Best Angular Poems
fall's angular sun
breaks through dark clouds luminous....
golden sunflower
Maximillian Sunflower made my day!!
Spiritual physical
preparedness circumstansual
Intellect unimaginable
Rightousness unequivocal
Ingathering aptitude
Trinity refining me..'
fall's angular sun
tops pecan tree''s limbs
crow rides tender branch
at the end of the right angle,
your brain function seems unattractively acute,
and the putridity and the pungency is quite obtuse
something happened between the early period and the now
it is as if you watered down your morals and accept anything that comes
you changed your hair, your presentation, your reaction, and your choice of friends
i seem to have fallen into the trapezoid and the isosceles triangles of life with you
each curve is sharp and the focus has no clear purpose
i am tempted to go back to the cooler center where 45 connects with 45
maybe then i will be able to breathe easier because the temperature coming from nowadays you is not working in this spherical hemisphere of me
it is getting so that now there is no common ground at the midpoint
i just end up passing you by as you make yet another attempt to keep my attention
totally uneven is our overall ebb and flow
Spring's angular rising sun
Cast shadows upon the plants
The still air carries spring sounds
Roosters' crows, doves' coos, deers' pants
There's been no rain for about a month
Puddles have dried , springs survive
The creeks still run to the river
Plants and wildlife seem to thrive
I'm thankful for continuity
God takes care of His own
His creation hasn't ended so far
It's on a path and has grown
Angular sunlight danced on the placid waters of the steel-gray lake. Those waters damned up upon picturesque farm are for cattle and their plentiful young calves to drink. Not only one such farm along our route to a restaurant where we'll eat a late lunch. We passed through countryside dotted with multi-shaded green trees in early leaf, shrubs in the same stage of development, and flowers in bud or bloom. The dogwoods are nearly in full blossom, redbuds lovely lavender, only outdone by the peach orchards in full bloom, in spots white iris lovely, delicate petals reach for every ray of spring's sunbeams. Small garden plots ploughed for years, maybe even centuries still exist on some of these farms.
deep furrows
in spring's garden....
my love for you
All along the way sometimes with every few yards, maybe then a few miles, there is something new to see revealing the good earth once again coming alive. Much more precious is the beauty which God has given to man since our captivity in our homes because of the highly contagious virus. How blessed am I to have a nice view from my kitchen window which opens doors to life in a different form.
engine housing on
porch ceiling fan....
mud dabbing birds nest
I will be able to enjoy this bird family all spring and into summer as they care for the eggs, then the young, and then see the fledglings leave an empty nest. Now the male stays close only leaving to get food. He will be on a limb on the ground from the last storm, then on the birdbath, or a little farther away on the fence with a bug in his beak.
spider lilies grow
rain lilies' leaves emerge....
candle moth seeks light
At the end of a lovely spring day.
Contest: Springtime Haibun
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
Date Written: 03/31/2021
Your Long Angular Feet
You don’t know me, but
I been riding here in this trundling lounge car
for two hours now, watching
you and your long angular feet,
while rumbling over these burdened tracks,
to silent Garden City, up there in Kansas
on the high wheat plains, sky bound!
I been wondering what your name is.
Alas, it is really none of my business,
but your silent intuitive look,
your expressive knowing gaze,
has intrigued me with repentant ambivalences, and
guilty acknowledgements within my mind,
far beyond any understandable explanation,
far beyond the passing distant New Mexico mountains,
as they inertly move with silent dogged violence,
out there, in the whirring passing blur,
beyond these curving airy Amtrak eyes,
of blue tint and orange penetrating glare,
wrought with distorting apparitions of yellow
and green wheezing monsters of morning light,
with the Super Chief masticating eastern miles,
like a termite boring ferociously, slashing
into the railroad ties of unyielding time;
And so we sit, staring out this bubble window in the sun,
and I been wondering about you.
I been believing you’re educated, I can tell,
by the look of your pursed lips,
indicative of past heartbreaks and meltdowns;
and I been believing you’re a democrat,
by your descending, unhearing stare,
indicative of past arguments with fools
who sleep near obelisks, set in old stone.
And as you gaze far away
through the lounge car windows,
deep into New Mexico, its heart and rocky soul,
I wonder what you’re remembering there,
smiling, at peace with your intended purpose.
It was really nothing to me or anyone else,
nothing earth-shaking or profoundly circumstantial,
but you got off in Albuquerque,
you and your long angular feet,
and you walked away, like a dead person
in an old film reel.
I
mucho akimbo, all elbows and knees,
sudden as summer rain, white as paper,
he falls thorugh doors and windows;
then,
closed like a shop on Sunday,
window eyed, still as a nightbrook,
a dry wheel under clouds; silent
The sun rises south
A little later each day
Fall's angular sun
As a chill tinges each leaf
Blue Jay sings thanks_eats acorns
Early morn sun angular cast
Light on verdant grass and leaves
A swallow dips catching bugs in flight
As the poet enjoys cool breeze
At least the porch is large and wide
Plenty room for all to come
But everyone is locked away
Wish each come visit some
Only way I can share my thoughts
Is through this poem penned
I hope you can absorb as read
Now I have got to end
Prying avians
appearing over the scene
angular plumage