Dots of sheer brilliance
they wave a sputtering wand
marking the seaside.
Brief but beguiling,
a sprinkle brings too much,
tears splatter your eyes.
Mosaic magic
intertwined lines on canvas,
all over the map.
Waves of wispy wings
playing touch with a high tide,
explosive ocean.
Flashing fireflies on the shore,
blink brightly forevermore.
when we have a heart
always will know from the start
we would never part
we had an instinct
which we knew would be distinct
will become extinct
a mighty mishap
in buildings bodies became trapped
all over the map
All's good, I say, today is the greatest, by Jove!
Time's now to swear oaths of fealty to the Rover,
No more the poor witness sunk in some sacred grove.
Those supposed lords of realty know nothing's over,
Merely pretenders attempting to hub the cap,
They knotted the strings, tried tying down the stray flaps,
How they tried! They searched, they spread all over the map,
But, they'll greet the Comedian's own deaf'ning claps,
Seeing I'm the Jester, I'll crown myself by feel.
This deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure wrapped round his own heel.
I'm spitting rind, all will know me by my grounded peal,
I'm the crusader, caped, made majestic with zeal.
Not unlike lightning, here comes my bolt-clawed eagle,
Funny how telling jokes crowns the one who's regal.
Poets are all over the map,
Spreading around the whole wide world;
They write in various languages,
Different thoughts they have unfurled.
Gadgets are all over the map,
Scattered over a great distance;
They can be used in daily life
By man at any given chance.
Love is all over the map,
Dwelling in the hearts of people
Who sow peace, compassion, and care
For each and every human soul.
Knowledge is all over the map,
Easy to find from the website;
Just connect to the Internet,
An information is in sight.
Propagation of the true faith
Is without hiatus or gap;
The real Church Of Christ membership
Is clearly all over the map.
She was all over the map
In feelings, and terror
Of things that could happen
She could not be contained.
The best of us tried.
The screaming
The shrieking
The terror
It was all real
To her.
Her
Madness
Only made
Sense to
Those who
Were
Also consumed
By the same
Type of
Madness.
The demons
Unleashed
Could never
Be calmed
Again.
We
Tried
But we could
Not relate.
None of
Us had
Ever experienced
This insane type
Of Wildness.
It takes a special
Dose of abandonment
And neglect to
Create this level
Of distrust
And
Self-protection.
It takes a special
Child to live
Through this
Kind of
Crazy.
She was
Consumed
With mad,
And none
Of us could
Help her
Because
There
Was no
Way to
Relate.
No reference
Points, as none
Of us had
ever experienced
This kind of
Wild.
She had to
Be given
Paints and
Inks and
Learn to settle
Herself down,
In her own
Way,
In her own
Time, creating
Her own kind of
Wild.
Poems Are Definately Democratic
My poems definitely did become democratic;
While hearing Trump raising so much static;
Commotion caused,
With his small paws;
Being terrible had been his biggest tactic.
Trump has not only confiscating the clover,
He sure had been screwing all of us over;
Sunny and bright;
No not tonight,
And even is an obvious orange hair grower.
Trump skinned a coon and made into a cap,
And trouble he caused is all over the map;
To north ponted;
Finger disjointed;
Still has been learning how to cut the crap,
Jim Horn
Have I?
Captured you?
Rapture’d you?
I stare at you
The moon at my back
Wine dripping as blood
Life dripping from your soul
My red hair shines and glows
My Naughty thoughts so sublime
I will devour you
I will make you
Make you be who you are
Make you howl like a wolf in the night
Pleasures as you have never known
Caressing upon your chest
My love, we have no time at all to rest
In peace, just yet
Do you see me, full of your essence?
I smile at our fate of the evening time
I know in the end
All the pleasure I bring to you
You oh great love will return ten fold
I will moan like a satisfied feline
We have accomplished what our tribes said was not
Allowed or possible
Hold me dear
Hold me forever
As we plunge
Together in the depths of love
And leave this world
Forever
Notes: This poem was all over the map, and finally I molded it after the famous Romeo and Juliet.
As a follow up
to my poll on seeing
electrons, I have to share with everyone a
conversation I had with my son yesterday.
In discussing the electron issue,
we talked about what things would look like if you were a photon.
We decided that you would be at a mall,
staring at a map of the universe.
There would be dots all over the map,
each one saying,
"You are here."
Well, we
thought it was funny!
Isaac
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