Best Centimeters Poems
“It” embraces “togetherness”
Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl
“It” would speak in aggressive audible banter,
As if crystallized bullhorns were
Strapped
Onto unwelcome seating arrangements
No boundaries.
No consideration.
No apologies.
Yet, their measurement of pride
Coagulates into withered centimeters
While seducing unscented tulips
With impoverished protractors
And tattered encyclopedias
An unsatisfied square root with no common denominators,
Lacking
No (re)solutions.
Does “it” see colors when they build a façade of deteriorating vowels?
Or is their blood alcohol level tested
By walking on borrowed heels
And pickup lines made of disappearing ink,
Purchased in bulk
Could they realign high hopes while riding on constipated high horses?
Hoping to veer towards whimsical sunsets,
With silver medal’s soul mate,
Drinking from another cracked bowl of pretentious vapors
Feeble attempts to take the hand of any “available” heartbeat,
Hoping they can slow dance to their newly, hand-written
“Woe is me” Polka ballad
Another baby put in the corner
Another bounced reality check
Another hunt for rebounded bliss within conceptual kiss
No hope -> Know hope
No love -> Know love
No better -> Know better
An educated tragedy is their only flirtatious lyric.
©Drake J. Eszes
A small beautiful spring flower
Wood anemone, only seven to twenty centimeters long
An adorable little lady with white dress and yellow hair
A beauty for the eye you can not deny
A star blanket you will enjoy
That it is poisonous we all know
But you should not eat it, just look and smell
Old herbal doctors say it can be used as medicine
Rheumatic pains, toothache, warts, freckles and sunburn
I will pick a big bouquet put them in a vase with water
and not use it on my aching tooth or my freckles
28.04.2016
- Sun :)
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Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...
AA TO DF, THE COMPLETE LIST
AA automobile association – UK’s best
AB Alberta - Canadian province in the west
AC electric currect alternating
AD anno domini - yearsafter Christ’s coming
AE famous poet real name George William Russell
AF air force as in RAF - and USAF as well
Ba barium – a chemical element
BB Brigitte Bardot - attracted every gent
BC years before Christ the Lord
BD as in CHMN. of the BD. = board
Be beryllium an element much in use
BF bloody fool - in UK , polite abuse
Ca California – beaches, suntanned crowds
Cb cumulonimbus clouds
CC cubic centimeters (as in 500cc motorbike)
CD compact disc. Or cadmium if you like
CE civil engineer (professional designation)
cf means “compare” (Latin abbreviation)
Da = Russian for “yes”
Db decibels - measure of sound, I guess
DC is where Obama works his activity
DD doctor of divinity
De = French for “of” or “from”
DF direction finder - for a plane with a bomb
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Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "A.C, D.C.. A.D., B.C."
I saw what we would look like:
Those two Lilies living lively in close proximity;
So close, in fact, their identical buds stare into
their mere reflections of passionate pastal smiles
and blushing petals like the powdered cheeks of a middle school affectionary -
A glimpse of us displayed
in the large field - two Dandelions
uncommonly rooted within centimeters of each other,
Close-cornered so in that their seeds,
Like an arranged marriage, coupled in the wind's
breasting breeze -
Yet as sure as death, to be split by unsure currents and rushes
of High and Low pressures.
Known Pressures;
I thought I caught a glance
Of what possibly could've been there-
growing azaleas
masked by a single magnolia:
self-infatuated, blinded by selfish desire (or wishful thinking)-
an image of what
we were to be.
I grew up with inches, yards, miles, and feet.
I knew the difference, it was easy, and neat.
But today I am far behind in the dust because
Metric scale is what the new math does.
Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha.
Pencil thickness is about one centimeter. Rah Rah Rah.
Ten Millimeters is one centimeter, reminds me of cents to a dollar.
I may be catching on, so I stand up and holler.
One hundred thousand centimeters is a kilometer, friend.
One hundred centimeters is a meter, did you know that, Uncle Ben?
Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha.
Paper thickness is way less than a centimeter. Rah Rah Rah.
Now I think of my recipes. Did they change the tablespoon too?
Do I have to worry about cups, pints, and gallons for my glue?
I used to know my measurements, but everything is new.
Don’t even show me the rest of the new math. It is a boo hoo.
Your belly has grown so big, the glow on your face is priceless, your hair so vibrant, I love the smile on your face when you feel your little one kicking, I love it when you crave weird foods, everything is going well, you are 8 months now, you look like you are going to pop, your feet swell, your in the bathroom more than the toilet bowel is, you can not wait for this to be over, your almost 9 months now you feel a wetness on your chair, it is time, you rush, you prepare, but you never seem to have everything, your at the hospital, your about 3 centimeters dilated, there is still some time to go, your patient, you waited this long, your 7 centimeters, 8, and 9, you hope it is almost time, you feel like you want to push, you push, and push, you hear the baby cry, you believe that things are okay, because that is what you were told, so it is time to say goodbye, you are tired and need some sleep, you hold your baby for some time, you pass him to the nurse, she sings him a lullaby, you fall asleep, your sleep was dreamless, but you are now awaken in a nightmare that will never end, your baby is in a forever sleep, but how could this end, it just all began, you do not know what happen, you heard his cry, you touched him, he opened his eyes, so why is he gone, from this day you will forever be changed, you held your true love tight before the nurse took him away, you blamed yourself, you question your actions, but it was not your fault, this just sometimes happens, you try to move on with your life, but that becomes difficult, you smile but you are frowning inside, you try to make things right, you try to hide your pain, but everyday you live in sorrow, I know that you are not perfect, but you need to look forward to tomorrow, you can not change what happened, you carried a little angel for 9 months long, then God took him so fast, maybe he has special plans for him, in heaven he is having a blast, even though you do not have him with you, I know that he loves you so, because I saw the way he looked at you, this is something that I know, you are the best mom in the world, I am so glad that he atleast got to meet you, it is not easy to carry on like you do, with the positive attitude that you show, I know one thing for sure, your the strongest mom I know.
I can see different patterns
of milky-way galaxies deep
in her eyes, as she gives me
an infectious smile which can
give life back to withered flowers
She is telepathic, for she can read
the love I have for her deep in my mind
Walking she does not; she levitates a few
centimeters above the ground, without even
moving a muscle
She uses a device that can create a hologram
of whoever she is communicating with, either
in this solar system or other distant galaxies
and dimensions
She can teleport at will as long as she holds
her necklace that seem to be flaming, but not burning
her neck
Alas! Alas! Many statues of her I've seen in Egypt,
Greece and Far East, being regarded as a goddess,
I remember
.........'' a very beautiful goddess came to this Earth
with the Sun-god Ra, riding on a radiating chariot....''
are the surviving literature I see of her
Today I'm one of the lucky few to get on her chariot
and pierce through time across the deep space,
to see civilizations of those who work with psycho-kinetic
facilities and powers, they have harnessed from the center
of their respective galaxies, which acts like a natural engine
Good bye, Earth,
Good bye, fellow Earthlings....
What do I look like?
I am being honest, no seriously I am
When I smile my ears go down.
I have a sparkle in my eyes that proves I don’t wear contacts
My dimples each hold perfectly one half of a frozen pea
I do not have crow’s feet, although…..
A nose by any other name would describe mine
I am five foot, 6 no five, wait, no four, no six ( I like to play)
I don’t own a set of scales that work properly (no woman does)
Barbie’s clothes would not fit me, I think her size is in centimeters.
I do not like strong smelling aromas, They cause wrinkles.
I have a complexion close to when I was a baby,
it was wrinkled then too!
The most attractive part of me would be my husband.
(Everybody together say..AH!)
I am French, Cherokee, and Scotch-Irish.
Guess that makes me a Sexy Native American Foreigner with Skills
I love to laugh; you can actually see me giggle, (no not like Santa)
My hair complements my scalp.
My Great Grandfather once told me:
If they can’t use your comb: don’t bring them home,
I didn’t listen. My husband is bald!
I always wanted to be tall, and smart.
God smiled and made me witty and itty-bitty.
Love to you all!
WINTER MAGIC
Winter bites at the heels of November,
A stronger lead up I can’t remember.
Snow is piling up in centimeters,
Wind speaks in iambic pentameter.
A tiara trees triumphantly wear,
Starlings by the flock do come here to stare.
The North is full of impractical weather,
With the Solstice comes new snowy feathers.
Darkness brings a calm and being alone
I slip on December, chilled to the bone,
Embrace the magic in curtains of light.
In that quiet moment of second sight,
‘Neath Aldebaran and the silver Moon
I bow to the spirits, feel my heart swoon.
Dec 28/2016
70 centimeters
is the world's shortest man
but he is sufficiently long
for a warm embrace.
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CharlaXFabels
CharlaX
Eye the fabulist fabelist maker of dreams for ewe still remember the poem eye
wrote where eye mentioned the fact that eye think they are liners for birdcages
the most that people have been to me is nice there was a few Christians who
liked some of my poetry for JESUS. This is not a fable in the puerile sense of the
word. BUT this ewe is a giant dandylion poem eye make them bleed eye scritch
and scratch them and twist the ending oblong into infinity. Eye feel a need to
defend myself to my detractors after all even CharlaX had a mother. It was more
than that a family eye had a place to eat a room to sleep. An important man is
never needed until the end too late to make the needed differences. Pomp and
pestle pistle listed they sent my picture eye won a contest all they wanted was for
me to buy a lot of plaque. FlaX and cotton homespun medley lay upon the
CharlaX belly nice long drinks in the afternoon writing a poem making a fabel
swan it leans this way and that way falling to pieces and parts of words become
gentle rain long dripping drops of waterial motion lapping at shadows of love.
Fancy markings of worded pleasures for years of estranger in the wooded glen
fords and glen glens. The caterpillar tracks in the proper syntax is a Diatribe.
Nominal feeds paid out and lost in space with gasses let loose that rival skunks
in size and areal width the size of that thing just look Ethel the size of that thing in
centimeters all alone would equal the lower belt of corn in the Midwestern state
of Iowa they called CharlaX to come he wielded his Hermann Maurice axe phone
and refused to budget a car rental he does not hitch hike anymore he walks back
and forth from one glorious day into the next of time come forth thou CharlaX from
the grave concerns of formidable returns on investments given in earnest
anticipations of reaped rewarded inclinations please come to Kansas and chop
the wheat down with your western ax make bread for all the millions of the crew.
The penny tossed in air so heated by debated frenzy of the sharkless few was
tails a lucky brake for yew.
My best friend, my love I lost by train
apart in two cities, we cried in anguish.
Letters of love never reached her,
letters of love never reached him.
Train departed so I could see you one last,
snowstorm pushed away my arrival.
Nightfall stroke the sky, I hoped you were there,
late night dulled my vision, surprised you were here.
Five centimeters per second is I had left of time,
embrace your warmth of the open flame,
a kiss too quiet and mellow.
I shudder my icy face, watched yours glow.
Echo of a moving train, I shall leave
I hope to feel that warmth from you someday.
Sunshine flowers fairies residency established nifty pixies paradoxically complexed; termed nocturnal.
Gnomes way my magic mushroom.
In my magic garden,
You see.
Fairies coloring gnomes playing hide-n-go-seek—Why I wicker baskets lined organic paper sheathe.
Basking sunshine only stones throw away from mush made verdure.
Mushrooms of dark purple magic record inches tall/divided merely centimeters width multitude.
Cultivation combined dehydration, supremest eruct seismic expansion.
Enlargement capacity mental trance gigantic, titanic moNSTR0SIty
Comparably selfish in reality are minuscule.
The other hand's on specially unique by human normalcy size.
What we refer common little people
And
Little folk know how to party!
In my mushroom liturgy,
Trouble makes err shine sun upon may magistrate.
Fairies/pixies, even gnomes agree do little periled peeps throw one bright stoned look.
Beg your party mention not did how way cook?
6-26-16
The sun sets while the loyal footsteps
of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira
walks down from one corner of the house to another
in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call
out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance.
Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief
that is carried; ingratitude is ignored.
Selling pieces of herself for
their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing
for the dawn to come sooner.
The image of her likeness stands up,
and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil,
metamorphosing it into a modern art,
walking down the streets under the
sun of liberation.