FORGOTTEN SHAPES
immovable
unpredictable
immaculately
&elusive
masked
anomalies
precarious
spectacles
muted
&undeniable
unending
endures
&replicates
capable
of
connections
becoming
attractive
imagery
sans
precedents
encountering
managed
imagery
attributing
to
synonymous
elegance
of
visual
visible
prosaic
expectations
&
possibilities
Sacred geometry all around abounds,
anomalies if any, faults on our part,
yet shifting into silence, presence rebounds,
whence we sense within, bliss ignition restart.
Vibrance of staid stillness is our resting place,
wherein doing nothing, we invoke God’s grace,
felt in the physical, rapture lyrical,
being but of course a divine miracle.
There he stands
Like a mighty warrior
Without a fight
Collecting awards
Flashing mobs
Radiating light
She carries a cup
Rides a borrowed horse
With a crown on her head
Armies run behind
The Earth trembles
As she proclaims fear and dread
Beings without form
Clothed in matter
With power unmatched
They shuffle the puck
Running the board
As their eagle is hatched
Deep in space
Anomalies revealed
Minds rise and fall
Science searches
Probes explore
Divining rods to question all
...on display
Written by Trudy Schrader
Walking down York Avenue,
A very urban block,
An odor had my senses piqued
And then I saw, in shock,
In front of a local restaurant
A pig turned on a spit.
With juices dripping down, it somehow
Didn’t seem to fit.
It’s not a sight I’ve ever seen,
Right out there on the street,
And though I’m sure that some would be
Excited by that meat,
To me, it registered as just
Another strange surprise,
For such anomalies are part
Of New York City’s guise.
I hope that those who feast on this,
A fresh-cooked Easter ham,
Are not as bothered by this
Street-side cookout as I am.
My Roots
Pluck at my green leaves
Devour my fruit with gusto
Hack at my bark all day
Carve your name on my trunk
My roots remain steadfast
Snip at my blossoms
Relish in its colours and scent
Stroke my buds and wait
Swing on my boughs with glee
My roots remain steadfast
This is my identity
This is what defines me
Makes me unique
Makes me bold
My roots remain steadfast
Clones are ubiquitous
My DNA is under attack
My companion mimics me
But could never be me
My roots remain steadfast
I am under scrutiny
My community of overseers
My society of critics
Searching for anomalies, imperfections
My roots remain steadfast
I absorb the nutrients and I grow
I draw life-giving water and thrive
It is with roots I survive
My generations of gripping roots
My roots remain steadfast
Blue Cheese and Old Pickles Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
A dish of disappointment
mocks the kitchen chef
two anomalies sitting on his cutting board
all in their glory, dumbfounded
... and unappetizing
plated for aliens and not humans
or for a horse that doesn’t know better
this recipe’s giving him the blues and he’s seeing red
where …
his yellow brick road has two strangers today
two lost food groups
arriving earlier in hearses
a funeral procession
mythically carrying the deceased to his kitchen foyer
… some blue cheese and an old dill
that are down for an undressing
of his bitter words
like, fudge, where’s the beef
… or better yet Mars is up there
as a cloud of despair hovers over the kitchen
not a spaceship as one might think
darkness begetting light
salt, pepper and garnishes spooked
… a ready barf bag crashes this meal
There are a lot of mysteries, anomalies and such,
things that seem to have no explanation why they are.
One of these (above the rest) that makes me wonder much -
is how the foolish crowd is made of people who are far
from being foolish on their own. Yes, people who are good.
Yet somehow when they’re in a group, mysteriously they change.
It’s something I suppose just really can’t be understood.
Yeah, something that is general and it’s nothing short of strange.
For every group of size (the more there are, the more it’s true)
is full of gossip, foolishness, and cold judgmental spite.
The group does things that what its members on their own would rue.
Collectively I guess they lose their sense of wrong and right.
And this anomaly has been the case throughout all time.
It’s something that will surely drag you down, if it’s allowed.
So maybe it is time to get yourself out of that line,
and make sure that you’re never part… of the foolish crowd.
Dave Crandall is a fella who is always in tune.
Don't believe it when they say he's crazy as a loon.
He's a vegetarian, so you might not relate
to the curious items that you find on his plate.
He loves to solve mind-bending math puzzles just for fun,
and whether you like it or not, he'll surely ask you one.
He's got the sense of a blow-up animal balloon.
His favorite thing to watch is a Betty Boop cartoon.
He likes black and white movies from nineteen thirty-nine,
and folk songs from sixty-two, like "kisses, sweeter than wine."
While these anomalies, you might not think are so great,
I think you will agree, he should gain a little weight.
Sincere apologies
Diabolical policy
My part in your life
losing its novelty
Babe magnet wannabee
Recurring anomalies
Quantity first and always above quality
Once a bronze blossom shone so sophisticatedly.
Flourishing in an oasis of tropical butterflies.
Its aura would emanate from enigmatic auroras.
Its roots nourished from the scents of petrichor.
Admirers would gather to gaze at such grandeur,
oblivious of poppies among common roses,
so the jealous sun in its narcissistic loneliness,
blazed with hell like rays, creating a drought.
In the inhuman illusion of synthetic flowers,
its petals withered like rustic wicker wreaths.
I stood helpless, as the wind left it exposed,
as lifeless buds began swirling in the air.
Only evergreen textures remain timeless.
An empty garden has no worth to birds or bees.
In the silence between seasons, so much is lost,
yet unique anomalies always leave memories behind.
Choosing
“How Odd of G-d,
To Choose the Jews”,
G-d’s not Odd,
The Jews chose G-d!
First Hashem then Barbara chose Chaim,
A Ger, How peculiar!
Anomalies, no Rhyme,
C. Wilson, MD for Mad Doodler,
But here Chaim Chose & Aligned!
The twinkle of an eye
blinks in the same time span as a bullet fired
and the casing hitting the floor
Birds’ wings flutter at different speeds
but a hummingbird’s wings are much faster
a cow’s skull hangs suspended from a vein from the gut of a cat
But a good life is found wherever one can find it
as flowers can grow anywhere
I like gardenias best, my favorite
In Las Vegas two crows sit on a well lit sign of a casino
a child asks his father do we have enough to eat
the father huddled in a drainage pipe says, “Yes, we do.”
A child in Ethiopia asks his father
will I have something to eat tonight, daddy
his father answers, “No, maybe tomorrow.”
Life in general is full of anomalies
Americans' world knowledge of real life is limited
And so it seems is compassion in many of its citizens.
she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I trust my instinct can it be misled
if its verisimilitude can I trust
being lifelike cannot be the whole answer
fakes can seem more actual than authentic
verifying requires a masters degree
some anomalies are true world or true life
says true fruit would they put fake fruit in the can
corporeality surely must exist
a physical body a truthful being
must be believed actual
As I lay under blankets of twinkling stars
I can't help but to feel so small in comparison
Galaxies await, untouched by the corruption of humans
So pure, so innocent, away from this rat race we created
I wish to retreat into baren icy wastelands
Where no one else dares to venture, in fear
The crystals of snow around me my company
The stars and auroras, my soulmates
Away from this world that we somehow give meaning to
Away from the greed and pollution that curse this planet
Away from the talons of the evil desires of men
Away from the city lights that ruin such charming sights
Let me be left there for every eternity that awaits
And when I die, may I be reincarnated as a constellation
Forever to be seen, but never to be touched
Hiding in the overwhelming void, light years away
But for now, I simply take refuge in the elements
The fierce arctic that drives most away, calls to me instead
For every creation of man cannot match the perfection of nature
In these divine anomalies I take shelter, and at the end of time, I smile
J ust. Applied; personal postivity acutely
A s grounded in effort to help humanity
P lacing poseys to alleviate humour
P rosecuting actual effort helpfully
A man among many, hurtful anomalies.'
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