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2013 Poetry Theme Challenges#03 The Mirror Lies |
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I have no doubt we all get that moment we look into the mirror and see what we really look like instead
of how we see ourselves in our mind's eye. I often wonder just who that person with grey flecks in her hair
staring back at me is. If you are anything like me there are even days you feel much older than you really
are. So this theme challenge is about how we feel about getting older, what we do to stay looking that bit
younger, what did we do to make ourselves look older back in the day or how old we feel in our minds. Happy quilling to you all Jemmy XXXX |
The Mirror Lies
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Terry ClitheroeMirrors are clouds that hide the truth They tell lies because they cannot see Nor do mirrors know what is of thee What is of now and was once of youth You see a picture in front of you Which changes every time you view. Look at a picture every ten years Each time an older person appears Different it appears inside the same Inside there is still beauty and care To one who is not in love this is rare But realizes love is in no way a game!  ----- Ungodlike Several times a day I pass by him He looks familiar somehow Someone time didn't disallow The facial scars have now grown dim Once athletic, no longer slim. My father never got this far, Or grand dads, I've raised the bar I have done what I have wanted And never ever been daunted But not looking like a film star. Yet the mirror still hasn't seen me Inside I mostly feel thirty three That silver hair is blond inside A facade I have long denied The outside, inside never agree.  back to list |
Divena CollinsI wish I was a woodland nymph To dance naked through the trees I would only have myself to please And the royal harmonical symph Carefree and so happy I shall be When all shall forever recall me. I wish that I could turn the tide And alter the waves of the ocean For such would be my devotion To be a mermaid devoid of pride For topless I shall swim the sea And all shall forever recall me. I wish I was Eve without Adam And I think that he would know I have more than him upon show And shall never be titled Madam So carefree and happy I shall be But he may if he need recall me.  ----- Zumba Rabiosa C'mon everybody now lets get fit Christmas is past it is time to fast Think yourself slim come lets try it. If you can Rumba that is great Your are half way there already Then you wont have long to wait. Get into rhythm follow that beat Dancing to the Zumba Rabiosa Great fun to do and really neat. Things will never again feel grim You'll look and feel much better And praise yourself for being slim. Wriggle those hips waist and thighs Zumba Rabiosa lets have some fun You will shortly get down to size.  back to list |
Jem FarmerIf you could look beyond my smile And see for just a little while Beyond my flesh to inner pain Where all is lost with naught to gain The tortured soul always on trial. If you could see what lies behind The scars that can only remind Of times to which I won't revert Distractions called to stop the hurt With visions of truth running blind. My secrets held so deep inside A soul so lost it had to hide The truth of self, lay torn apart And stone replaced my gentle heart So no more angry tears were cried. But then she came to hold my hand With love a dream could not have planned Her eyes looked beyond to see The person that is really me And I begin to understand. ----- Weight Watching Poets Calories in everythin' All add up to that fat or thin You cannot eat that, you must eat this A poet can rhyme that with a kiss Are words therefore also a sin? I wonder if I should cut The endless cups of coffee but I'd only drink my tea instead I need caffeine to clear my head To tighten up my lines somewhat. A poet diets to shed those Old clichéd words that oft disclose Too much. Not enough is worse It is a curse of written verse Perhaps I should then write in prose.  ----- Who Who is that woman I see here Who she is seems very unclear With her short hair feathered with grey I see her stare at me each day How did she thus come to appear? L'Oreal it seems makes her go The creams and dyes that gently blow The webs of time away from me Inside my head I'm thirty-three Not that old bird I do not know. back to list |
Terry ClitheroeSight: the First Sense I see your reflection in the window Do your eyes hide your sorrow? Visual inquisition they do not admit, And wonder, who is it really I see? Without answers my mind isn't free What do I see, what do you permit? What thoughts hide behind your smile, Surely your love of me isn't so fragile? You turn to me two more mirrors, And yet that love your eyes do admit. Each time we meet we further commit. Slowly windows change into doors Sound: the Second Sense I see your reflection in the window No sound of your love, I wonder, It does not speak, will not admit. It turns to me, still with a smile Not a sound from you to beguile, What do I hear, what do you permit? You know that triangle of words If only your spirit could be heard. Tell me you are willing to commit. Endearing words will remove this fear They're the only ones that I hold dear. I wish I could hear them come from it. Smell: the third sense I see your reflection in the window I sniff the air, but where is the odour? That sweet fresh bouquet where is it Clean, showered and freshly soaped This reflection doesn't bring me hope What do I sense, what do you permit? This glass image has no fragrance This is nothing without your presence Where's the aroma that belongs to you? There is non of loves pungency in it How can this unscented image commit? This is a non smelling image that I view! Taste: the fourth sense I see your reflection in the window I ask, "What flavour does it endow Am I allowed to savour any bit? It does not make my tastebuds drool. It looks so bland, food for a fool, What will I taste, what do you permit?" Of saltiness flavour, there is none The flavoured loves juices are all gone There is no finer taste I will admit. Need I search for spice and cumin? Than that of a fruity loving woman If I taste you, will you commit? Touch: the fifth sense Your reflection in the window How can I make its heart grow Oh! Were it possible to touch it How well I know your softness With warm wet lips so soft to kiss What do I touch, what do you permit? No impostor's image that's before me And your love that special joie de vie. I feel trembling flesh willing to submit, Holds your shape and your form Soft and pliant so willing to conform, Under my touch, I feel you commit. Intuition: the sixth sense I ask, "What lurks behind your smile I know I'm the lover you wish to beguile I see the love light that your soul emits?" There is only one thing now I need to know Are you my Juliet and I your Romeo? No longer asking, "What do you permit?" In a silent place I feel your soul We know completion, we are whole Now we have integrated our ego. The physical world is another place. The ideal model takes on your face That reflection I saw, in the window Soul: the seventh sense The reflection I see in the window I search my mind, I need to know The past has gone but you remain We are now closer to being whole Is this an image of your soul? Eternity has finally become our domain. You turn to me, and offer your soul, Because of the love we share, we are whole, The window of love open to us both No longer having any sorrows to hide. As together through Eternity we abide I see your reflection in the window. back to list |
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