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Eddy Ortega Poem
Through grass heft casket white
where green waits to swallow hard
the dreams of lovers and friends.
On a day the wind bullied clouds
skirts waved goodbye over bended knee
of hurt prayer and plea.
I saw the one whom knew
what none above could:
Peace.
Copyright © Eddy Ortega | Year Posted 2012
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Eddy Ortega Poem
My brain is filled with sticky stuff today
and thoughts will not come out.
Sorry sisters and brothers.
The want is within
and I try to nausea:
I pinch my nose purse my lips
shut tight my eyes and blow fish.
A hint of wit in the silly putty?
Something worth script?
No!
A metaphoric fart judders my cheeks.
Squeezed out is an empty wish
for metrical structure.
My head is hopeless.
Gummy; bare.
Forgive me Voltaire.
My brain is brim sticky
and I cannot share
a poem today.
Copyright © Eddy Ortega | Year Posted 2012
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Eddy Ortega Poem
A wish in well a childish measure
The one who does is rife with dolor
A wish for well and one loved to live
A pocket the crypt of penny for yen
To finger only shinny tiny coin
To heart and mind a hope to purloin
To wish in well do flip end for ends
On water are halos in circle
To sight a sea of bloom in ripple
The light is gold of sun on surface
The copper do twin the sheen above
Below scale of fish wink and twinkle
A Lincoln sinks his head moves to and fro
A Koi ogles the decent of yes and no
The carp is coy the coin is foreign to yen
The coin sets under Adam's ale
Its flop did hide Abraham's tale
Yea or nay a secret in Nemo's tomb
The wish for right left hands empty
The penny pocket on left left desolate
The wish the well a fools taurine mythos
Copyright © Eddy Ortega | Year Posted 2012
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