Category Archives: PICTURE POEMS

Picture Poems a poems written for, and pasted on, pictures, paintings or graphic art. The poem describes or emulated the picture in verse.

LIFE’S ILLUSIONS

Discovering that we do NOT know makes it possible to understand Life, Illusions, Delusions and other Universes.

BOTH SIDES NOW, by Joni Mitchell

“Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

Oh but now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From WIN and LOSE and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all”

THE MIRROR IS BROKEN

THE MIRROR

The slowly decaying life-form I see reflected in The Mirror of Reality is not Me.
It is a puppet I inhabit and animate in the Game of Life.

Every day, decade after decade, lifetime after lifetime, The Mirror speaks to me:
“I am weak. I am worthless. I am insignificant. I do not exist!”

This mirror does not reflect the Eternal Nothingness that is Me.

The image it reveals makes me forget Who I Am.

I am not deceived by this false illusion…

THE MIRROR IS BROKEN!

____________________

Lawrence R. Spencer. 2013.

WHO ARE “THEY”?

THE RULES

PLANET EARTH IS A PRISON.  IF YOU WERE BORN HERE YOU’RE A PRISONER.
THIS IS WHY “THEY” PROMISE YOU CAN “LEAVE”
IF YOU ARE “GOOD” AND FOLLOW “THE RULES”!
ASK YOURSELF A QUESTION:  WHO ARE “THEY”?