Here’s five small poems I posted on Facebook. The first two followed on from last week’s Mazzy Star musing; the third was mused by Annicke Shireen’s Release You song/video, and the last two today were just because I was posting this, and had just had a nap; so thought I may be able to dive down into my mind and stay down long enough to fill up a Facebook word limit for a colourful background!
Last week
Sinking so deep into sky, birds imagine I fly by, showing me thermals, where a mind can rise, tipping a wing, future will bring…
Wake up to wind down, slumberous sea, floating flotsam, jetstreaming jetsam, diving deep as can be, seeking poetic pearls of wisdom..
All that die↓, Earth body returned; All that fly↑, Sky spirit freed; All that why?, Mind used as should be.
Today
Only dare dive deep, with head full of sleep, coral’s bleaching, still reaching, for those that fit; or have wit; reversing it ←
Traverse to surface, sunshine reimburses serotonin, half-baked drying thoughts on rocks; seagulls steal shiniest, leaving least!
“We would then have to reimagine the mind as some sort of complex electromagnetic algorithm normally coupled to the brain but also capable of detaching from this base.” Light at the End of the Tunnel Near Death Experiences MSN article. With the gYgPOP world(s) in mind; or mind in them! And sun and Nicola Tesla’s quote; ‘If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.’
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Those who feel hard done by
often seem to want to get even
not necessarily with whoever
caused their upset
but with anybody
who’ll balance the books
return their equilibrium
as they see it
for the unloved to feel love
for the bullied to feel powerful
for the unlucky to feel lucky
for the poor to feel rich
for the insane to feel sane.
The mirror image of personality and humanity has been a regular theme in Folding Mirror poetry. Vincent Furnier‘s Alice Cooper alter-ego allows him to investigate and release his internal demons; demons that once sent him into alcoholism and a sanatorium.
Societies that have the freedom to analyse and criticise themselves, with a free press and human rights, should be healthier in the same way as Furnier is now, while societies that do not have the same reflection and release will probably grow more demonic.
Did I reach middle-age missing out a couple of lines? How many more lines will I go through and reach? Is middle-age the purgatory of your life: looking back at your life without knowing the future? Or if you have one!
I am life, until I am death. It might seem that middle-age is half way between the two, but you are much longer dead than alive. In one body anyway. So in middle-age you are still life. Moreover, your life might live on through your descendants, or you could be reincarnated, or just your life remembered in memories, history and the arts.
Poetry Reflection
Reflection in Windows Glass (Photo credit: Rosa Dik 009 — On & Off)
Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent in the greenYgrey world inspired by legendary Romantic poetWilliam Wordsworth.
I hope you don’t mind the slightly maudling introduction, but I’m just trying to connect Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem with the next reflection from his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflectionsbook.
I fear I may have indulged in a little introspective philosophising myself.
Reflection 16 mirrored Middle-Age Memories, a poem posted on fmpoetry.wordpress.comin May 2012. It was:
Our age is one of great importance,
for it is the only one we’ll know.
New Mirror Poem
That reflection does have some connection to Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem, freshly imported into the greenYgrey world today.
After the top half of the poem focuses on natural inspirations in the outer world, the bottom half focuses on how our mind interprets those prompts. Here it is:
English: Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Entrancing Haze, Thoughtful Phase
moon never told a story
ocean didn’t create a rhyme
but waves can sound sublime.
sun wouldn’t sing a song
air can’t write musical lyrics
but wind can breeze idyllic.
natural noise, interpretative imagination
hearing sounds sparks creative cell
nervous system neurons spark new
ingenious ideas begin to brew .
however our brains have evolved
knowledge from more silent times
cultural memes travelling laid lines.
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem was inspired by a hazy half-moon night, inspiring the thoughts of this poem. He thought how much more he would have thought if he’d spent more time under it, like the ancients did before writing down things; or even people of the last century before the age of television. Some people do still live like that of course, all over the world.
Entrancing Haze, Thoughtful Phase
moon never told a story
ocean didn’t create a rhyme
but waves can sound sublime.
sun wouldn’t sing a song
air can’t write musical lyrics
but wind can breeze idyllic.
natural noise, interpretative imagination
hearing sounds sparks creative cell
nervous system neurons spark new
ingenious ideas begin to brew .
however our brains have evolved
knowledge from more silent times
cultural memes travelling laid lines.
Is happiness a neglect of duty? It seems that avoiding bad news is the best way to be happy if you’re single, unattached and comfortable financially. Travel can give you that freedom to be happy, as you’re away from the usual concerns you have at home.
Mirror Poem Reflection
English: Rydal Mount, Gardens landscaped by William Wordsworth. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the greenYgrey inspired by legendary Romantic poetWilliam Wordsworth and wolves.
At home you feel like you can and should try and make a difference, even if the political system ultimately seems to do what it wants anyway.
However, when travelling or on holiday you can have other problems, such as feeling isolated or hassled.
26_sleeping soldiers. Very little was spoken between us (Photo credit: Jim Surkamp)
Even if you escape humanity you can be left wondering why the world is the way it is, and if there’s any point to existence.
Of course there are good times too; and times when the world seems all wonderful and perfect.
I think that’s what Marc Latham was trying to say in his Mine Bipolar Mindpoem available from the above link on fmpoetry.wordpress.com and included in his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book along with Reflection 13, which premieres online below:
Reflection 13
You cannot escape –
thinking you’re free
one side of the mind
on the same body.
Simon Wolfell’s sacking from the Greenygrey after his human parallel Simon Cowell did the dirty on cool Carmen Elektra and his friend, the husband of Laura Silverman, who then had Sico’s child, probably led to the failure of the American Factor. But now Sico’s back in the U.K., and he’s got Cheryl Tweedy back in tow, after apparently sacking her in the U.S.A.
Psycho Sico X Factor Poem
English: Map showing the location of the Chukchi Sea. Modified map based on map :commons:Image:Chukchi Sea map.png created by NormanEinstein, May 31, 2006. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by legendary Romantic poet William Wolfsworth.
Another amazing coincidence in the virtual world we live in, is that Cheryl Tweedy used to be called Cheryl Cole (C2), and the Greenygrey this week flew out to the Chukchi Sea (C2 or 3, unsure about counting Sea!).
The poem was also influenced by three days of smoggy pollution in the U.K. that registered 10 out of 10: referencing a quote from Apocalypse Now, which was about napalm rather than pollution.
We didn’t expect anything like that so soon when we warned about Boris Johnson and George Osborne‘s visions for Britain’s future! Here’s the untitled ranty ramble poem that unfortunately isn’t very romantic!:
Feeling alienated
unable to fit in
try psychopathy
it worked for me.
Greed is good
animals are just food
love the smell
of pollution in the morning.
Nature doesn’t matter
Simon’s back on X Factor
a great role model
for society’s Sico babble!
Good luck to all the X Factor contestants, and everybody involved apart from Cowell!
Sorry about the long poetic introduction, but I was inspired by Marc Latham’s See Below Sea poem and its reflection, which it was paired with in his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book.
I just noticed the book has come down to a new super low price of £2.83 in the U.K. on Amazon; which is about a penny for each of his thoughts; and lots of other currency equivalents I’m sure.
The above See Below Sea link is for fmpoetry.wordpress.com, and an original version of the poem was also published on EveryDayPoets.
Grotto in an iceberg, photographed during the British Antarctic Expedition of 1911-1913, 5 Jan 1911 (Photo credit: National Library NZ on The Commons)
I know you’ve all got busy Saturday things to do, and I include relaxing in that, and think I am in danger of overstaying my welcome, so here’s Reflection 6 of 121:
Although inspired by nature, the iceberg of this poem is a metaphor for the human psyche.
As it is only an iceberg’s tip visible above the surface, most people only have a little of their personality, experiences and thoughts on show in society at any one time.
The body, mind and spirit of the Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Mapsreacted quickly to the disappointment of the Grand Dame in the last episode, and in today’s third from last chapter in the book, they receive confirmation that they do not need any additional help: they already have the qualities they feel they lack.
Body, Mind and Spirit
Raining Again (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
At the end of the Wizard of Oz, thescatty Scarecrow receives a diploma after searching for a brain, the cowardly Lion gets a medal for courage and the Tin Man has a pocket watch after looking for a heart.
In this episode of the Werewolf of Oz Elle, Angry and Cathy are told by the Good Witch of the story, Mildly Monotheistic Moby, that they have restored all the body, mind and spirit they’ll need.
The Greenygrey world had been taken over by the Grand Council at the start of the book, but had been liberated by the end, and this is referred to at the end of this chapter/episode. The ending of this episode also throws a cat among the pigeons; or hat among the Werewolf of Ozzers in this case.
Chapter 140. Moby tells it as it is, Which is…
We were about to leave, when a porcelain pod came around the corner, and MiMo Moby emerged from it. We were ecstatic, and greeted him with gusto; he seemed equally pleased to see us.
Beautiful (Moby song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I told him the Dame had been a disappointment, so Angry, Cathy and Elle were uncertain of their future in Oz, and I didn’t know if I could return to the Greenygrey world.
Moby Pep Talk
MiMo looked at us all, and then back at Elle, before saying, ‘Why, Elle had body issues when she joined you; she had lost all her strength. But she has been using her body with great dexterity throughout the Ozyssey, and now has her confidence back.’
I had to agree. Elle leapt into the air with joy.
Travel iron (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
‘And Angry was letting the Neighbours’ opinions of his mind get to him; making him feel inadequate. But he has been using fantastic judgement all through the epic adventure, and working well within your travel team.’
Once more, I had to agree. Angry sang a celebratory tune he spontaneously created.
‘And Cathy was in low spirits when you met; but freedom, movement, natural space, friendship, being valued and success have helped lift her spirits since joining your epic adventure; and also raised yours at crucial times in this rousing ramble.’
porcelain heart (Photo credit: opethpainter)
Yet again, I had to agree. Cathy saluted the sun.
‘And you, Grey, you have reached your destination, and helped bring the hats of hope home to Emerald. Deep down you know you have the power to return to Green whenever you want. The Greenygrey world is free again; as free as Emerald.’
I thanked MiMo Moby for everything, and we all said hearty farewells before he disappeared around the corner in his porcelain pod. Not long after, Brian arrived from the same direction.
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