Best Elliptical Poems
Species sundry sentential
Line the lost lowered loft
Whose weary wayward-ceiled
Roof raises itself over the lot:
The diverse specimen bottles of pharmaceutic potations,
Mortared and mixed as by the Hawthornean sawbones
And apothecary, yclept, poetically rendered: "The Quack Haunted."
(Aye,) Haunted and hunted he was, by that vile old crone,
Whose life he did not decrease one iota nor span,
With the ingested application of one of his odious elixirs,
By the harridan so quaffed.
Yet, the obstreperous host of the soldierly soldiery of dozens of nations,
Yclept herein by the appellation, "Plagiarism," they fairly encroach upon
The tableau naught but ominously.
And thus ominous be also the tone of this,
Which 'tis my most perfervid and prayerful hope that
'Tis utterly unclassifiable, unidentified and unidentifiable.
I do not care for the onerousness of being pinned down,
For living up to the hoary and draconian standards of the vast
Collect of poetry-of poetries.
This I will not brook.
(But before I end this ebullient and elliptical encomium,
I must turn once again to that species of alliterativeness that
Provided the nutriment for it and me: the "grist for my mill,"
As the archaic idiom has it: )
Therefore, these things
Have henceforth
Come casually
To their
End.
Form:
Consume not liquid lest you feel inebriation
The fat of this earth shall not pass your tongue.
While under the thrall of this passionless thing
Never again to know reality's touch.
Beware the effects
that will certainly occur.
The thoughts may cause some nausea
when you see the malady
mercurial and volatile
spinning straight into the sky.
Swallow whole this deliverance
and salivate with indifference.
Do not chew and do not crush,
and do not dare inhale the dust.
Someone over 200 pounds, start at the lowest setting
On an Elliptical Trainer can burn 400 calories, that's bed wetting!
Says the brochure
Gonna buy one for sure
Soon be a trim senior if my ticker doesn't start objecting
Someone over 200 pounds, for 30 minutes at the lowest setting
On an Elliptical Trainer can burn 400+ calories, that's bed wetting!
Says the brochure
Gonna buy one for sure
Soon be a slim trim senior, if my ticker doesn't start objecting
Canonical, orbit, elliptical, prodigal, crown
come back to me reasons and signs and be found in these
Stardust, Sirius, be the scourge of Thebes and of the Sirens of Hades on their knees
But not to service their own but to hide and be weak in thee
The Papyrus reeds wallow in the wind
the fowls skip amongst the mirages,
in the dirge of passion wind dale
in swoon in unfair/fare play in khartoum
In the hands of the divine to scale
Fields, through which the herd drives in dew
and weather it in his due well, oxen and Ewe
The sea flows out of the shore into undersea caverns of mines
The sun comes out from the horizon,
and gemuinely shines
the "sun is my light, and is at your door"
the moon and sun united, light ignites akin forever more
The sun shines from below and rises above like a Phoenix of radiating love
the moon and sun united, satellited relays moonlighting this trove
The moon is the compass to more than lunatics
the world shines forth on course to break the habits of Heretics
The void, the miasmic zone
The desert a monicker of mine to show
what on an empty canvas I can do, or to leave desolate as an epiphany to grow
Nomadic trackers seek me out in the signs
in the sands of
the
Mountains of the moon
they brave the desert to find, signs written in the dunes
Craters, calligraphy written of the Creator
the sands of time just rivulet capulet capitol letters
of loves endless sea where miracles are all the better
skylined wink of nursery bard story shine, on
the starlight makes the moon an adorned and pregnant bride, from the Sun
having a little me time as the nativity hears the tales
The sun, the moon and stars
they make nimbus across the sky as the Battle En tales
The stardust makes for night light, blink of the divine
to shine and shine and shine
the light of the stars, and fill the dark like fruit to the vine
Like star and moonglow on the desert snow
The moon and sun meet as two stars adjoined-to each other to know
in marriage,
one shines to, as the other beams, with child, aglow.
The ecliptic a carriage and around we go.
Family, children, Husband, Wife, Creator, its written in the stars.
Heaven a front row seat in a vast ampetheatre.
God has his actors His scripts and His laws, that plan for the Future.
They say their lines without flaw, learn to love!
The main attractions and the special features.
The morning light has broken
Upon the wall
outside
I watch it sharpen
While sipping coffee
It broadens
over
The walls entirety
Into a full gleaming twinkle
I sip
Feeling the vibration
here
in the concrete hades
Such loveliness
subdivided into pities and regrets,
radiating dark pain of disappointment,
on the face semi plastic caustic opaque
already smeared blood and venom.
but isn't everything the same?
I mean, our usual acid,
like the gray word clothed with edges,
or eyes that have given up the light,
our heavy presence in this fragile environment...
we already know very well
that the elliptical orbit of amazement is eternal,
a gravitational loop that attracts us
and then throws our self steem space away,
leaving us naked as savages,
clinging to the heat of lies
that warmed the ice of our failures.
(and is this endless walk through the sphere bathed by photons right?
this is the destiny, crossing all equators with bitten nails,
bloodshot eyes of someone who forgot to sleep and dream in the last century?
anger has only one facet and it is a deep black wound,
it scratches the sky and is a vertical and dizzying curse,
it is spear and dagger that stabs the air and draws tears from the dirty stars.
the universe was right to not allow me to fly
because I would be a kind of swift tragedy,
spewing radioactive sunflowers over every naive life like mine).