POETRY PHILOSOPHY 5 MORE

FRISKY Facebook fantastics

In Earth I’d like to be…
rooted in the tree fungi
tenacious fraternity,
conserving energy,
exchanging mutuality,
silent humanity

I feel…
I can…
write…
this kind…
of poetry…
forever;
to ticking of clock, no writer’s block,
but only human time rhyme

social media and satire nuance go together like…
saliva mucus and sweet nothings!

Pineal gland: where whole world of humanity aims:
partying up/down; flying flat/round.
Really all in head; pea-size part of brain!

If my USP is an underdog martyr >,
would commercial success be a marketing disaster <,
or could I combine the 2 ><.
Do some do!?

Is a higher being playing with mind:
if so, is it a kindly master, or a dedicated hunter;
Mothman flying free or hooked underwater

The first two above were written after posting on here, and the bottom four this morning on Facebook fitted for a colourful background (and the current zeitgeist of shorter attention spans and hence media products), during this golden hour of my mind (as twilight times are for photography) – after waking and coffee -rather than a set time; but this time is also known as one of the most common.

sky brain skain* somewhat Quantrain

Our 1 brain’s always different
1 day to another
like our sun 1 planet and its weather

There’s sooooooo much happening in sky,
I can’t remember why,
we’re all wound up going round – round
down on ground!

1 2 1 w’ sun
clouds curtain call
could be stellar nursery
move so serenely, I SAY ‘I C, I C’

*skain: combining sky-brain I thought the compound sounded familiar, and skane has relevance for the poems, being an endonym for the southern part of Scandinavia and over to Britain in Scotland.

Finding endonym is also relevant to the above poems, as its meaning is a localised term, as my brain/mind is only my / my only locality.

If you like the above poems and explanations; reminiscent of the greenYgrey’s rambles glory days; then there’s loads more in my books on Amazon.

Reflections 31-35 from Folding Mirror Poetry Book

Over thirty-five reflections from 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections are on the Writing and Poetry blog now, so following on from reflections 1-5, reflections 6-10, reflections 11-15, reflections 16-20, reflections 21-25, and reflections 26-30 here’s reflections 31-35.

Reflection 31 mirrored As each second of the present passes:

Living the life extraordinary
is of course not as easy
as surviving the life ordinary
in mind as in body
to accomplish
tremendous feats
you must overcome
temptation to weaken
tire or tweet.
You must raise your game
in body, mind and spirit
and tame those thoughts
which would lead you astray
and one day you will make
it to a brighter day.

Reflection 32 mirrored Blue Skies, Delta Blues:

The poem was inspired by research finding that the human desire for love and drugs are both linked to the striatum part of the brain.
Like many Folding Mirrors, it combines the personal, social and wordplay. The words in the first half of the middle line; try, stray and from; derive from the main word of the second half of the line and poem: striatum.
It was thought that the poem was more psychological than social or literary, so it was included in this chapter.

Reflection 33 mirrored Hope for Humanity or Full Speed to Calamity?

Bipolar highs take you out of your shell, but increase your chances of getting shot at.

Reflection 34 mirrored Inside Out:

People and societies vary in levels of individuality. Some people pride themselves on being independent, while others want to be in the middle of everything social. Whatever the levels of individuality, if people have been born into any kind of society, they are likely to have been shaped by it to a certain extent, and will be expected to abide by the rules of that society. People might rebel, or consider themselves more independent than others, but usually they do it within the boundaries of acceptable behaviour, and follow previous examples from within that society.

Reflection 35 mirrored Railway Line Division Vision:

Ballad of a Young and Old Hobo

The young hobo
all full of myths and dreams
setting out on the highway
with nowhere to go
Where would the road lead him
what route would he follow
to a destiny of riches
or realisation of world hollow
The end of the long road
led to attempts at rooting
but the horizon always called
with new places for scooting
So the road has not ended
nor ever shall it likely
it was just suspended
reality upended
As ambitions tended
bended by society
a life in jeopardy
with no escape ahead of me
The old hobo moving along
myths and dreams no longer the fuel
new places on the old trail
sights and movement keep travelling cool.