Mirror
October 2018
#118
Mirror Of Our Destiny
When the measure of our acts toward humanity can be counted –
If they can ever be counted would be the victory.
Here we can stand to see a future of freedom.
The mirror of our destiny is an island of our imagination,
a message that we must never be dead in our struggle to free the oppressed living,
whose stories must never die,
to be reflected in world of justice our soon-to-become.
© Ángel L. Martínez 1 – 13 nov 18
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
El Espejo
En el tiempo pasado de que octubre es un mes que es tan cruel.
El día es una mentira, y me recuerdo del Señor Chicharrón y Sus Ladrones.
El Día de los Indígenas del Pueblo.
La tierra y el cielo pertenece pa’todos en harmonía con el planeta.
Y donde mis versos suben cada día cerca de la Montaña del Oso.
En la punta de tierra que hasta el sol que todo es la luz.
Marchando en la otra Estrella de John Carlos, Tommie Smith, y Peter Norman, presente
Sí, cincuenta años del juego olímpico de México.
Para justicia y paz y igualdad.
Amos a los en su sacrificio aquí en la tierra:
James Forman, Dick Gregory, Presente
Y amos a los que buscan a la libertad:
Jamil Al-Amin, que vive en la barbaridad.
La Buena verdad cuando la fuerza del amor en este día,
El 10 de Octubre pasado a las lágrimas de mi pueblo proclamó El Grito de Yara.
El Padre de la Patria Carlos Manuel de Céspedes.
Que viva la República de Cuba
Que todo cantan en el cielo nuestro cuando se llama siempre
La marcha es para amor.
Y el pueblo se recuerdan del masacre de Hanoi de Fefel Varona, 50 años p’atrá
Presente
Mirror
In the time past of which October is a month that is so cruel.
The day is a lie, and I remember Mr. Chicharrón and His Thieves.
The Day of the Indigenous People.
The earth and the sky belong to all in harmony with the planet.
And where my verses go up every day near the Bear Mountain.
At the tip of the earth that up to the sun that everything is light.
Marching on the other Star of John Carlos, Tommie Smith, and Peter Norman, Presente
Yes, fifty years of the Olympic game in Mexico.
For justice and peace and equality.
We love them in their sacrifice here on earth:
James Forman, Dick Gregory, Presente
And we love those who seek freedom:
Jamil Al-Amin, who lives in barbarity.
The Good Truth when the force of love in this day,
The 10th of October passed to the tears of my people proclaimed El Grito de Yara.
The Father of the Nation: Carlos Manuel de Céspedes.
Long live the Republic of Cuba
That everything is singing in our heaven when it is always called
The march is for love.
And the people are reminded of the Hanoi massacre of Fefel Varona, 50 years ago
Presente
© 10/16/18 Carlos Raúl Dufflar
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
Mirror: Mermaid’s Cove
The mirror I found just behind
The window display was beautiful.
An unknown craftsman made it:
Small-scale, it wasn’t signed,
Probably the only one.
The glass was tarnished,
The reflective parts were flaking off.
Maybe it was used in a production
Of The Tempest or a pirate’s play.
But it wasn’t intended to be a prop.
I grasped the carbuncled sunken treasure:
The mermaid’s glass,
Fashioned in a souk in Atlantis,
Feeling like a brave, worrisome believer,
Looking back into the dim shop
For the ghost.
I felt the curlicues, the drooping roses,
Almost papery.
The intricate animals carved and imprisoned
By curling fronds and unusual buds that glowed
Like jewels.
The base was petrified wood
And though there was no reflection,
A shimmering mother-of-pearl
Varnish made it a fairy tale mirror.
I thought of a stepmother holding court,
Circe beguiling the Greek
So he abandoned his true love
And she had to get her name written in the stars.
It was a craftsman’s commission, a labour of love,
Love of the process and the skill,
Pawned unfortunately
But recovered and discovered today.
©G. Campbell 23 October 2018
The Mirror - TheSensual Window
Through the Emotion of the Eyes
Eyes
Eyes are the windows of the heart
The tears, the laughter and the smiles
Staring out to sea
Can bring memories to be
A story of a lifetime to read
Eyes can smile, glisten and shine
Laugh out loud, say hi, do you see
The happiness and tears, the eyes open wide
The memories to behold
The story to read
Eyes are the windows of the heart
They cry when life gives a sigh
But when happiness evolves
You can see the tears of joy
For eyes are the windows of the heart.
(C) 25/03/2018 Josie Lawson All Rights Reserved
GROW
Mirror
Your fragile agile mind encapsulates
every splinter of row we've ever had
in filing cabinets that you recall at will
from their floating in the milky plasma
far away in the space outgrowths of your head
and I watch wrinkles form where there were none
making a deep net in my flesh, regret
over selling the family silver we could
have used to coat that glass, make a mirror
to see ourselves, each alone, each the other,
maybe staying, maybe splitting together
Noam Livne
Inside Mirror Staring Stare
Sending back expose exposure
Despise once forged healed exposes
Graphics over rides thoughts words shames
Inside the mirror judge hammer jams pride
Weights pound guilty downpours strikes
Image hated despised shamed attacked
Judged into the core blackened soul
Plead beg in face it bare it bear it
Facing self twisting cast in cast furnaced
Looking far far back this graphic judge
Inside mirror blunt accounts instilled installed
Morrows mirrored yesterdays ghosts unsealed
Long gone long gone thrown back facing face
Mirror anviled judges blind core bound blinded
John Joseph Sheehy