Monday, November 23, 2015

"Infinity"


Seldom a practiced exercise
Infinite focus with the eyes
No simulacrum compromise
No chance to focus on the lies
The latitude is emphasized
The purview must be recognized
The view is  such as can't be matched
In depth and time, extent despatched
The soul can sense the great expanse
Unfettered by all circumstance
To change the focus in extent
From near to far, the dooms relent
To pass unto a wayward sea
Of life's dominions shrugging free

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© 2015 whickwithy


Sunday, November 22, 2015

"A study in beauty"


Exposure to beauty repetitively
May cause some to ponder, inquisitively
And, others affected so primitively
Will balk at the beauty, demonstratively
While there are still others, definitively
Embracing enhances them creatively
And, sure there are some that disruptively
Reject the whole premise insenstively
But, rare are the ones that, superlatively
Embellish acknowledgement receptively

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© 2015 whickwithy

Saturday, November 21, 2015

"Ripples in the wind"


The ripples in the wind we cannot see
And, yet, they fly across both land and sea
To tumble through the fabric of our lives
And from those ripples, all of life derives
A shift that's never witnessed in a breath
Seldom witnessed from a birth to death
How do we steer the craft to splendid cove
Through unseen ripples, witlessly we rove
Attention paid to clouds and lightning strikes
Willy-nilly, plundered by the likes
The thunder adds more ripples to the wind
All progress towards our goal, we now rescind
A sense we must develop for the ripples
To end our time as life's unwitting cripples

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© 2014 whickwithy

Thursday, November 12, 2015

"The whisper"


Laid out upon the table are the rations of the day
A bit of sweetness, on the side, a sense of agapé
The trenchant and mercurial are set for slow sauté
A taste of bitterness intrudes upon the consommé
The windows open wide to bring the warmth of dawning ray
The scent of blooming life expands within the entryway
Standing there enshrouded by the light behind the door
The senses say, 'tis  tale and wind of wand'ring troubadour
A mandolin in one hand and the other, meteor

Behind the minstrel, trees and score
Out in the world, a brief rapport
A boulevard leads to the shore
Reflecting all the pains we wore
The wind in whistles speaks encore
 The mandolin of evermore
The crashing waves of last uproar
The whisper says there's something more

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© 2015 whickwithy


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

"Bifrons"


One face has faced infinity and revels in the ride
All ruts encountered on the way are taken slow, in stride
Another face of withered stare is on the other side
A burning deep impatience with no thought of fear or pride
The cry of reason stifles as the aching heart does smother
The winds of fate are weathered by the iron of the other
To pass through time, a ghost, the merest wisps of life and sense
While darkly lit, a whisper's heard, the mists, at once, condense
The faces fold, appear as one, the burden set aside
The ache is gone, the heart is one, the tears have all been cried


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© 2014 whickwithy


NB - the actual definition of "Bifrons" is two-faced or two fronts.  It was not originally the name of a demon.  That is an adaptation.  The god Janus was originally named Bifrons for obvious reasons.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

"Prism dreams"

I wonder, once again, what's fated
Prism dreams are reinstated
Cascade waves, once more, in time
Windswept words, once more, in rhyme
Weathered will now bears the brunt
The piercing stare that now is blunt
Turns inward to the farthest dreams
Naught of doom, though so it seems

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© 2015 whickwithy

Thursday, November 5, 2015

"Broken rhythms"


Broken rhythms haunting me along my weary way
I tumble down a fractious frown, a lean and relic stray
Piano sitting idle and the bones of life denied
The measures written rhythmic are so broken in their stride
Distractions pile upon the heap, a feast of this and that
Poetic license brings a beat, the rhythm in a hat
The doom of life reminding me the ticking is for naught
Digging deep, within the heap, a rare inlay is sought
Surrounded by the rhythms, the smile begins to crest
The beat of life, once more, takes hold at harbinger's behest

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© 2015 whickwithy

Monday, November 2, 2015

"Symphonize"


To track a cause unto its source, it must be run aground
To bring the thought unto the light, release the questing hound
The scent is caught, the trail is run, at last the source is found
Transcendent to the random thoughts, these thoughts, in essence, sound
In symphony with song of life, all notes and thoughts resound
Each step is gained, each measure writ, the instruments astound
No knowledge of the tune is known, the ways it quests abound
As notes all trip across the stage, the transients confound
Each step precedes the swing and dip, the dance of life is crowned 
The stage is set, the flourishing of thoughts remain profound

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© 2015 whickwithy