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Deriving the virtue from irony

we [live]

type of visual art work by sticking cloth

when morning haze covers up

dreaming figures

silhouetting at ocean horizon

the magic eye puzzle

in graffiti days overlaid  nights

ancient harmony

pentatonic crop

I smile/jive

long-short, long-short

Thanks, pen reverence

giving

Arriving with waves this year’s Love.

Turquoise Lagoon. Castanets of heart.

Summer playground.

Inner life

fantasy dreamland

aligned with Adagio

Tea green and regal

aqua light passage

to India

mellow toes in the know of seasons

poking into Pandora box

as forgotten canyon,

echoing untitled reflection

vertigo

stars exploded second time

in century…

Sojourn at breathing spaces
to ponder a peace.

Read more at: PU Mid-Wee Motif, d'Verse MTB: Thanksgiving

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Sketchy

photo by Mona Bouzarout ~ In memory of a man ~ flickr

You looked in the mirror

learning what is beyond

facial features…

Like the hand on the weight

scale, the head bouncing

leaned to the left or right.

You smile, then surprisingly

raise the brows,

learning how to think

a thought, perhaps.

Pulled corners of lips

and breathed fast,

exhaling on face

the mirror showed you…

Steamy, reflection

will puzzle us,

finger so many chances

to find real face…

Cloudy moments

'Snowstorm' by Maurice de Vlaminck

They stand weak-kneed, altered,

the grey-blue dim fright,

tears-icicles stuck

in the tops.

Still flutter, the life pirouetting,

spills stained laughter on

forgotten stumps/logs.

Aligned to walls,

guard lifeless silence,

neglected desires’

inner child.

Considered miserable,

the final decision

postponed, passed on to

snow storming 
vagrant.

Sunday Whirl 188

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales

Above as Below

Artwork by Cheryl Hrudka

Hmmm…whi-i-s-sper…snap, snap!

Flying above the bodies

a fear, hiding in creases of eyelids.

I balloon to the ceiling

aware of your poking nose,

chewing habits and ready

to kick feet.

The root rod keeps

here and now.

Your words rolling

multiple faces

mouths opened and closed

beard broad way down

hatching as reaching

the cracked concrete

seconds.

The miracle of 59 become 00

having too divine shape

the minute absorbs eternity…

Read more at: PU Poetry Pantry

Abstract concrete motif

'Rapture with music' by Gholam Yunessi

At first

healthy

notorious motif

serving better

our toxic and fiery

purpose

turning tables,

ambiguous chairs,

letting stage be

our home,

we’re forging the reason,

emulated precarious

puzzles,

piano pauses,

words

accusing

the weight

over lurking pensive

floor lamps,

highlighted the

blooming Bonsai,

blurry painting

aligned with nodding

Hawaiian turtles. 

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif, d'Verse Poetics

Lingering jump

Highway ~ courtesy of Tess Kincaid

Settled in the restless

midst of night

I road two-sides ways.

The street lamps lights

highlight the margin line,

where soul mix & self-fix

toasty subtle skin

like ambrose within.

Yields the palate

of shadow hunt

I’m testing a lingering jump

quantum way

to embrace the winter hut.

A prisoner of four walls

I'm a ghost of

layered thoughts.

A fresh start shimmering

tends to spill.

Behind the veil

of closed eyes

the hint.

by Brenda Warren ~ Sunday Whirl

Read more at: Magpie Tales, Sunday Whirl

Preoccupied PC

Art by Dale Frank, Australia

Oh, she hadn't turned off me the best,

So many viruses collected

And put them in the treasure chest.

Ah, what a wonder of selected mess,

So many images emerged,

When pressed ‘to show the request’.

So careless, to plug in back forgot,

Enjoyed the ‘couch potato’ movie -

That put me in the sleeping mode.

My job could be a joy, not a jolt,

If extra folders would be sorted,
Compressed on a disk under the code. 

Read more at: Creative Bloomings: Getting to work. 
"Write a poem about an inanimate object getting ready to perform its function." ~ Walter J Wojtanik

The Legend

Pulling strings/many hearts,

his heart opens to give,

to sink into music

Jacuzzi, release the

burden of life, to heal

the wounds, where it hurts.

At first, voice not strong,

not his voice, the guitar

solo touching the air,

testing the walls and

material values,

volumes of love returns.

Soul aligned in his wealth

with purpose, he amazes,

brings charisma, connects

all in one, quotes to put

hands together and

follow him in one breath.

Read more at: Imaginary gardens with real toads: Love of My Life

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Knots

Choker by I. Golembo

                     

                      "Find a break in the meshes of the net

                        that tightens around us,leap out, flee!

                                                                        E. Montale

Souls sealed in
a snow membrane,
accepted will
stretching the brain,
loosened loops
torn apart
unclaimed patterns
chaotic art.

Worlds are entangled into
electromagnetic waves.
Layers of Thoughts –
vibrant  emotions recharged…

I used to tied the tight head knot,
Now – no strings attached.

Read more at: d'Verse Meeting the Bar

Shadow sonnet

Alice in Wonderland, Chapter 2, Illustration by John Tenniel

Swimmers of the life; we all are swimmers

Short or long – we give it distant shot

Yearning for the best we better learning

Quote the wisdom we get rated by Klout.

Brave, we ford malignant spots in rave

Catalyst the waters served as catalysts

Surreal mission makes our lives surreal

List the issues, be aware at least.

Swimmers of the life, we dance a shimmy

Ebbs are tracing odds, colliding abs

Crucial in order to save the crew shell

Not to lose yourself in final note.

And giving spark to spoofed end

Hand’s reaching for another hand.

Read more at: PU Mid-Week Motif: Swimming 

Three Word Wednesday: Crucial, Malignant, Yearning

Creative Blooming: Shadow Sonnet

Thread through

Phillip Allen Art,  Dublin

‘AIM HIGH’ ~  psychic tip of the day

The rose in my chest

uncurled the petals

in harmony I drink

the dawn.

The fervor of first birds

so cheerful my world

the little fists knock

in the bow.

The wind whisper ‘whish-sh-sh’

the gossip of owls

crossroads crossing

at night.

Suicidal clouds

recall hidden thorns

that pocking a void

in the sky.

It’s later the crocus

will shine out of mud

emitting gladness

and love.

Holistic and white

the healing begins

the letters sent 
from above...

Sunday Whirl

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Sunday Mini challenge: Salvatore Quasimodo

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Bonfires

Art by Fred Cuming

Inspirational sparks

Cultivating lovingly deeds

Soul insights;

Delighting, highlighting

Ignite

the minds.

Gossamer flames

Activate desires’ vibes

Omnipresent tongues;

Fascinated/devastated

Plummet

to transform.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif, Creative Bloomings

A Hadron Poem

theschooloflife.com

Untether

Breaking walls.

Going beyond disturbances

Untether bonds.

Intending defending –

imprisoned,

not enlightened.

Creativity

Creative thoughts

Imagination at work

Original ideas

Audible, improbable

Expanding -
New plots.

Read more at: Creative Bloomings

Insight remix

deviantart.com

Unfamiliar directory.Digging under surface.

Not to find absolute truth.

But sort things out.

Frame free.

Molecule alike.

Expect them to fill the picture

you’ve visualized.

The possibilities.

Be open.

Like the grains of sand

guided by wizard wind’s wand

followed the intention

scattered and gathered again

Get rid of density.

Shed the skin, get out of shell.

Build etheric pyramid instead,

the top – in the heaven.

Stamp right left

left right

create the fundament

reconnect with Earth.

Does your light shine brighter today?

On duty

image credit:  Dick Blick Art

They change/slash the cold world of grey

with roots still alive,

awaiting for spark, array of colors,

when sun, chasing rain,

opening eyes

to see the beauty and rise

high for joy.

The goal they cherish

when jaded

still standing up

on the way home –

to nourish, design

all world satisfied,

burns with desire

to bloom.

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales