If I think Facebook is like nutrition for my writing: am I just am-bit(ion)ing without activating; retr-eating not exercising..?
We only know what we experience, society tells us and science has investigated; which often contradict each other, and are tiny
Humanity: 1 animal accessory of/to toxicity on my trek 2 meditative transcendence; along with all else 3 in the universe; free 4U!
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.
This is not a fracking poem! It’s brainy poetry!! Autobiography neurology!!!
Fracking My Brain Up, Down To Coffee Cup
mine mine, it’s all mine
exploring all day, digging for sign
word connections, startling revelations
sparking neurons, storing learns
deep seams all dried out
written what it’s all about
now I’m just chipping away
just to keep thinking day by day
pump coffee mixing in, flood blood stimulating adrenaline
hoping hormone rushes to stem of brain
where hippocampus and amygdala contain
short and long term memories
together with all humanity’s
universal mind, original creation
mother earth, genetic lactation
will these words, contribute to legacy
something like Shakespeare, to be
I’ve enrolled my second and latest poetry collection, 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections, along with Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travels By Google Maps, in the Smashwords read an ebook week for free sale, starting Sunday March 3rd.
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 and reflections 21-25 here’s reflections 26-30.
Reflection 26 mirrored Dying to Live, Living to Die:
Life is Like…
Life is like a journey on a neverending road,
you know you’ll never find out
the destination at the end,
but just try and learn along the way.
Life is like flying over a real rainbow,
you know you’ll never find
golden immortality at the bottom,
but just try and enjoy the journey.
Life is like a big night out,
you know that you’ll peak and tire
and not continue forever
but just try and make the most of it.
Reflection 27 mirrored Life Has More Meaning than Death:
Depression
is a state of mind
if you accept its normality
and accurate view
of the negative side
to the world cycle
that enters your life
then it’s not time
wasted.
Reflection 28 mirrored Y Green and Grey Go Together:
Reflection 28 (part 1)
‘by seeing Venus during the day while trekking in the Yorkshire Dales Three Peaks, alerted by the Sky at Night television programme; my first conscious sighting of a middle-of-the-day planet or star at the age of 46. It was on the same March 2012 trip that I took the 242 Mirror Poems cover photo.’
Reflection 28 (part 2)
The second half of the Reflection lightened the mood under a clear day and night sky with a previously unpublished comedy poem:
If the sheepdogs tell great jokes
and livestock like to clown around
under a smiling sun and moon
I want to go to the funny farm.
Reflection 29 mirrored I Can See Through You, Why Don’t People Understand Me:
I Like Your Mask
Why should you believe I like you
when I say I don’t care about myself
perhaps it’s because I can’t read your mind
as clearly as I can mine.
But the more I see of you
the more I think we’re no different
just humans living day to day
some with better masks than others.
Reflection 30 mirrored Space Brain Becoming Plain:
The poem was inspired by images of the universe and a scanned brain that looked similarly oblong.
A clear night sky from a dark viewing point is an incredible sight, but it is only what our eyes and brains can manage to see. Telescopes show the connectivity and immensity beyond our Earth view.
Human brains use complex systems to keep us functioning, but we can’t see how it is done, as our eyes see outwards. Scanning equipment shows the connectivity and immensity on the inside.
Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, satirical comedy poetry correspondent inspired by Romantic poet William Wordsworth and wolves. I’ve got three Folding Mirror poems by Marc Latham to catch up with today, so won’t write an epic introduction. There’s more about the poems, as well as more photos and introductory poems, over at fmpoetry.wordpress.com.
Heaven’s Christian Pope, Providing Community Hope
Is Pope Francis
entrancing us
with Marxist thinking
or am I juxtaposing
his Christian actions
with media reactions
Jesus was socialist, criticising corrupt greed
love society’s poor
religions always implore
journalists and politicians too
speaking for you
everybody cares
I’m March Hares
Completing Cycle, Living Life
Death
intriguing unknown
comforting escape
elusive companion
attractive option
the unconscious
long sleep
to somewhere better
monstrous manipulator
sweet talking serenader, becomes nagging poker
prodding parasite
trying to suck
life away
extinguish spark
attacking body
wiping mind
controlling force
showing true
Nature
Drown Song, Sun Dry
surface splashing
falling backwards
through a block
survival built
out of broken dreams
unremembered
until they rose buried
into my conscious
can’t change the past, no point seeing future
unconscious memory store
please give me more
recalling
living beyond whole nightmare
destruction point
life is precious
looking forwards
seeing straight
mistYmuse 