Mirror Mirror
(picture from internet- picasso’s Girl In The Mirror)
I simply love this masterpiece!!!
Walking with soul in my palms
Promising to keep it from harm
I’ve bitten off more than I can chew
Stepping gingerly I affirm do not rue
Weeding out those habits that are questionable
But elevating in pseudo society impressionable
At end of day it is my gaze that I have to face
Will I be able to see self in mirror sans faze
It is easy to tread the path well trodden delineated
To find hidden beauty need to take path uncharted
Easy going remain in known confines like well frog
Adventurers find breathtaking views, faces all agog
To err is easy and makes for a comfortable life
Turning blind eye to rising qualms is the only fife
Sleeping deep, blemishes replete, are thick skinned
Heeding to rising murmurs is not for faint hearted
Walking with the soul in my palms
Promising to keep it from any harm
I’ve bitten off more than I can chew
Stepping gingerly I affirm do not rue
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A Matter of Conscience: to Face the Music or Turn Your Back!!!
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Originally Published: May 28, 2009
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Between The Sheets – Unglossed
Between the opposing sheets hard
Lies a whole mess of wordy shards
Some pungent, some repugnant
Some cloying, some buoying
Some boisterous, some vociferous
Some malicious, Some sagacious
Some pernicious, some capricious
Some reminisces, some winces
Some piercing, some ferocious
Some precocious, some innocent
Some gentle like mom’s mantle
Some hard like teacher’s stern ogle
Relations that boggle
Some curdle
Some inane
Some insane
Some shallow n vain
Some we dare disdain
Some we have to tolerate
Some help n hurt
Some confide n subvert
Some change over time
Some shifty sands
Some slippery eels
Some greasy wheels
Some weasels
We pick a few here n there
Mix match n ignore
Some reject or get rejected
Some deject some are cruel
Some we still care about n knowingly
Are glutton for their punishment
Masochistic- yet realistic
We are all slaves to our needs
Weaknesses, goals, aspirations
And striving respirators until
Expiration. release from
Self invited bondage
All residing between
Sheets
Silken
Tensile
Tough
Blood ties or not…
between the sheets
of life
in book of
lifespan
of self
Life thus endures, as we endeavor to endure it with grace…
and my voyage of self discovery is still on…
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Originally Published: May 23, 2009
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Life As Is
LIFE AS IS
unvarnished..
divinity trinity
creator preserver destroyer
child adult aged
happy worried forgetful
child
happy mischievous pure
adult
striving
responsible
go getter
adulterated
perforated
guilty
blemished
losing conscience consciously
vices ridden
beast of burden
wearing masks
trodden upon
straddling others to elevate self
wearing varying masks
changing person to person
chameleon
or not
honest
pathetic(in other eyes?)
fool
simpleton
peaceful
thick skinned
at peace
immovable
aged
life flashes by
has been
should’ve been
could’ve been
bundle of regrets
as sowed in life so reaped
hoist on own petard
mistakes come home to roost
some content resting on laurels
honestly derived comfort zones
incoherently praying for release
from to be to not to be
decease
cease
with ease
kaput
finite
end
and life cycle is complete
feelings and emotions
myriad of colors n hues
blues and pretty pinks
smiles clever guileless
angry fearful fearsome
sad woeful woe begotten
one face God made
many faces man made
to emote emotion play
life is a stage
we come
perform
gone
to come again
New Players
Same stage(EARTH)
roll the dice!!
Originally Published: May 23, 2009
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Last Night
Last Night (with my Angel)
Last night two sets of grandparents met for a bite
With lots of gaeity n equal timeshares with the mite
catching up with family news n this that n whatnot
soon amidst dine n wines time’s passage was forgot
Today with mixed feeling we are homeward bound
With brunch stop at lil ones cousins n grand uncle aunt
Time has way of slipping by fast through the fingers
Bliss enjoyed by her advent in life will always linger
Life in every picture phase slice frame and setting
Is a never ending cycle of meetings and partings
We seesaw between moments of happiness n sadness
In equal measure, appreciating life’s evenhandedness
Only time will tell when we will meet her again
As life has taught nothing can be taken for granted
My heartfelt wishes n blessings shall carry her forward
May she grow strength to strength in all ways upward
..by a doting granny
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Originally Published: May 23, 2009
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Granny's Discomfort And Joy
Granny’s Discomfort And Joy
On one hand capturing moments of bliss
I partook a dose of floating pollen whiffs
It entered my airways in constriction swift
Merciless in precision of army knife Swiss
Comatose and knocked out by nature’s attack
I combatted by ingesting an antihistamine pack
Amidst sniffles and misery I celebrated my trip
Lest moments of joy be shortlived giving me a slip
Such is life it gives in full measure n takes away too
Downing a giddy head full of euphoria a peg or two
Irrepressible I valiantly fought and tried to overcome
As nothing can part me from angel resting on bosom
A baby is a bridge binding generations misunderstood
As sons n daughters selves realize trials of parenthood
Sleepless nights interpersed with wails and feedings
Are all harbingers as well of good and joyous tidings
Allergies notwithstanding I espied a Bluejay n Oriole too
A Cardinal hopped on the backyard deck with a howdy doo
My discomfort is giving me sleepless nights creating misery
Yet I am very happy to have met my first grandchild finally
On one hand capturing moments of bliss
I partook a dose of floating pollen whiffs
It entered my airways in constriction swift
Merciless in precision of army knife Swiss
Comatose and knocked out by nature’s attack
I combatted by ingesting an antihistamine pack
Amidst sniffles and misery I celebrated my trip
Lest moments of joy be shortlived giving me a slip
My trip soon shall come to an end today
Big chunk of my heart will at her tiny feet lay
An automaton shall return with a partial heart
Knowing tomorrows will be sweeter n less tart
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Originally Published: May 22, 2009
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