glass

                 air swims carelessly about in a tropical heat
                          and shimmers curiously like
                                  glitter in rain or
                                        paint splattered koi
                                                beneath oil spills

                                                   you stand at the
                                                      precipice to purple
                                                   infinity
                                       and curiously ask the darkness
                            "what time it might be"

                   soft words of loved ones
echo faintly in distance

       overhead
                    copper willows generously sprout
                         industrial light-bulbs

Maya Deren Salvador Dali Steampunk Coexist Environmentalism
Poetictunes May 31

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Mara W Kayh Apr 16

And today
Let us remember
That of all the illusions
Death is the deepest

This is almost a repost of an earlier shorter version which simply read "Of All the illusions, death is the deepest" . Today, to celebrate Easter, this is what I have to say :)
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016

I come from a place
Where reality's a dream
We sleepwalk awake
Silent are the screams

Uncertainty is certain
Lies are absolute
Destruction just creates
The vital and minute

Consciously unaware
Of our intended mistakes
Reminded to forget
That giving only takes

I come from a place
Where eyes never see
Through the mists of illusion
Surrounding you and me

Maggie Emmett Nov 2016

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.

Having seen the dreadful remarks made on Social Media about USA President's wife, Michelle Obama I think this poem is worth re-reading

Studied your biography,
From childhood through adulthood,
And praise you for your courage,
Not to mention your endless talent,
That shone through the years of your life.
 
All your quotes astound me,
Showing such insight into life.
You loved your fellow man,
And all of the nature that surrounds.
 
Your career was fulfilling,
That you worked so hard to establish.
You shined on stage and in church,
Always acting and singing at your very best.
 
Talent for theater and dancing,
You set every stage aglow.
From "Porgy and Bess,"
To "Calypso Heat Wave,"
All happened in those 50's days.
 
The audiences were quite aware,
They were in the presence of talent,
When you sang, when you danced,
When you spoke and when you wrote.
 
We are blessed with your poetry,
And enthralled with your writing,
Embraced by the poem you wrote,
"On the Pulse of Morning" for the inauguration.
 
We will always remember your autobiographies,
Each and every book you wrote.
But you will be most remembered for your book,
"I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings."
 
You have left behind enough beauty,
Literature and quotes to last the world,
For centuries to come.
We thank you for giving,
And love you for being Maya Angelou.

©2016 by Lee Christine Brownlee

Wrote this poem for my website as the Poet Spotlight for March is Maya Angelou.

Animated patterns of light and dark,
quavering here on the wall beside me.

Through this window glass
from another century,
denuded branches
dance --
But only apparently.

©Elisa Maria Argiro

Light creates images for us,
the appearance of Reality.

All that we know, all that
seems so real, is playing
a part we have asked it to
play. Unmanifest Reality,
appearing as all forms,
and all phenomena.

All that we know
is a dance of shadows
playing across
the infinite
ocean of bliss,
unboundedness.

©Elisa Maria Argiro
ConnectHook Sep 2015

OR:   “A brief treatise on Antediluvian Gayology ”

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Said Demiurge to Samael:
“This universe is getting old.
Let’s break on through and fly beyond
to where the lead shines gold.”

Said Samael to Demiurge:
“I’m with you, dude. Let’s rock and roll
Let’s rip this veil of Maya in two
And glimpse the Oversoul…”

Replied his echo Demiurge:
“Devoid, divine, it’s ALL good, bro;
The sweetest wine is found within
Let liquid truth now flow…”

So Samael let drop the towel
And spread his doctrine’s orifice.
The mystic eye of gnosis shined
in luminous artifice.

Then Sam and Dem, conjoined like beasts
made cosmic love (in Koine Greek),
transforming gold to toxic lead –
and Truth into a freak.

¡ ATTAIN GNOSIS !
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