Isn't it ironic?
You sat on my right side when we first met
And you exited my life making a left turn down my street
It was my right hand that comforted you in the beginning
And it was my left hand that tore off something that was supposed to be permanent in the end
How the directions changed as we danced together
Entering on the right leaving on my left
Poetic almost
How my right hand wrote stanzas about you
While my left hand is cursed to remember the words I never got to write
How it wiped away your tears
How both hands would wrap around your waist holding you close
Now we're on opposite sides of the compass
Never to be close to each other again
While I set off in my own direction
My hands itch to write your name once again
But I resist
For that left turn signal is still etched into my mind
Just as all our memories are
But that is all they are
Memories of the past
All I can do now is move onto my own path
And live with the empty space of where someone used to be.
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Twisted words
Far from the truth
Spreading like wildfire
Quiet, non replying
Enemy in disguise
Truth shall stand
All other words revised
Judged in the Promise Land.
You can go anywhere as someone else,
the masks and jesters play
invisible to sound and touch
the Lords and Creatures pray
To rent the future—sell the past,
the landlord still unnamed
invulnerable to what they sell
the real prize still unclaimed
To cry out once your voice reversed
lone echo at your back
the Landed Gentry comes and goes
—the crossroads blackest cat
(The New Room: April, 2022)
In peace she consumes curds and whey
Miss Muffet on tuffet will stay
The spider retreats
While she giggles and eats
Now armed with a can of bug spray
Author's note: Apologies to mother goose. I never liked the original. I thought it was a destroyer of childhood innocence.
Why can't we enjoy what we do without being bothered? I don't dislike spiders, and I hope the original author of the nursery rhyme was just trying to point out how silly distractions occur when we are afraid.
On the other hand, an allegorical view makes the spider out to be something sinister--like a member of the Trump family, one of the members of Congress purveying the big lie, or Russian propaganda trying to divide us. They can all be dealt with if we just come to our senses.
I kissed your cheek in front of them all, and in doing so, I think I damned the both of us.
You, to be left crucified and bleeding and paying for my sins.
Me, to be left wandering and wanting and never to see your face again.
So, I watch Rome fall. We both watch Rome fall, televised through the stained glass windows of this neglected place of worship. I can only see the red, the blood.
"You are something awful, something so horrendous that I cannot even say..."
Break my ribs and dive your hands into my chest, feel the beating of my heart. Oh, how it both beats for you and show that life isn't always warm.
"...cannot even say that I love you."
2001 space odysseys
50th anniversary...
an anormal film
no hollywood fights
love triangles or monsters...
no thing as absurd
possible fiction
a reversed reality...
was worth a tear
all the worlds a stage
and we are but some actors...
reality silt
This is a palandromic poem. That is, it reads exactly the same backwards (letter by letter including the title) ignoring spaces and punctuation.
Resumes Reversed
I sat in unity—tied am I!
Evil I saw is alive, here reviled.
As a witness, eyes/irises sold I maybe keep. Oh drat!
Sad was I, how alone! I doth self-repel well.
Are vomit or foe damned?
An idle hero, my name vilified, I ceded a misdeed. Names!
I was as selfless as evil was.
I never reign; I sin. My hate, open as a gate.
Many merit a snide suffusion. Amoral I!
As not to cast filth gilded light,I—a frail, maimed, aidless, every pariah—lived as a devil.
Hair a pyre vessel diadem. I am Liar!
Faith gilded light lifts a cotton sail aroma.
No, I suffused in satire my nametag, "A Sane Poet".
A hymn I sing. I err.
Even I saw lives as selfless as a wise man.
Deeds I made decide if I live.
Many more held in a den made of rot.
I'm overall, ew, leper flesh to die.
No law, oh, I saw dastard hope eke by.
Amid losses I rise.
Yes! Sent, I was a deliverer, eh.
Evil as I was I live.
I'm a deity tin unit, a sides reverse muser.
Written 8.8.16
Where intellect ends,
the spirit begins
Capstone reversing
—direction within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)
There is many a desire I would not reverse.
Making love, and discovering nature first on that list.
There is only one that I’m thankful I did!
Three times I failed, elusive that mark, again missed!
The fourth time of trying finally got rid!
Expense, but mainly coughing and the terrible risk.
The evil, still out there, most times its hid,
But now, the only butt that my lips will have kissed
Is the wifes, which she keeps under a lid!
*~*Moonbeams*~*
( Nonet / Reversed Mirrored Nonet )
Moonbeams are just wonderful and bright
As they spread their beautiful light
When moon appears in blue sky
In some warm summer nights
Just magical like
Sparkle that ray
Crystal-like
Shafts of
Light
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Light
Shafts of
Crystal-like
Sparkles that ray
Just magical like
In some warm summer nights
When moon appears in blue sky
As they spread their beautiful light
Moonbeams are just wonderful and bright.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka lady2000
copyright@2010
March.23.2016
On a day like today
the harsh Spring wind blows through my hair,
as the tree branches sway
birds in the distance chirp loudly.
I look for a retreat
to get away from the cold wind,
with my face, the rain meets
the birds love this kind of weather.
I didn't have a hat
wind blows, cold rain drips down my neck,
run to house like a cat
the April rain, brings the flowers.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.23/2015
Hindsight is 2020
Foresight is 2016
Michael Tor 9/13/2015
Well and yes I was taken with you from the start
Just like a million and one butterflies in my heart
I thought you hung the moon and the stars
I guess we went just a little too far a little too fast
Now I'm just stuck in the past
How I wish I could put it in backwards and be
Reversed to a time when I was yours and you
Were mine
How I wish I could take it straight back and go
Reversed to when we were lovers and friends
Even if I knew then what I know now I'd still
Do it all over again!
I guess I'm a fool to want to have anything
Else to do with you after the hell you put me
Through but it wasn't always like that and those
Are the memories that plaques my dreams
And that's why I still love you even though
We came to the end of our road way too soon
It seems but if I could I would...
Put it in backwards and be
Reversed to a time when I was yours and you
Were mine
How I wish I could take it straight back and go
Reversed to when we were lovers and friends
Even if I knew then what I know now I'd still
Do it all over again!
The bad karma page you planned and created so well
Maybe is the best as far as you can tell,
The vengeance you felt against me and the ex
Made this page worth nothing in value but, it sure is a hex,
You are proud of your time put in to this page
Remember time heals with age,
The way you reacted towards my Karma Poem
Being a devil as you are you thought Damn I have to show them,
I want the world to see and hear about their past
Hiding will not change things because it will not last,
The bad karma is just waiting in the mist
Because before long Ill have a web site that some won't want to exist.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
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