Boxers or briefs,
Salad or soup,
Ranch or French
Alone or a group?
Introvert or extrovert,
Country or rock,
Canine or feline,
Piaget or Spock?
Switchers or fighters,
Whole milk or fat free,
Harley or Yamaha,
Democrat or GOP?
Star Wars or Star Trek,
Beatles or the Stones,
Connery or Craig,
Han Solo or Indiana Jones?
Life is full of trade offs
Everything’s a choice
So hurry, close the menu
And give yourself a voice.
hang your prayers on banners,
pennants flying in the sun
waving over fallow fields,
snapping in the winter dawn.
best to see them flapping,
madly dancing on the breeze
than dragging limply, wasted
unmarshalled, and ungrieved.
falling out of practice, of silencing alarms and stumbling to the shower of matching shoes to skirt and scarf to blouse, willy nilly dash to desk days run neck and neck galloping for the checkered flag, no, the finish line where clocks are punched morning and evening, and mondays aren’t mistaken for tuesdays or heaven forbid, fridays. appointments keep their allotted places and there is no need to ask, “what day is this?”
Peace, people!
I take myself apart
piece by piece:
a nose too long,
a chin too weak,
moods too intense,
and patience too thin.
There are no redeeming
qualities as far as my eyes can see.
Still, I hold hope that
somewhere deep in my bones
beauty does reside,
I only get a glimpse
when I witness and honor
the beauty in others:
generosity,
forgiveness,
acceptance,
gratitude.
the spiritual overcomes the physical.
the soul embraces the imperfect.
there you are
the mythical man;
although, your photo is dated two years past.
it must be
genetic wisdom
our lofty foreheads, near mirror imaged
faces.
ideas of you
ephemeral then
almost mythical in scope to the child I
was.
always wedged
in a crevasse deep
somewhere outside my heart, yet within
me.
no hero;
you never answered.
i fantasized your presence; you never
came.
you can’t know
how often i’ve wondered
would you have loved me if you’d stuck
around?
peace, people.
reclined on
a bed of nails
sharpened spikes
evenly distributed,
i entrust the safety
of my body’s unmarked skin
to the holy force of physics
and still, in the quietude
of darkest, velvet night
the troubled mind can
find no peace tucked
beneath a concrete
blanket of equal
and opposite
forces.
selfies:
one of the kardashians, kanye’s wife,
kim, published a coffee table book around her favorite
selfies.
hundreds
of pictures of kim, provocative, poised,
playful, compiled for public perusal,
appropriately titled
“selfish.”
i did not
purchase this book; however, i wonder
if it could be used as a template for my own book of
selfies.
so far, of
the twelve selfies in my iphone, only
two do not render my visage as a distorted picasso
painting.
much work remains.
Peace, people!
Copyright 2016. All rights reserved by Leslie Noyes.
Note: I have no connection at all to Picasso, nor to Kim Kardashian, never have been or intend to make any monies or free lunches on the back of this post, and to my knowledge was never a model for Picasso or for Kim.
Smell the rot
beneath the roses,
steeped in mud
around the bower.
festoon the arbor
all you’d like
the stench remains
through eyes’ delight.
arranged bouquets
stripped bare of thorns
from loamy mulch,
are petals born.
every week about this time the chains all come unbound
we dance entranced on the steely pole and wave our hands around
clapping high and low we rock, we roll our voices raised in chorus
cold amber flows from gilded taps and everyone adores us.
unbridled passions capture hearts if only for this night
ecstasy then fades to shame when exposed to old ra’s light.
promises of never again are whispered through bruised lips
yet osiris calls again upon seven days’ eclipse.
It’s been many years since I had a wild Friday. Ah, the memories.
Peace, people!
ponder for a moment
the intricacies of being:
trillions of cells,
beautifully fragile
tragically expendable
i am,
you are,
we exist
as miracles
the meaning of life
is that we are,
but that we won’t
always be.
I found this incredible short clip about cells. I hope with all my heart that it will play. Let me know if it does not.
Praying for Eyebrowz 