Yarns
YARNS
Back in the day
Recalled
Back on the way
Reviewing
Seems came
A few oops-style anomalies
Now tweaked, refigured, polished
Spun slyly into a fresh web of
… Let’s not say lies
Not even half truths
For we, being the us that we are
Or at least the one that we see
Mimicking the programs
That mimic us prefer
Updates or Improvements
Currently then any dark side
Any giveaway liability airbrushed
Our life as a glossy magazine
Not only on public sale
But available free
Posted on November 17, 2015, in Poetry and tagged Identity, Lies, Pride, Social commentary. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
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True, but not always comfortable.
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Compounded by memories that change each time they are recalled.
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How do we view them, all these memories?
And how would we like to view them?
And how would we like others to view them?
Or maybe we wouldn’t want them to know of them at all?
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Well, it sent my mind in this direction:
https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2015/11/17/the-infirmity-of-memory/
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We hide our true self a lot….for what?
We keep giving the world the lie, and then become the lie.
Very nicely penned.
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“Very nicely penned.”
Thank you.
Here’s another of my pennings:
“To deceive others is discourteous
but to deceive oneself
is disastrous.”
(https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/my-friend-the-clown-the-face-in-the-mirror/)
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Ah yes, this is what blogging is all about, ‘For we, being the us that we are…’
Great poem/improvisation thanks
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THE ONE MIND
Two mycelia
Once homokaryotic
Now dikaryotic
No longer separated.
One! Bring forth fruiting bodies.
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See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mycelium
(And thank you for the kind compliment. 🙂 )
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all-inclusive metaphor is itself…
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I thought so. 🙂
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For we, being the us that we are
Or at least the one that we see
Mimicking the programs
That mimic us prefer
Updates or Improvements
Very much a thought provoking poem. I especially like the wording of the above words.
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I can’t recall what set me off on this one. Never mind. I’m glad you enjoyed reading it, Kim.
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