A Mixed Up Remix

There's a process in my recess

A barricade to my success

Motion notions causing excess

Loss of memory forces regress

Forgive my thought intrusion

As you work hard off your feet

You'll find progression quicker

If you think loud on the street

So many stars to wish upon

Far too hard to spot a fake

Letting go of hopes and dreams
Leaving moonlight in my wake

Her Place

She tends her garden matchless style

As though a polished priceless gem

A proud display of parent joy

Each blade of grass each flower stem

Lighthearted blush of fragrance

Her naked dancing feet caressed

Arcs of living brush strokes

Ever captured and possessed

Knolls of water-coloured stories

Chanting natures fervent hopes

To flourish sweet in lavishness

Steering eyes on gentle slopes

Poem only © Clifford Letts

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Resolute

PICTURE LINK

Breaking ice in hostile waters

Adrift in cautious thrust

Shadowing celestial signs

Where from exactitude is trust

For the betterment of futures

A sacrifice for knowledge gained

Triumph trades fiasco’s end

In disarray forever chained

Making headway changing places

Supremely statuesque 

Sustaining law and mainstay order

Motions tabled on that desk

Resolute

ADJECTIVE - Admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering:

A remarkable story of brave steadfast adventure into the unknown. With others HMS Resolute set out in April 1852 to search for the missing British explorer Sir John Franklin who had left Britain in 1845 in search of the fabled  Northwest Passage through the Canadian Arctic.wikipedia Link - Northwest_Passage

HMS Resolute was a mid-19th-century barque-rigged ship of the British Royal Navy, specially outfitted for Arctic exploration. Resolute became trapped in the ice and was abandoned. Recovered by an American whaler, she was returned to Queen Victoria in 1856. Timbers from the ship were later used to construct a desk which was then presented to the President of the United States.- LINK - wikipedia HMS Resolute (1850)

Reality Banality

Living catatonically

Staring at a plastic screen

Concerned that one is missing out

On someone else's partial scene 

Indifferent to ones pond like pool

A most essential life surround

Much preferring somewhere else

Eavesdropping snippets all around

Conversations in the physical

Much too personal far too real

Whereas comfort in the almost air

Seems more velvety I feel