March 8th, 2021. STYLE

“Man of the Hour” by Vian Borchert

– – –

"A Nocturnal Pact" by M.A.A.
swirling around
like a snake,

going through the cupboards

dust propelling
into the air of haste
what you are looking for

I must have run out
a long time ago
the deal cannot go on,
surveying the place
out of boredom
or disappointment

or both - as we tend to like it-

takes a small toll, as we call it

a nocturnal pact won't do
manuscripts switched

a slight disturbance
race to brainwash
each other
in the seas

of adversaries,

(a knower is he who’s
dry in them all...)

- not necessarily cruel
or that tender
first a bit of magic

to raise the mood

what's in the cup? a wormhole
where does it lead? no clue
I swear I closed it once
at least
deep deep deep
hole into
so so distant
yet familiar space,
winds full of rhymes
a little regret
lesson learned, future
has a dangerous lure

we are only in text
it seems - sharply observed,

not sure how to feel,
certain style in adapting
to alien temples
were we to lose

these papers
there's one more

for the reserve,
even with the guns
we are manning
every discussion
ends in a hanging

how difficult it is,

to brush the fields

with bright tone
with a hue of Sun
upset the palette
embarrass it,
there is admittance;
- what would we not do,
to mask our time

out of the gates?
how important it is
to mute the aesthetics,

this weighting sound;
rattling of sticks
between those

who can't afford sabers,
so meagre is the being
of a toothless beast

even if
it's a call-to-arms
it's actually a hoax
falsely advertised risk
covered in foam
and as such
no clear canvas,

washed with a tint of absurd
glaring into mystery

standing together aren't we both aware
under a reliquary, of the order of things,
hand in hand should we not
with something close but far peer behind the boredom
I know what it is - and learn
our forefathers' past from fiction?

– – –

“Details” by Lúnasa

– – –

"Blind Lust" by S.J. Saighead
You know he knows you know
but still you watch it grow
and grow it does you know
you know you watched him sow

the seeds of needs and want
through sordid deeds he'd taunt
but stop it you did not

for deeds of needs and want

are deeds of which the heart
can carry, watch them start
to grow you know it's wrong

to love the boy so,
so write it in a song.

You know he knows you know
but still you watch it grow
till he came, salt in hand
and turned oasis into sand.

– – –

– – –

"Stylish!" by Vian Borchert
I saw him that day
we went for coffee
he always looked dashing
with his dapper sense of style
he observed mine carefully
I had made sure to make an effort
to dress up for him
to be extra stylish
since I knew he’ll notice...
He did!
He remarked on one my lemon colored shirt
and how it compliments
my honey colored eyes
I must have been clever that day
I got him to notice
the little details
that looked so effortless.

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Next exhibition theme: EARNEST

Deadline: Midnight, March 21st

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Published by artisticdifferencescurator

My name is Seán and I am the creator and curator of the Artistic Differences Project. I started this project during the lockdown in Ireland due to COVID-19 in March 2020 as a way to get my friends and I creating during a troubling time. From there the project as gone from strength to strength and now we publish a new exhibition every two weeks.

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