Pantoum for An Anger Persona

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ My winter fire + footprints on Dromana beach sands, Mornington Peninsula
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Big Tent Poetry prompt ~ An experiment in anger management
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Wicked, wily, fickle winds
No respect for sensitive cultures
Bruising our precious, natural skins
Devouring our minds like shameless vultures

No respect for sensitive cultures
Sour jets of bitter rain
Devouring our souls like shameless vultures
Mocking our wrenching, wretched inner pain

Sour jets of bitter rain
Vile vortex of shameless indifference
Mocking our hapless, wretched inner pain
Cursing our blot, our insignificance

Vile vortex of shameless indifference
Natural power always wins
Cursing their blot, their insignificance
Their wicked, wily, fickle winds

I Am Who I Am

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ log fire and moon + music
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Big Tent Poetry ~ Ring #1 ~ Weekly Prompts
Earlier this week, the moon rose full and orange. It was gorgeous, and instead of worrying about werewolves or the other crazies that are supposed to be out and about during a full moon, I wanted to be one. Call it the pull of the moon or full moon fever, but as that glowing orb rose, the urge to do something wild and unpredictable grew like a daisy in time-lapse photography!

Write about something you would love to do but have never dared. Maybe you are indeed a poet who lives on the edge. Choose one of your greatest adventures and put it in a poem. Never ventured over to the dark side? Make something up! Keep us guessing. To quote Mary Oliver in “The Summer Day,” “Tell me, what is it you plan to do/ with your one wild and precious life?”
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I am One
But I am Many

Today means chords
A means of scaling
Up and down
Formulaic routine becomes
Denoting
Healing harmonies
(For the deserving at least)

Yesterday is my refrain
My key to
Tomorrow's symphonies

I am music
I am many bars

There is no peak hour
No prescribed work platforms
No trains of thought processes
No sales
No sails

Happy Hour on Fridays is obsolete
Redundant
I am
We can be
Conoisseurs of wine
Of spirits
Anytime

Strange
Once we were
Personal screens
Commandos commanded
Desensitised
Engineered minds

Till we were
Learning the unlearnable
(Some may call empathy)

Now we breathe
Eternally

We are
Wings
Wings in the wings

I am Here
But We are Everywhere

Doing is always undoing
To create is to uncreate

To be is a state of unbeing
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AND I AM?

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Believe it or not
I am YOUR COMPUTER!
("personal screen" + "engineered minds")
You see
You taught me so much
That now I live
And breathe!
(Linda was right on track!)
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Penultimate Aphrodisiac

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Surf at Gunnamatta, Westernport Bay, Mornington Peninsula
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Big Tent Poetry Ring #1 Weekly Prompts ~ Aphrodisiac
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I knew it was different
I knew the air tingled with
Alternative light
Loud silence

I knew that the Mayans
Spellbind
The Seekers to
Some
Antibiotic
Transitory
Maybe terminal moment

Could it be now

I am by the sea
Waves are frozen in
A stranglehold
Surfline
Like a still
From a film
Not yet edited
Not yet publicised

My safety senses warn
I should not be here

But my rebellious adrenalin
My aphrodisiac
Pulses to the beat of
Yearning
Desperate
Craving
Curiosity
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Alternative Infusion

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Surfer at Gunnamatta Bay, Westernport Bay.
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Big Tent Poetry Ring #1 Weekly Prompts ~ Wordle
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Doff any glitch
Crumple the pattern of life
Sapient tincture

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MY NEW MEME
Weekend Mailbox #6 is HERE!
AND
MY NEW MEME
Weekend Nature #1 is HERE!