True Romance
The choices we fall into for romance
Must be why they call the moon-touched lunatics.
We let all sense escape us, give in to chance
Seduced, junkies, into hunger for a fix
Belief, a bedfellow strange to reason's well-trod path,
In fairytale ever after lovers twain
Well-schooled, trained in logic, adept in math
Yet we shed it all to hop that mythic train
Expose our tender souls to cruel deceit
And maybe violence, maybe wounds that slowly kill
Yet we run into destruction, foreswear retreat
For the chance, the hope, the ecstasy, the thrill.
- Laurie Corzett
(featured in the poetry forum 03.16.11)
Freedom FOR Security
Either, by nature, you're plagued with paranoia
Or you've bought pervasive propaganda.
I do understand:
It was so cheap, and in your colour.
It wasn't labeled "Propaganda"
Sold as "News," common knowledge,
accommodation to the norm.
And it fits your internal dialog so well
"Danger is everywhere these days of disorder,
scary change."
Just like all the days
when Freedom seems such a flimsy wage,
a cheap exchange
for sham Security.
November 27, 2010
- Laurie Corzett
(featured in the poetry forum 01.09.11)
Invitation
While the world sleeps
We could delve the ouroboros of dreams
Rampage through Wonderland, Neverland,
cavalcades of roaring dragons,
princesses plucked from flowery fields,
angels dancing, dizzy as daemons, dervish
drunk on coloured rain
atop bright
copper pins.
Surreal circus of pineal circuit
Casts of glorious clowns sparkling
like sequined candy
Proud bears cycling in mid-air,
Amazing feats of flying day-glo trapeze chimpanzees
Wafting popcorn, white scents of sugar delight,
Pansies popping out of top hats as they expand
into darkest space
We could create
twinkling, luminous
sacred place
an anchor for unearthly adventure
a tableau to marvel in grace
if you would
play
May 2010
- Laurie Corzett
(featured in the poetry forum 09.02.10)
Your Philosophy
movie plot as object lesson
boys find valuable object
boys lose valuable object
boys fight to get valuable object back
I am woman born
no source of father's pride
too early in my days, they
track my aroma
I know not to hide
use me in some back room
until my womb rises with a new slave
for their diversions
I am sacred mother
tit tied to feeding, always feeding
(agonized bleeding in secret shame)
No more than a tether, a trough, and
tantalizer of the profane. I am a wrecked
train, a vehicle left to rust, blamed for
slatternly stagnation,
never quite thrown away.
Reject me; reject hard truths,
long tred diamonds, scuff-polished,
hidden like icebergs in paleolithic mud.
Dismiss prophetic exaltation, work songs,
labyrinthine gardens,
we who are only dreams in your philosophy.
You may well be better
stuck in your own
wheel of clay.
My lesson, when I am ready,
is to leave you to your way;
cleave to the ecstasy
loose, lost, subjective
wondering
May 2010
- Laurie Corzett
(added 09.02.10)
Mothers' Night
cascading shards uneasy echoes
falling
Rape of Earth, hot spurts of words savage knives abiding Mothers, sacred and mundane twist into harridan cold stars
wailing, hurtling waves Sad, old, crust of ages sliced and screwed, carved up for profit "It's not the color of the skin, the culture of the smile" the scent of danger, the inborn stranger -- all excuses for Us (superior) and Them (inferior) "They are not like we; but lower curs." we may harm with unfettered glee Cursed to be ours, cut to our requirement. Keep them from our (property)(security) Leave them to our putrid pits cunning jabs, our pleasure.
Thus all treasure that might regale, heal, reveal true worth, of man and Earth sold for pittance of potash to dance a weary jig
- Laurie Corzett
(featured in the poetry forum 07.08.10)
Gospel
Sally, won't you go
downtown
Pick up some teabag party
clowns
We'll teach 'em tricks of trade
from streets walled in by
degradation
Ain't this nation grand
for glad hands raised in celebration
of shames we dare not name.
Hallelujah Hallelucinations
Hallowed ground baptized
in blood
Saved from the cleansing Flood
by sticking to our kind
however we're defining us today
If we were meant to live
a different way
wouldn't He have told us?
October 28, 2009
- Laurie Corzett
(featured in the poetry forum 05.05.10) |
