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                 Rhythm's Rhyme

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LCDXII

Grosse Pointe Advantage

 By Mary Margaret Park, et al.

tricked out swindler

panning for gold

grosse pointe advantage

to challenge the soul

 

a river of diamonds

a shield and a guide

truths left unspoken

and matters denied

 

pony traditions

to race is to gain

constructs and notions

to bolster and blame

 

the stage is the set

and the set is the stage

the glibbest of answers

flow and persuade

 

a tithe for the con   

no need to explain

oil derrick's the capture

while he laughs with disdain

 

in situ abstraction

no rules for the fey

artistic renditions

was the potter the clay?

 

a cheap suit that panders

to further his claims

deny or object

and he’ll further your pain

 

the bait of attraction

a glittering ghost              nuanced  distraction

 to allude and depose                               

a bird in a bush

to love and adore

the hands of ‘advantage’

always score more

 

the ice has grown thin

on the crossroads of time

the profits of plunder

grow pale, unrefined.              

in the absence of honour

lust rules the man

the purest of power

bloodies his hands

 

to elude and betray

is a frivolous mask

a coward’s redaction  blackmails his past  

 

to betray and ensnare

a torturous dream

a coward’s assassin

a predator's remains

 

security alludes

the tamest of men

the greater the lie

the smaller the pen.    

by Mary Margaret Park 

we are yin and yang

timeless

forever bound

 

our paths have crossed in a zenith of yesterdays

our triumph no greater than the joy and pain 

that carried us wayward 

and to this destination

 

we seek peace from our tattered thoughts

warriors sent to vanquish the eyes of sorrow

shaped in the image of one another

we are dazzling reflections in a dark sea

 

and so another year has passed

and we have endured 

the bizarre notion of our union

has faded into  profess 'your'

                 oblivion

and we’ve cast the ‘what if’s’ aside

 

             bound forever

                      we are                                       timeless

COILED

           STEEL

by Mary Park et al.

Coiled steel

Caged

A see-saw

of blind devotion/rage

 

a legacy

expressed in

Braille 

each letter outlined

in pain

 

arranged

re-arranged

words

altered in meaning

polished to beguile

black holes

of misdirection

  Grey

Tempest

in the wind he blows

in the white grey rage

of a desolate land

 

a man of depth

and gentle spirit

 

and so she listens

within the tempest of her heart

to bare this soul of knowing

by Mary M. Park et al.