Pearls and Pigs
by
Alison McKenzie
On softer days
(She quietly remembers the
Crush of velveteen rabbits –
Fuzzy blankets)
The future was an ocean liner
Cutting through the surf
And wind in her hair.
These days bear
The rougher edges
Of reality and truth,
Breasts that give in to
Solar flares,
Indigo storms;
Thighs that once knew
The sculpted sketch
Of finer art,
And hands that drooled
To trace sinew and dreams.
These days there aren’t any takers,
And this can be seen as progress
In a land of pearls and pigs.
08/15/2009
Posted on 08/16/2009
Copyright © 2009 Alison McKenzie
Member Comments on this Poem
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Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/16/09 at 07:19 PM
I sometimes wonder if I first have to have a pearl in my self before I can see it in others. The other day I was watching people walking out of the supermarket - in their ordinariness (that might be described by someone as frumpy or haggard or just plain old). I wondered what wonders they have inside... who they love and who loves them... I smiled to myself and - for that moment anyway - thanked God for humanity - mine and others. Thanks for this lovely thoughtful poem, Alison. Thanks for being beautiful you.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Fences, Curtains, Blinds Etal
"While you gloat over your fence (Philosophical)"
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by Vimal Rony
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If you take a walk backwards
through your mother's womb
parellely along with me
doing the same
and cover AD's and BC's
we will finally merge
into one.
One single point
where life began.
Your breathe and
my breathe
was the same.
We were the same
Now let us walk forwards
and we split.
One single heart
parted into two
and then it multiplied
as we moved forwards.
You drifted to a continent
and me to another
carrying pieces
of the same heart.
The blessings of
the same creator.
Gradually you drew blinds
over your inner eyes and
built fences around
your heart and land.
Well our heart and our land.
You patronised the creator
the impartial one
as someone that suits
your thinking.
While i watered the garden
for Him and you
Hey you.
You must know
while He weeps
up above,
that His world and
His Children were one
Blame it on you,
the first blind man
who with your
catracted inner eyes
put the first fence
into 'our' earth.
In effect,
it was around His
and our heart that
you hammered it into.
It weeps.
To the first 'blind' man in whose fence we all got caught up and to those who are still blinded.
03/22/2004
Posted on 03/21/2004
Copyright © 2008 Vimal Rony Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/21/04 at 02:04 PM
It was a pleasure to read your latest, very sad portrait of human nature. The last stanza is beautiful.
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/21/04 at 06:57 PM
very powerful. Great to see your work again, Vimal. This reminded me of the King Solomon story in the bible, and the two women who were fighting for the same baby, and were told the only fair way to share the baby was to rip him in half (and of course the lesson was the real mother wouldn't bear for that to be done). Fine poem.
Posted by Stephanie Kent on 03/21/04 at 08:33 PM
It's wonderful to see you posting again. This is very emotionally raw, and different from your older style, but still good:) "Gradually you drew blinds over your inner eyes and built fences around your heart and land. Well our heart and our land."
"we are all destined.Our destinies are destined by the cosmic roll of the dice,the whims of the stars,the vagrant breezes of fortune that flows from the windmills of the God".I don't remember who said this but i do believe in it.
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by Vimal Rony
--------------------
If you take a walk backwards
through your mother's womb
parellely along with me
doing the same
and cover AD's and BC's
we will finally merge
into one.
One single point
where life began.
Your breathe and
my breathe
was the same.
We were the same
Now let us walk forwards
and we split.
One single heart
parted into two
and then it multiplied
as we moved forwards.
You drifted to a continent
and me to another
carrying pieces
of the same heart.
The blessings of
the same creator.
Gradually you drew blinds
over your inner eyes and
built fences around
your heart and land.
Well our heart and our land.
You patronised the creator
the impartial one
as someone that suits
your thinking.
While i watered the garden
for Him and you
Hey you.
You must know
while He weeps
up above,
that His world and
His Children were one
Blame it on you,
the first blind man
who with your
catracted inner eyes
put the first fence
into 'our' earth.
In effect,
it was around His
and our heart that
you hammered it into.
It weeps.
To the first 'blind' man in whose fence we all got caught up and to those who are still blinded.
03/22/2004
Posted on 03/21/2004
Copyright © 2008 Vimal Rony Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/21/04 at 02:04 PM
It was a pleasure to read your latest, very sad portrait of human nature. The last stanza is beautiful.
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/21/04 at 06:57 PM
very powerful. Great to see your work again, Vimal. This reminded me of the King Solomon story in the bible, and the two women who were fighting for the same baby, and were told the only fair way to share the baby was to rip him in half (and of course the lesson was the real mother wouldn't bear for that to be done). Fine poem.
Posted by Stephanie Kent on 03/21/04 at 08:33 PM
It's wonderful to see you posting again. This is very emotionally raw, and different from your older style, but still good:) "Gradually you drew blinds over your inner eyes and built fences around your heart and land. Well our heart and our land."
"we are all destined.Our destinies are destined by the cosmic roll of the dice,the whims of the stars,the vagrant breezes of fortune that flows from the windmills of the God".I don't remember who said this but i do believe in it.
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