.
Burning eyes
Are eyes of anger,
Lowered eyes
Are eyes of shame,
Dancing eyes
Are eyes of mischief
As we all play the game.
.
We search each other’s eyes
To distinguish fact from lies.
Lips don’t always tell the truth
(And you’re the living proof),
But your wide,
Innocent eyes
Convinced me otherwise.
.
Burning eyes
Are eyes of anger,
Lowered eyes
Are eyes of shame,
Dancing eyes
Are eyes of mischief
As we all play the game.
.
©DGA 11 September 2011 21:48
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
11/09/2011 at 10:19 pm
I think the repeat refrain of a stanza is very effective like hymns for poetry esp. longer poems is effective for some themes as you have done in this piece. Also effective in speeches.
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11/09/2011 at 10:21 pm
Thanks Carl. Actually I wrote this to the music playing in my head… 😀
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12/09/2011 at 1:13 am
Very effective, Denise.
Of course, sometimes the eyes of consumate liars can hide the truth from view.
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12/09/2011 at 6:47 am
Oh yes, Nancy, the ‘wide innocent eyes’ routine, hahaha! Besides, sometimes I can be led by nose… Thanks!
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12/09/2011 at 5:27 am
Eyes can lie, sad to say – but I’d much rather trust them than lips…
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12/09/2011 at 6:48 am
Thing is, for me anyway, Ruth, we believe what we want to believe… at least for a time…
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12/09/2011 at 8:53 am
It is said that if you look deep into a person’s eyes you can see their soul.
it is true that eyes cannot lie….
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12/09/2011 at 9:34 am
Some people have practised lying with wide-eyed innocence, Patrecia…
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12/09/2011 at 12:28 pm
I see…great lyrics, and prose…You have music for it yet?
I really like this poem, Denise, keep up the great work.
God Bless You
paul
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12/09/2011 at 12:43 pm
No music, Paul, except the music in my head, lol! Thank you so much. God bless you too.
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12/09/2011 at 3:12 pm
very cool…this is a rather enchanting…b/c of therefrain…much to be seen in the eyes
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12/09/2011 at 3:49 pm
Thanks Brian. Glad you’re enchanted… it came into my head as a song. 😆
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12/09/2011 at 5:35 pm
Wonderful with a capital “W” 🙂
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12/09/2011 at 6:04 pm
Thank you Mark, for the visit and compliment. 😆
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12/09/2011 at 6:15 pm
Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
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12/09/2011 at 6:57 pm
Bwahahaha, LOVE IT, Nancy. I have heard it before, but it deserves to be aired over and over again! Thank you! 😆
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12/09/2011 at 9:06 pm
Some people are a lot easier to read than others too!
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13/09/2011 at 2:30 am
Oh, you’re so right, BV! I can’t imagine what it would be like if everyone was an open book… 🙂
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12/09/2011 at 10:16 pm
I think the eyes which stand out here are the eyes of experience, Denise.
A salutary verse, which makes one think.
thank you.
John
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13/09/2011 at 2:33 am
Oh yes, John. And, of course, there are critical eyes too! Thanks for such a thoughtful contribution… 😀
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13/09/2011 at 10:31 pm
The repetition takes the emotion in this poem full circle, Adeeyoyo, through trust, realization and finally mistrust and disillusion – very cleverly done.
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14/09/2011 at 1:20 am
Thanks Bb… but we mustn’t let ourselves remain disillusioned. 🙂
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15/09/2011 at 4:39 am
Very well said. I like this a lot. It’s hard to control emotion in the eyes in the sense of trying to hide something and I think eyes tell us a lot about the truth of a situation. I also have a thing about people with beady eyes. They have a half-shuttered look as if they can’t be trusted. Excellent poem!
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15/09/2011 at 7:35 am
Ha, yes Selma, cold, almost calculating, difficult to see what they’re thinking or even whether they are friendly or not! Sometimes it’s difficult not to judge people by how they look…
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16/09/2011 at 11:01 am
I’m a bit late to the party, google reader is chasing me around the room. If I don’t always comment it’s because I have nothing of value to add to the discussion, sometimes ‘like’ says it all. I like this poem.
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16/09/2011 at 11:17 am
It is nice to know if someone likes one’s work though… Sometimes the response is so slow that I’ve thought I shouldn’t have posted. But after just one or two ‘positives’ I cheer up no end! I think I need the validation, lol! Thanks Mark.
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