This is the day…-promote yourself

This is the day

Poured from His breath

Awakening ahead of the sun

Eyes opened in the dim

Squinting to see Him

With what slight vision remains

Found out of doors

beyond gates

opened aired

bare-footed…

Swayed in the breeze

In rhythm with weeds and trees

Erratic and unsteady

As pampas grasses

And the defiant brays of stubborn asses

While silent sleeping masses

And sparrows passing glances

Excitedly anticipate light’s advances

This is a day of action

To go down a list

Grab hold of a gist

Forsake a clue

This is a boil on the skin deep rooted

Unlike that in a pot of stew

Not one to roil

But of a kind to afflict

Slighted evidence of assassination attempts

Proclaimed by an adversaries edict

This is the day

To excise a growth once allowed to fester

Embrace…

The character of scars and roadmaps left behind

This day…

Has no concern for tomorrow

Will not dwell on yesterday

But searches out Your love this day…

Like a solemn oath

That casts off all fear

anthony gomez

http://youtu.be/KeFKsX2-PRg

 

 

Loose Connections – Promote Yourself

 

Not a good friend
Good at pretence
Because
A good friend
To some

Is that the worst lie?

I’ll start
But won’t finish
I’ll get what I can
And then go?

Leaving “feel good”
Behind me
To them
And for me

The laurels prick sharp
A halo stuck

on a stick

Just tinsel and wire
Soft barbed wire
Keep out
And defend
What’s mine
In my mind

Cheryl Bhagwandin
http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

“Pristine Evening Ball” -Promote Yourself

My mind pursues

journeys without end,

wrapped in veils

of recollection.

Last year

I was your escort

on a freshman adventure.

The joy of your arm

upon my mine…

the gentle beauty

of pride perched humbly

in my thoughts.

I breathed you in…

a soul shining…

marveling at

the enchantments of

a ballroom…

tonal hues of

somber melodies

complimenting the green

gold of pleasure’s

refined ecstasy.

Today…

I mourn

with a teardrop

for every lost word…

every absent angle…

for an angel of

the pristine evening ball…

Nathan Lindsay

http://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2014/11/01/pristine-evening-ball/

‘The double life of Mrs Robinson’ – Promote Yourself

I was given this list of words and phrases to turn into a poem:

• Burlesque
• The prostate
• Twilig
• Dusk
• RSPB
• Play it by ear
• Mrs Robinson
• Fimbles
• Mulled
• Goundhog day

This is what I did with them:

The Double life of Mrs Robinson

Doting wife and mother by day

Wild temptress and diva by night

She lead a double life

A transformation in the absence if light

She paid the bills

With a RSPB monthly wage

But in the book of her life

This was but only the first page

Morning to noon

She experienced groundhog day

She mulled over her life

She wished the hours away

Watching fimbles with the kids

Drinking tea with the girls

Forever following protocol

No diamonds, no sparkles, no pearls

Twilight was when she came alive

When she realised all her dreams

For dusk was the time of day

She transofrmed into a burlesque queen

The club in which she danced

Was called The Prostate

Nobody could answer why

Not good for a first date

People cheered and they clapped

When she danced her head was clear

Was it wrong this life she lead?

Mrs Robinson decided to play it by ear

http://carlylou89.wordpress.com/2014/10/19/the-double-life-of-mrs-robinson/

by CarlyLou