Poems Of Any Length

[Queso]

Ostara

come and go

Breathe light

moon child

and awake my

sleepy Kundalini.

[Queso]

How many numbers

before they all melt?

[Queso]

I just became Balance,

and the glass

I carried swiftly whilst rolling

like twelve vee's of Royce

through the night-

Not to wake the others, you see-

 

Knot to wake them up.

 

 

 

Thus, I became the Balancer,

and the holder of the glass,

which was part 2

of the fractal of awareness I spiraled into

[LaurieAG]

Noble sirs,

exercise thy renowned might,

honour thine agreement with the Green knight,

tis his by right.

 

Do not be unnerved,

justice shall be served,

while accolades are undeserved and truthful valour is reserved.

 

Qualms about the justice of fate,

carry no weight on this judgement date,

pious fervour, too late.

 

Come now and cement the agreed pact,

that ye have enacted through use of his multi-faceted axe.

 

Once ye have availed of its plentiful resource,

there is nay recourse,

ye have chosen thine course.

[LaurieAG]

You can have your magic beans Jack,

your children are hungry and we need the cow back.

 

The lack of just terms and equitable or fair pacts,

expose all crooked beanstalks to concerted attacks.

 

Unless obsessive cycles are stopped in their tracks,

our towns will again be as flat as tacks.

 

You have been too trusting Jack,

your childrens futures remain black,

while current problems compound through lack.

 

Struggle earnestly against the pack,

repudiate rights to depreciatingly retract,

as giants fortress lie ripe for sack.

 

For only fair shares of the golden goose Jack,

will save beanstalks and giants from the axe.

[Loricybin]

accelerate, accelerate, accelerate further

faster

ignore your legs burning.

 

you need to skate faster.

ignore the fact that you're passing cars to your left.

the terrible feeling is still in your stomach and you don't know why,

but you're momentarily convinced that if you reach a high enough speed,

you can leave your problems chasing you in the wind.

 

 

louder, louder, louder volume.

more

ignore your ears screaming.

 

you need the music louder.

ignore the fact that the headphones are wedged as deep as they'll go, and the volume is up as high as it's built to.

the terrible feeling is still in your stomach and you don't know why,

but you're momentarily convinced that if you can just get the music loud enough, you can drown out the voice in your head crying.

 

 

give everyone a dirtier look,

maybe you'll intimidate people enough to feel confident again.

 

skate less rationally, run more solid red lights.

maybe you'll eventually feel alive again.

 

scream more.

that seems to be really helping, doesn't it?

 

keep mumbling terrible nothings to yourself.

that seems to be a terrific method of maintaining your sanity.

 

you **** up.

worthless piece of ****.

get over yourself.

[Queso]

wow you are intense.

[Tarantism]

tip toe along the line

further into the glare of sol

if you go left, then you had to go that way.

 

right cannot be wrong, either...

 

i find myself swimming in the deepest sea

of whirling infinity

amorphous,

at peace.

[LaurieAG]

Quarter wits view things from one perspective alone,

while half wits see things in two colour monochrome.

 

Three quarter wits see things in a third way,

while few can see all four colours anyway.

 

Some entirely witless unfortunates,

totally devoid of any original thoughtfullness,

champion judgements made through threequarter wits cautiousness.

 

Witless advice from three quarter wits is unfit,

when it recommends promoting quarter wits, to wit.

 

Soon all the halfwits appear very blue,

only one shade of colour when previously there were two.

[Loricybin]

throw your hand away from me.

lazer guided accusing fingers no longer needed.

 

zero flow.

discontent.

disremember yourself.

 

detached.

[InfiniteNow]

Samurai Song

 

When I had no roof I made

Audacity my roof. When I had

No supper my eyes dined.

 

When I had no eyes I listened.

When I had no ears I thought.

When I had no thought I waited.

 

When I had no father I made

Care my father. When I had

No mother I embraced order.

 

When I had no friend I made

Quiet my friend. When I had no

Enemy I opposed my body.

 

When I had no temple I made

My voice my temple. I have

No priest, my tongue is my choir.

 

 

-- Robert Pinsky (former US Poet Laureate)

[Queso]

Zen

[Michaelangelica]

Dreaming, I made a poem.

"Go for your dream!", it started.

Waking, I remembered only a soft breeze like the sigh of a kiss

had moved the wings of a butterfly.

The whole world moved.

I dreampt on, never seeing my world had changed.

Michael Bailes 3 May 2007

[Loricybin]

so motherly is the female

digging on the baby nearby.

the girl, she looks at the wee

the same way i do.

 

i see they are being ignored,

and i decide to put-mine-in.

my-in-put.

i teach, by experience,

with children.

i love kids.

 

they are so fun to guide,

to play with, so innocent.

their imaginations so rich.

-

untainted.

 

perfect sponges for the mess of reality,

of potential,

of future.

soak it up little ones.

 

you're our future.

amazingly.

[Queso]

Full moon passes over.

new strings I set in place

above thy rosewood.

Citrus juices have been

extracted for this moment, which is absorbed

by thine fretted neck for tones which are mathematically aligned

and bent rythmically by mind.

 

I've grown up . .

and like a Banyan

I find my ways back down

into windless dirt.

 

The soft groan of planetary resonance . .

and I can still feel the moon as she passes over

every slow ritual ever performed

:cat:

[Moontanman]

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT, A TOP A CACTUS TOWER

GROWS A BUD, SWELLING LARGER, SOON TO BE A FLOWER

 

NO ONE BUT ME SEES THE BEAUTY, OF THE DESERT TREE

IN THE BLISTERING SUN, ONLY I, FORESEE THE FANTASY

 

IN THE UNFORGIVING HEAT, THUNDER HEADS SPREAD AND GROW

DRIVING RAIN FALLS, A RARE EVENT, IN THIS LAND I KNOW

 

THE TOWER OF SPINES DRINKS, WATER STORES HAVE BEEN LOW

UNTIL IT IS HEAVY WITH LIQUID, SHOULD IT DARE TO GROW?

 

LATER, WHEN THE SUN HAS SLID OVER THE LOW DESERT HILLS

ONLY THEN DOES THIS GIANT SHOW IT'S BEAUTIFUL FRILLS

 

THE BUDS OPEN, SLOWLY ONE BY ONE, FRAGRANT AND SWEET

GROWING HEAVY WITH NECTAR, CALLING NIGHT FLIERS TO MEET

 

THEIR LEATHERY WINGS, FLUTTER IN THE ICY STAR LIGHT

THEIR TONGUES PROBE THE BLOSSOMS SWEET INNER DELIGHT

 

AGAIN AND AGAIN, THEY VISIT, TONGUES LAPPING NECTARS SWEET FIRE

THE CACTUS STANDS IMMOBILE, UNABLE TO SHOW ITS SATED DESIRE

 

WHEN THE SUN RISES ON ANOTHER DAY HOT AND MUCH DRYER

THE CACTUS BLOOMS ENCLOSE THE GIFT, BROUGHT BY THE NIGHT FLIER

 

THE FLIERS HAVE DELIVERED LIFE, BEGUN ANEW IN THE FLOWER

THE CACTUS HAS GIVEN ITS JUICES, PURE AND SWEET, ATOP IT'S TOWER

 

BOTH HAVE BENEFITED FROM THIS EXCHANGE, MINDLESS PASSIONS SATED

CAN ANYONE EXPECT AS MUCH, FROM FRIENDS OR LOVERS, WE HAVE MATED?

Michael Hissom

[Queso]

and then orbsycli comes up with a hatchet it's a clean swipe.

I'm going to despine you...

Tear off your xylum.

After wilting in days of intense sunshine,

I will pulverize you. All with love.

My mesa awaits your gaian breath.