tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2016-12-28T15:15:16Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:694257 2016-12-28T15:15:16Z 2016-12-28T15:15:16Z contemplative public 0 I enjoy the online poetry competitions found on Deep Underground Poetry. They push me to explore a variety of topics. This time around I embraced one that challenged “step back and compare, analysis, and introspect about your online identity”. <br /><br /><br />Curtains Drawn<br /><br />I present with the flair of Oz<br />great and terrible on his throne<br />floating head above the stage<br />smoked explosions and flashing lights<br />when I’m the one with curtains drawn.<br /><br />Striking pose on music’s muse<br />walking step with love of form<br />triple step to a passing turn<br />with the loveliest on my arm<br />if only I could really dance.<br /><br />Despondent in the depths of pain<br />seeking release by trigger’s pull<br />when all has lost meaning’s charm<br />I mean it this time, I really do<br />oh look, it is a butterfly.<br /><br />Radical rallying the good fight<br />against the hatred of bigotry<br />flags flown from pickup trucks<br />these will have to go <br />when the skeletons leave my closet.<br /><br />Impassioned ally of equal love<br />biology and choice inseparable<br />when joy is all we seek to find<br />truth will win out in the end<br />so says the one with much to hide.<br /><br />Poet with a thousand words<br />daily mantras in stanza form<br />creating kingdoms from my poems<br />revelations of good and bad<br />when all I want is to be heard.<br /><br />The one with mind still twenty-five<br />demanding that the clock turn back <br />rewind the years to find my place<br />just within my grasping hands <br />across the gap a hundred miles.<br /><br />All of these are my face<br />on intranets across the web<br />desiring you to see the span<br />imagining by this mortal man <br />still hiding behind the curtains drawn.<br /><br />2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161228.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=694257" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:652495 2016-08-05T01:58:37Z 2016-08-05T01:58:37Z contemplative public 0 The poem “On My Face” is a progressive circular affair about the desire to label others, lest they reveal who they really are.<br /><br /><br />On My Face<br /><br />Slap a label <br />on my face<br />on the surface<br />to set the mood<br />square the circle<br />house the beast<br />the sly smile<br />the shifting eye<br />the evil grin<br />were they seen<br />beneath glamor <br />beneath belief<br />of who I am<br />where I’ve been<br />what I believe<br />is empty space<br />void unseen<br />behind the veil<br />of still face<br />of blank place<br />perhaps now dead<br />underneath<br />now alive<br />on the surface<br />waiting for you<br />to define<br />slap a label<br />on my face.<br /><br />© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160804.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=652495" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments