Change is what will never change.
There’s some new change tomorrow.
Let street and alley rearrange
As joy takes turns with sorrow.
There is no randomness to see.
There’s nothing that was forced to be.
The choosers chose and choice arose.
The dancer ever on fresh toes
Spins on with Love eternally.
Photo: “Courthouse Viewed from an Alley” by the author linked to Tuesday Photo Challenge — Alley.
Increase your speed away from here,
Your time to me would disappear.
Your beauty stays a mystery
While I grow old so rapidly.
Although you’ve left me we still find
Our memories do not unwind.
Eventually it seems we die.
We won’t need space or time to fly.
Mass unwound takes us back there
Where love moves here and everywhere.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by
Linked to imaginary garden with real toads hosted by Björn Rudberg with the theme of space-time.
Linked to NatPoWriMo2017 Day Six.
Photo by the author.
It’s maddening to hear someone
So wrong who thinks he’s right,
Who says the market’s going down,
Who gives my bullish hopes a frown,
Who paints bright day as night.
It’s true: I do not have a clue.
There might be danger there.
The herd I follow faithfully
Has got its mind made up for me.
Why fight it? I don’t care.
And when we can’t avoid the cliff
Stampeding to the fall,
I will rethink what he had said
At least before I’ve landed dead:
He’s wrong still after all.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar.
Photo: “Wings Go Up and Down” by the author.
I am hosting today and for some odd reason picked the theme of “irony”. Hopefully you will find what I wrote above understandable enough and yet ambiguous enough to be at least remotely ironical. Stop by and link up some of your own ironical poetry.
Hypnotize me as you will.
My mind is out of reach
Like water leaves a lake until
It runs upon some beach.
It wants that sand on solid land.
It’s carried back from shore
To circle and not understand
Why it does not need more.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #8 hosted by Bekkie Sanchez.
The animated GIF of shapes and colors is by Bekkie Sanchez. See other animation mandalas and kaleidoscopes by her on Google+.
My monsters have me cornered.
There’s nothing I can do,
But they’re so jumbly juicy
My teeth would gnaw them, too.
I’d like one buttered up to bite
While thinking thoughts real deep
So people think the stuff I write
Need not put them to sleep.
Oh, sure, I do get sleepy,
But they are getting near.
Monsters, monsters everywhere!
I’m cornered. They are here.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
For a future collection of nonsense called “Monsters, Monsters Everywhere and Not a Bite to Eat”.
Photo: “Fenced In or Out” by the author.
I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.
With hope removed, sent off to sea,
The body stumbles far behind,
Soon mindless without misery,
A plaything for some nymph to find.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul Dear with the theme “The River”.
Like colored Easter eggs placed in their nest
These houses built about the hills
Are perfect paintings of an inner best
We cannot see except for these bright frills.
We trust that thrills felt deeper do exist
And there’s no reason not to think they do.
Beneath the painted lips are hearts. When kissed
They warm projecting peace through winters, too.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #7 hosted by Bekkie Sanchez featuring a photograph by Gary Lo.