Uncanny dread poem

Whirligig 22 ~ by Magical Mystical Teacher

Deadly smart pants

follow swart images,

hear – the prudence

hobbles subtly….

Smoothers our wanting;

in disguise palms off the cane,

as if hypnotized we’re limping,

chanting vowels song obediently:

A! C – U R!

And we echo:

I M!

Y?

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 22

Amber secret

Collage #5

“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment.

There is no why.” Kurt Vonnegut

Chirping bird

easy stopped its flight,

hangs in air by wee twig,

when the shiny worm

turned into emerged

rot…

Drug/compound mix,

foster deal speaks in

the tears/sap

of pine trees

fossilized…

by Brenda Warren

Read more at:  Sunday Whirl , Writing Prompt "Collage #5"

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Beckoning afar

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Beckoning afar

I heard a calling…

~

The world of Art & Words

Has recently estranged

I left in disarray…

Beckoning afar

The sirens lull the gullible

Open hearts...

I heard a calling…

They – wounded souls nearby

A Graduation...

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Attracted to the flame that burns…

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I invoke the fire in

my stillness,

sense of detachment, and deaf,

stiff monotonous lives

broke…

to release the stress,

battlefield’s agonized/moribund

bodies and souls…

now aroused,

querying: what were those wounds,

still alike vagabond in the veins/blood,

fed into cells,

programmed veracity…

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Only a tease...

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~ 1 ~

Venus & Jupiter

What the Three Wise Men saw

Star of Bethlehem.

~ 2 ~

Night serenade

Overwhelmed pond frogs

Demosthenes and I.

~ 3 ~

A fence –

Only a tease for vine

And stiff back.

~ 4 ~

The war after war –

Mists over the foreign highlands –

Indian summer.

~ 5 ~

The mouth wide open

To fulfill the desires

Shut by news.

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Fill the glass

Brooklyn Museum's Collection of vases ~ by Margaret

                         A vase-like perspective…

All our rendezvous…

A la furshet -

My eyes aim yours

or vice versa,

we

find many colors,

shapes to wrap in

our faces

as if there’re

more than one blue

printed pace,

and rituals

to fill the glass

up to the brim…

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Read more at: Artistic Interpretation with Margaret - "Vases"