Demystifying

Wordle on ReadWritePoem post 30.03.09
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Burning corridors
Multitudinous mingling
Grave burning wild light
Grave light on porcelain bones
The taste of pursed possession
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My Light

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A little light by night
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Read Write prompt #34 ~ This little light of mine
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When the nights
Roll in
And sight
Seems dim
I have the power
To beam
My own light
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A little light by day
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By day
My lantern may be just
Swinging
Tinted
Glass
But a little breeze
In a little sun
Is the power
To glimpse
To hold
To dream in
My own light
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ My light for all seasons
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Learning Centres

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ VCE Centre ~ 3 The pic is taken from my upstairs staffroom, looking down on a classroom below.
Windows always fascinate me. They provide a great place for dreaming from the inside. Or a great place for curiosity from the outside.
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ReadWritePoem prompt ~ Imagination
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From this hybrid place of learning
It is good to see
Nature's learning centre
Performing seasonal wisdom ~
And imagining
That a couple of blue beams ~
On an outer wall of another classroom ~
Look remarkably like
A Cross
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Strange
A summer window
Would only be filled
With the green life
Of summer leaves
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There is something about exploring the imagination that gives a final sense of peace and happiness. Here are two somewhat dark journeys into the imagination, inspired by an experiment with my digital camera. One is called Grey Filters and the other is Moon shadow . Both are on AuraGem Songlines.

In the world of one magpie

Pics by Gemma Wiseman
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ReadWrite prompt ~ Exercise in Comparisons
Simply Snickers prompt ~ cordial + company
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Meet Norm the amazing magpie who regularly visits our home. If he's not getting attention, he politely knocks at the door. In the next stage, if that fails, he not so politely decides to shred the front door mat. And then! He calls! Very very loudly and non stop like a warbling "coo-eee" in the base of the throat! After his morning photo shoot, (see pics below), he decided to check out the competition. I was trying to photograph some musical figurines, but he just had to get in on the act! So there he is (see above)! Big Norm and the little music man!
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He struts like a professional model ~
His curiosity is always sharpened
With blatant nosiness ~
And his impeccable ego is like a stubborn
Petulant child
Who simply will never understand that
Wrong is wrong and
Manners are manners
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But when Norm
Edges closer
On the arms
Of a chair
That he claims
Is his
There is a strong sense
That he needs
To be wanted
To be loved
And there is a strong sense
That company
Could be
A two way street ~
In fact
It is hard to say
Whether Norm
Or we
Offer the cordial welcome
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But quickly
That small
Sensitive moment
Melts
When he checks
The call of
Wild
Freedom
And he flies
Into the skies of
Just another
Common
Magpie
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Gated Masks

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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ReadWrite Prompt #27 ~ Similes + Metaphors
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Like waiting at a gate
That cannot unlock ~
Like dreaming of yesterdays
As if they were real ~
Like being a soul
Warped
In a time frame
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A mask is a smile
Etched on a
Blind
Chilled
Heart
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I've never seen your child's face ~ Bloggers Unite

Pic from Open Learn
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I've never seen the raw eyes of war
Terror laden face of the young
Cradling a weapon of death
Tight in innocent hands
Humanity's shame
Lonely young heart
Beating cold
Frozen
Child
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Wonderland Wine

Pic from Claudia Rubinstein ~ Forest Glow
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Poefusion's prompt ~ Inspired by Emily Dickinson's Bring me the sunset in a cup
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Seat me in a hammock of sanctuary
Deep in some ancient garden ~
Let me dine on an entree of florals ~
Heady floral shades and tones
Fanned by waves of green
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Let me bask in a menu of bird and windsong
With a sidesalad of
Cool
Mystic
Atlantean heavens
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May a gelato orchard
Of exotic fruits
Be dessert~
Like sparkling sorbet jewels
On a rainbow flavoured bridge
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And may there be a wine
A precious deep wine
Well matured in the darkest recesses
Of my spirit
Waiting to be uncorked
To breathe awhile
In limpid ecstasy
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Pour a little of me into the wineglass
And let me enjoy
Being locked
Lonely
Drinking
In a wonderland
That is only mine
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Wild Streak

Pic on Deviant Art by killorcast ~ Light streak along Edsa Highway, Manila
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Two for Tuesdays prompt ~ lesson streak
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Like a wild lesson
Sliced with a glowing hot streak
Like rich, deep darkness
Knifed with a kaleidoscope
Of burning, living hell's coals
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Hollow midnight hours
Time to face inner demons
Time to contemplate
Time to wonder on secrets
Time to close Pandora's box
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Hollow

Pic from All Posters
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This poem is a cento using lines from T.S.Eliot's Selected Poems
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Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Among the smog and fog of a December afternoon ~
The burnt out ends of smoky days
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I journeyed to London, to the timekept City ~
An old man in a draughty house
His soul stretched tight across the skies
Impatient to assume the world
Under the penitential gates
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Unreal city
The pleasant whining of a mandolin
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In the twilight kingdom
The eyes are not here
And avoid speech
Of empty men
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Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
Teach us to sit still
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We are the hollow men
In death's dream kingdom
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This is the time of tension between dying and birth
Dust in sunlight and memory in corners
Shadow of its own shadows, spectre in its own gloom
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All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance
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More than a pillar of sand

Pic on Photobucket by kbware7 ~ ATT10~ Sandcastles

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If I surround myself with beauty

Perhaps I can appear beautiful again ~

See

There is a rose ~

Languid petals

Almost floating

Like an anemone ~

And there ~

And there ~

Perhaps a daisy or two ~

But I like the one

Not far from my draped hand ~

Do you see what looks like

A sweet

Tiny shell ?~

Somehow

I think of

Atlantis ~

That island you think is fantasy

But I know

Is real

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You see

Not far from this island

I was born ~

Born of the sea ~

In fact

You know who I am ~

I am that beauty

That lover

Who charmed men

(And gods) ~

My beauty was legendary ~

What you see now

Are just sands of my former self

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Born of the sea

To the sea I must return ~

This is my moment

Quietly

Waiting

For sandy waves

To be real

For the sea to take me home

Home to be foam ~

And once again

I can be

Glistening

Beautiful

Aphrodite

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The ANZAC fires still burn

Pic on Photobucket ~ Water by A0909

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Beneath the last evening fires

Rippling waters darken

Some weary travellers turn home

In the heartland of being

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Rippling waters darken

Secret loneliness deepens

In the heartland of being

War is a cold place

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Secret loneliness deepens

Plummeting unknowns

War is a cold place

Love is torn

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Plummeting unknowns

Eternal pain

Love is torn

Soldiers never win

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Silent tears

Beneath the last evening fires

Fragile shadows in the candlight

Some weary travellers turn home
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FOOTNOTE: This poem is a symbol of respect for the recent Australian ANZAC Day ~ 25th April. It also empathises with all those whose lives are re-shaped, maybe even shredded by war. We will not forget you! You are not alone! We are with you in spirit.

Stop! Drink the Moment!

Pic from Top Left Pixel ~ the beaches, by the Lake Ontario, east of downtown Toronto.
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3WW Prompt #LXXXIII ~ picture reflected stop
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Occasionally
A picture tells half stories ~
There are rare moments
Of deep reflected secrets
When there's more than meets the eye
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Summer's sands are iced ~
Surf is a flurry of snow ~
Slipping tired fencelines
Drift silently to somewheres
Locked into magic white earths
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But frosty landscapes
Arced, tangled in grizzled shapes
Are ribboned in light ~
The humble path is a stop
To walk in a rainbow sky
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Paradox ~ for Totally Optional Prompts

Pic from Deviant Art ~ BloodedDaylight ~ Late Spring
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coloured life on ice
spring dreaming
new star cross'd lovers
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What future? ~ for Sunday Scribblings and Poefusion

Pic from Deviant Art ~ firefox13 ~ Future of our Planet??
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This poem is in response to 2 prompts ~ The future of the Planet on Sunday Scribblings and a via negativa poem on Poefusion.
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Cities are not cold and lifeless
Smogging nature's lifeblood ~
They host the gathering of multifarious minds
Like a corroboree
Celebrating the glory of a killing
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Urban shapes are not real ~
Planning is merely the spark
Of accidental circumstance ~
Shapes grow in chaotic profusion ~
Mini dreams
Of real estate moghuls
Elasticising
Molder and mayhem ~
The height of surreal
Optimism and decadence
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Urban shapes are not unreal
They are gods of reality
Projecting
Pretence and pretext
As pseudo reality
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For some
An aerial view
Of our cities is
Ugly ~
Is that a sign of an
Ugly future?
Or is there a beauty in
Urbanity
Not tabled in
Mausoleums
Yet
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Cities are not a symbol of death ~
Urban shapes are not real
But they are not unreal either
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Progress is not sadness ~
Virtual worlds are not real
But they are not unreal either
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The planet
The future
Hangs
In perfect

Paradoxical
Oxy-
Moronic
Misruled
Balance
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Outrageous or Outraged? ~ for Writer's Island

Pic on Deviant Art by Bazerrk ~ Truly Outrageous
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Your long haired mane of fluffy lavendar
Reminds me of a pampered poodle
Defiantly refusing
Curling tongs
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And that red drop on the ear
Could be blood
Congealed
Around
A humble pearl
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But that silver fringe
Really is a statement
Beyond statements ~
Could it be some
Curtain accessory
Or perhaps
Some colonel's tassel
Unravelled?
(I won't ask how!)
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Then those
Ribboned prints
Pointed
So pointedly
On deepest
Black
Velvet ~
I am sure
Allusions
Need no
Explanation ~
It is all quite blatant
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But then
You know
My lemon comments
Are only a sign
Of pure
Jealousy
Iced in triumph
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For I know
Your outrageous beauty
Masks
The outrage
Burning
Feverishly
Behind
Those eyes
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You see
The beauty of
An aura
Never
Lies
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Lumen ~ for Friday 5

Pic from greenhead ~ lumen tree votive
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Prompt ~ Poefusion's Friday 5 ~ splinter distractions molder votive punctuate
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Even when time seems to molder
And happiness is a mere splinter
Of sepia lifetimes
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When distractions are just a passing fancy ~
Stray music
On the wind
Chancing to punctuate
Yellowing keys
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The lumen of a simple votive
Casts
Glittering
Plaintive light
Over tiers
Of shadows
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