DEVIL AT MY DOOR by Carolyn Glackin The devil is at my door Strumming his old guitar A toothpick between his lips And my heart sealed up in a jar He offers a wry little smile While playing a merry tune That makes all the children laugh For him, a fortuitous boon But if you'd just listen real close Soon it becomes crystal clear He's a dealer of sorrow and pain And his stock-in-trade is our fear They say where there's rhyme There's a reason But beware how you spend your spare time Hey y'all should step out of the kitchen If you can't take the heat for the crime All the armies are now on the march For the archetypes facing extinction Every paragon now in the past 'Cause we need a new mode of distinction Ideologies starting to crumble Cast aside with the bridges we've burned And it seems the high price that we paid Is worth every lesson we've learned You can't teach an old dog a new trick But you surely can throw him a bone That was just there for the rhyme I digress as you inwardly groan And the death knell is constantly ringing As we wonder for whom the bell tolls Caught up with such worry and wonder We've lost sight of our dreams and our goals In the end, we'll meet up the Piper As the debts from our past come to call Beyond that, there's a sudden awareness We rise up the same way that we fall And our wings have always been with us And the devil ain't such a bad guy After all, we believed the same thing We forgot that we knew how to fly. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/16/19.
Art credit: A remake of Pablo Picasso's "Old Guitarist," by Reed Horth.
OUTSKIRTS by Carolyn Glackin I breathe deeply And find myself Entwined In a lover's embrace As we reach New heights of ecstasy I exhale into The outskirts Of the eternal In this stillness I become aware That I am infinite Multidimensional Transcendent Unlimited Time has dissolved Only presence remains The past is now seen As a wayward friend Whom I treasure For she was with me Each step of the way That led me here Knowing this, I easily forgive Her considerable Transgressions And now, her peace Is my own All are one In the time/space Continuum My love is unbound Roaming freely Spanning the distance Between ancient hearts In this sacred space Of awareness I am all And I am nothing I am the known And the unknown I am the timeless And the eternal And simply put, I AM... In the blink Of an instant This moment Of holy stillness Comes to an end As I pour myself back Into this incarnation Grateful For that one Blissful moment Of existing in truth. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/17/2019.
For those who are interested in participating in the #ceestuesdaytwos (on my other account: @carolyns_challenge_account), I would strongly encourage you to have a look at the phenomenal submission piece entered by @john_solomon, which meets and exceeds the criteria of what I'm looking for in the challenge. If you're not planning to participate in the challenge, have a look at his post anyway, simply to read two beautifully penned forms of poetry (rhyming and non rhyming) and the commendable way in which he was able to maintain the overall meaning (which was part of the criteria) throughout both of the pieces. Well done Jack! I was so excited when I read it that I practically did a backflip! Almost. Then I remembered my complete lack of athletic abilities. Ahem. Anyway, big congrats!!
This is a humble piece, written in simple terms, nothing fancy, not overly poetic. The real takeaway is the message. A message that in my opinion is a divine truth; one that I'll always firmly believe in. Love heals all, but you have to let it in, and that includes self-love. There's a misconception held by many that they were hurt by love, but the truth is that they were hurt by someone who didn't know how to love. Love is never the villain and always the healer, but you've got to remember to let it in. I hope you will. Blessings, Carolyn
LOVE SONG by Carolyn Glackin I asked him for a love song But he didn't have one to give You see he'd been hurt so badly And he didn't want to forgive
Time hadn't healed his wounds Which were bleeding all the more And it seems this whole mess started When she walked out his door
Now I don't know who to blame And it's not my place to say But I asked that man for a love song And she's still getting in the way
So we're just gonna have to make do I won't bring any harm on her head But since he couldn't give me a love song I gave him my own instead
I sang to him soft and sweet I sang to him loud and clear I sang to him very discreet In a way only he would hear
I sang until tears filled his eyes And his heart opened up once more And he slowly turned into the man That I recognize and adore
I sang 'til his spirit was light And once he was finally free He wrapped me up snug in his arms And at last, sang a love song to me. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/14/19.
A few days back, @iammusaafiir extended a gracious invitation for me to take part in his #sam_altkimo_chal challenge. The challenge called for a Kimo poem written with opposite elements (ie., dark/light, day/night, start/end... for example). I wrote several Kimos, and finally settled on the two in the image piece; the first denoting dark/light in a literal sense, and the second being metaphorical. Brother, thank you for this wonderful learning opportunity, as well as for your patience; as I know I've stretched things out until the last minute time wise.
All words herein are my own (with the exception of the information posted below), and the image is credited to the respective owner. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
Below is some info on how to properly pen a Kimo poem...
Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
3 lines. No rhymes. 10 syllables in the first line 7 in the second and 6 in the third. Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.
I've just renovated this piece so that it meets the criteria of my #ceestuesdaytwos challenge on @carolyns_challenge_account ... The non rhyming poem is in the image piece, and the rhyming version is below. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
Attempting to live up to the expectations of others: NO!
Hive mind? Not gonna happen.
I'm gonna be me, I'm gonna do what I do, and I'll be kind, peaceful, and respectful of you; but I will NOT be a mindless drone, one of the sheeple, or a slave to the system. No way, no how, not me. The Creator saw fit to give me a mind of my own, and I'm damn sure gonna use it. Peace out, and power to the people. Love to all. Blessings, Carolyn
P.S. Oh yeah, almost forgot: WOOT!! ✊
P.S.S. Didn't experience any adverse event, just wanted to post some words conveying personal empowerment and a positive sense of self-worth, because WE ALL deserve that and WE ARE WORTH IT!! ♥️♥️
*All words are my own, aside from the Shakespeare quote.
Hey, this one's for a lovely young miss that I know, and from whom I learned the word 'inscrutable,' which is now a favorite, as is she. Welcome back @engaged_guilty, you've been missed! Blessings, Carolyn
Inscrutable: Adjective. Impossible to understand or interpret. Mysterious, enigmatic, unreadable.
' 'Sun rises over peaks, morning glories bloom.' - Crystal Rose
A lanturne poem is a relatively new type of descriptive poetry which originated from Japan. This poetic form, shaped like a Japanese lantern, uses five lines with a syllable structure of one, two, three, four and one syllables per line.
Do you know that the word AU FAIT means having a good or detailed knowledge of.
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Hello fellow dreamers and visionaries! Hope one and all are doing more than well today, tonight, tomorrow, and always! I'm already running way late on getting this challenge posted, so we're gonna have ourselves a little miracle, meaning I'm gonna hush up and get right to it for once!
Challenge Info: Today's objective is to write what I call an abstract post-apocalyptic dystopian piece. Shoot, that's a mouthful, eh?! Naturally, you might be wondering what all that nonsense means. To break it down, this concept is something I came up with a month or so ago, and I've added my pieces that fall within this category to the challenge hashtag for y'all to have a look and get an idea of what this is all about. Essentially, you let your thoughts flow in a abstract manner about dystopian/apocalyptic/catastrophic thoughts in hopes of coming up with something that manages to sound both macabre and poetic. Right now you're probably thinking "Oh sure Carolyn ma'am, 'cause that's so easy, right?!" Hey, I admit that it sounds a bit daunting, but it's actually a heck of a lot of fun! This, coming from a pacifist. Please don't ask, I have no explanation! ♀️
Rules: -No short form poetry -Must be penned in English -No plagiarism -No foul or obscene language/images -Hashtag your piece to #ceesdystopalyptic
Duration: Starts now, ends 24 hours from the time of posting.