Neglected, they find the way...

CRUCIBLE: COLLABORATIVE WORKS BY ARTISts ~ Mirus Gallery~ ca

If life a chaos -

relax, take

a breathe and see,

how you can

make it works…

broken in parts,

disconnected,

they won't survive;

only if melted,

oozing…  brought

into crucible, a vessel

of intentional love…

YOU choose the

thoughts and clothing…

Justice fest

– Tess Photography ~ Photo Challenge ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Bitter taste…

Ever fall

Beneath sweet

Expectations & Dreams?

Stumble once…

Haven’t learned

Trip-skip-dance

Over density’ rocks?

Celebrate…

Justice Fest

Soul sought Truth…

What a glorious day!

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday: bitter, glorious, stumble, 

PU Mid-Week Motif : Justice

Photo Challenge, Surrealism, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Diaphanous

'Diaphanous Wings' by MaryQualls ~ deviantart.com

Diaphanous…

her dissonant wings

spread in the layers,

shade, stain &  lace, -

sink mottled chaos…

thought it’d fit whether

in the velour purse

(now may have

a healing power);

or corrugated & clipped-

for the sake of

iridescent weather…

Sunday's Whirligig 4

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 4 

Ink roar

~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie ~

The words thunderously

read themselves in

my voice,

my ribs,

my posture, -

a quest to find

Achilles’ heel,

get stung,

then stop for retreat

reflecting…

the kiss of heaven.

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Cinquenta

~ B&P's Shadorma & Beyond ~

Playing sick

Weary,

my three eyes playing

musical chairs

two ways.

~ B&P's Shadorma & Beyond ~

Who says rats?

Grown big

he distinguish

white noise

from peppermint.

Cinquenta - 50 /portuguese, here - poetic form of 50 characters.

Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

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No pretense

Art by Bill L'Engle

Hush, desperate thoughts

Listen to beautiful beat

I walked down to earth

          Watch a new life’s hatching eggs

          Heart in the sync – no pretense

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

Heeding Haiku With HA: Pretense, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Star gnome

Art by John Hoyland

The Master guided to send a smile toward starry sky.

And It’s come to me back in a golden jumpsuit:

covered arms, short legs, angle hood.

The starry gnome walking impatiently,

the story formed between two ‘om’.

Two hands holding the Earth tenderly,

sending the light to whom it concerned

with words: “You can make it.”

Slowly in

Photo by Brooke Shaden

                 Here I’m in the doubt/dare/bite chair

unhappy moments…, TV on the ceiling,

courteous “what channel?”,

“please, music” and ‘thanks’.

Expectation time long….longer..

askew little art on the wall

in the rusty as if sanguinary frame

Guest house? move closer...

the furry pet passed by in the hurry…

time? smell the flowers

pulled in…the crimson scent/sense

found in the air…which way?

gone by wind…the cup, the pet, the saucer

steady rotating at the periphery….

notice vent blades approaching

oh, silver tassels…

Grab one!…Bite on!...Done!

…………………………………

Nightmare catch/cage better.

Whirligig 3 ~ MMT

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 3

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry 248

dove ti portano flori

Inspired by the Floriana's Art

1.                Burst!

Thou brought hex yellow holographic pomace,

eyes lit wise centered moons absorbing

pixelated expression, climbed uphill blue

muscle strangely stubborn over inevitable

meeting the mask/smile greeter, a serpentine

of dusty road tickling the numb nervous

flash-smash-choice…

2.                As if it possible to shut up…

They gathered to pull/cut/grow vibrations,

the expression of prick-dream-aroma

mango/blue struck/dump down

stems like limbs, armless buds and leaves

bottomless balloon/baloney views

water smeared, watched from above

umbrella-headed crowded cloaks.

Noise

Super Powers by Howard Finster ~ AVAM 

Thy farsighted glance,

closer things lose the shape,

just direction exists and smell,

          an aura, layers of thoughts,

          a choice to step into strata…

bringing a rigid

discomfort, resistance – noise...

do I want to engage?

those past  blueprints

never been my perception

for this new world of 'I'

how it feels today?

move to place that aligned

with the greatest dreams

          words: ‘peace’, ‘certainty’, ‘happy’,

          'seniority’, - trust yourself.

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With HA: Noise,

Imaginary Garden with real toads: AVAM

Inspired by Mastering Alchemy website, guru Jim Self, many thanks

The thought

Art by Daria Petrilli

All you need is Love

Three wishes - multiplied

The power of thought

Read more at: Magpie Tales

Pre-face

"Budding Tulip" by Kumiharu Shimizu

“This is the day to bite your tongue…”

Psychic tip of the day,

tarot.com

This is the day to bite your tongue…

in giving mood, attention to sound,

body perceives an extraneous stimuli,

ears – long enough to spot hypnotizing

tom-tom in the cartridge on the flowerbed;

head? – how big or not at all, while

everything needed for ravishing  life –

just water and strength – touching the roots

fertilizing talk.

For now, this is the day to bite your tongue…

the first page/ copying the manners of

twins around, mirroring colors (why not orange?),

the form, the legend: where/why came from,

a membrane to pull on for air ventilated truth

thru a canal from underground savvies bulbs

between the roots and stems  to propagate,

carry weight  to new territory

meta-morphing silent budding tulips…

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 2

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry #247

Strata

Art by Floriana Quaini

The fabric, transitional souls,

the laundry of thinned strata

so flimsy yet vulnerable

conscious offer

luminous reflection

to cope with density

hungry crafted

unable to relax, toxic

three-dimensional world,

firmly kneaded in

scold/scoff rightness

tense.

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

To day

hdwallpaperpc.com

cool morning air,

assimilating-

it feels to drink

the dew of April day,

alter the query

of wellbeing, based

on temp/o, waist

line melting

again

more walks along

the lakes,

aglow skies, in loops,

allow myself to hook

spontaneous mood

to stop when a look

meets a new quest…

Cracked fruit

mac.appsform.net

The power of the word is awesome

Expand horizons, said with passion

I heard birdsong in dream as anthem…

If dispute of the war been only phantom…

When we’re careful enough with word art…

Who knows... listen parable; when hopping

frogs were traveling, what happened:

two fell into the deep pit; although a group was sadden,

“You-good as dead”, - they said them.

One – stopped, gave up the battle,

another kept, heart pounding, the hopping.

When a frog made out, a group tried to fathom:

“Have you been listening to us?”

“I’m deaf, thanks for empowerment”, - was answer.

~ Magical Mystical Teacher~

Note: The form Monorhyme was suggested by Walter J. Wojtanik at Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 1

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Taste of time

by videa ~ deviantart.com

Breaking through

the bursting sprouts

potential

under the heels

we marching up hill

despite the telegrams

winter keeps sending on

cars hoarfrost

in the morn of

a full moon day

the focus shifts:

pay off the favorites,

first -  clarity…

as fog dissipates

at the bay –

the castle we built

has a new

inhabitants…

Graffiti drone

Graffiti drone ~ by KATSU

Left himself out

diving into dronticate

tale weaver artist

Read more at: Tale Weaver #7 Making Sense of Nonsense Mindlovemisery's Menagerie