Abstraction Poems

"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some, it ushered in a new...Read More

He left his favorite asset with me to calm down the silent pain.

February 2nd, 2020...Read More

We are all walking each others home, not knowing
is a profound statement by a great teachers bestowing.
The projections of inherit reflections,
reveals itself in that individual social connection.
The golden love silk attraction,
the seeking of blind self in others abstraction.
The salvation in...Read More

You say, I’m too far, 
towards the far side?
It’s a hazard of my left-handedness,
that I see the logic in abstraction.
Worlds lay within worlds
and colors bleed personality;
Oh, it may be distasteful
in the world of mathematics
to give a square five sides;
not in...Read More

Is consciousness emergent,
or de facto zero sum

Is what we know about ourselves,
a walk or more a run

A lion knows to chase a deer,
but not the reason why

The truth inherent in abstraction,
lost upon the fly

As man continues onward,
his psyche then will...Read More

Days wild like madness,
Or wanton gladness!
Like passion,
And fashion,
Starlight ration.
Like sunbeams,
And moon dreams.
Like attraction,
Sunset's abstraction!
Blooming meadows,
Hypnotic rainbows!
Like sadness,
And badness;
Like weather,
And heather.
Like a forest,
Cricket chorus!
Wild like mystery,
And history,
Telling a story,
Of morning glory!
Wild days like magic,
Like laughter,
Like the roses,
Like panthers,
Like lovers.
Wild like the...Read More

A large oak amid resplendent waves,
many a raging tempest it has braved.

Now beneath palette of chromatic sky
magic waves of light go lilting by.

Refulgent incandescence in abstraction;
alluring scintillation, gifts satisfaction.

Nimbus’s heartbeats in hues of elation;
billow of watercolors, a picturesque sensation.

Harmonic is...Read More

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On a friendly mission we arrived
Willing and ready to extend,
Our hand to the people of earth
I came to this planet as a friend 
From my home which is Planet Mars,
President and...Read More

flashes of light
                      fanciful
               ...Read More

On ever  rushing glowing light;
Surprised by the ultimate
Immersed through the waters bright
multiple cellular truculent covenant

How Nature's passion stirs up my reactions
Climate change so disarray
Expense this year abstraction
Humanities collusion illusions ballet

Pollution the solution is more
Try cold blackened Calais airways
Environmental forces...Read More

The receding light of the diffuse past, 
falling on the slices of the broken dreams
leaves the morose life under the blue beams
of the time present, the shadow of gloom it casts.

Living the past chasing mirage of shadow
of construed delight or...Read More

cuz poisonous toxins sting like scorpions
severely crimping ability to sit down absorption
radiating throughout every
cell guaranteeing abstention
against hidebound contract, no

ifs, ands, nor but tucks
whereby mood linkedin
to nihilistic abstraction
particularly as quasi pincers jabbed
like sharp serrated knives acceleration

guaranteed, where bum rapped cheekily
prospective hemorrhoids...Read More

When meaning becomes enslaved
by abstraction
—your Poem is lost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) 
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What do I hear?
The sky has fallen!
The bluish glass that made it
Lies shattered.
Who will now mend that glass?
Where would the birds fly
And the clouds meet?
There will be no nights,
No days either;
There will be no moon
And the stars,
No pensiveness, 
No dreams,
No...Read More

Splatters of paint on 
a canvas and a cosmic;
portrait comes to life.

Dancing clouds disperse
light creates abstraction, it’s
universal art.

Gallery worthy
pixilation dancing at
universal ball.
...Read More

Woman with spineless dresses 
And men with sleeveless shirts,
Boys with Scary custom's 
And girls with gentle toys,
Crying babies, and singing cats 
Dogs born from the dark:
So they bark to be heard,  

No bones and whistles for wolves,
No man's best...Read More

Standing on the crest of my life
Reached with punch and some fire
Wonder I still, what the squeal 
Of the gate closing be like
Carrying as it might be 
A message lurking 
That the years of indulgence
Of running as free as a...Read More

...Then, of course, there is the idea
that people are nothing but groups,
whether lumped by skin or income
there’s nothing further from the truth.
A group is but an abstraction,
it’s the one where the sovereignty lies.
Think individuals can’t effect change?
Just ask President forty-five.

Or...Read More

A crude tool, 
scraped out of the corpses of the animate.
Smooth frame, end weighted yet a hollow core.
With surgical precision
rugged strokes of intent forms beings abound.
Drowned by the tidal wave of compulsion
and espoused with approximation.
It’s function will be debased,
with the...Read More

Bogglers, (consumption, distraction)

The snog boggler's of lower snoop
are really rather dull
spending time smoking duur
eating till they're full

bogglers ne'er read to pass the time
but engrossed in snog delusion
fascinating really the boggle mind
if not a tad confusing

We all boggle up and down
sometimes...Read More

(Holding fire and water together) 
I don't know why the rain keeps writing the 
name of Nigeria on the ground in every corner. 
I don't know why we are this broken and 
tortured like the fragments of the dust. 
I...Read More

Who says a tree is bent, not straight, kinked?
For there are no straight lines in nature.
A line is a human abstraction, a connection between points.
Look around, all of nature is curves, coils, gnarls and bumps.
It's true that some spikes and...Read More

Bogglers, (consumption, distraction)

The snog bogglers of lower snoop
are really rather dull
a spending time smoking duur
and eating till they're full

Bogglers ne'er read to pass the time
but engrossed in snog delusions
fascinating really the boggle mind
it's said, a tad confusing

We all boggle up...Read More

he licked the carving knife at every meal
the old gods hovered close
he knew who they were and furthermore
why they want to be real so badly
consequently only the curious will ever
make sense of this enmanglement
letters of marque available upon inquiry
so many...Read More

 Parallel Lives  

Is there such thing as living two separate lives?
I lived in a vale called the “Valley of the cobblers” were everyone
wore wooden clogs, a dead giveaway if you have been out late,
I have many friends there...Read More