Best Experimental Poems
I'm not sure you can see this
But my life is an experiment
Where I try new things out every day
I wake up in the mornings
Most times without warning
Put my feet on the floor, then on my way
I talk with people I pass
Monitoring if they talk back
If I feel lead I'll even shake hands
With this I check my heart rate
Making sure to keep up the pace
Like a lab rat at sciences demand
I'll visit Delicatessens
Jotting down lessons
Of what I do and do not like
I do this for science
Where future generations might find it
Interesting that I always order pie
I've even fallen in love
Believe me science doesn't know enough
And I'm not sure they'll ever find that out with time
But I'll keep on experimenting
My life project I hope soon won't be ending
For the sake of science and all of mankind
randomness in art
essentially
a one-off experiment to suggest
a counterintuitive interpretation
In a visual representation
with the element chance
to bring spontaneity
thereby
liberating creativity from rational thought
becomes
full of surprise
open to different interpretations
revealing
visually striking
unexpected connections
of meaningful shapes
in
chance
imaginative conclusions
Now transition, a transit repositionment, a white car super-imposed with consumerist propaganda. Long rectangular prism solid moving, propelled by inflatable tubes circular, and the foul engine. A refridgerator that keeps the hole in the ozen fresh and crispy.
So I'm in this thing... and the seats are filled with characters; your second generation immigrants thankful to afford a spot in the faux refugee parade, an accolade, to the American dream, staged.
And once again the prism, because last night was just too much of a blur to remember- like an unwanted poem:
Repetition,
last day was same,
and how to remember,
Monday from Thursday,
and months
only by the weather
and the multitoned coughs,
of interchanging drivers,
if poetry is false,
then all the world's a liar
a twist and shake with truth,
and the multicolored boots
of attractive women who do 'the eyeroll'-
Wolf don't love, don't care,
they wouldn't survive in the woods out there.
"Interludes Experimental"
Written in clouds
what eyes miss
patterns repeat
in minds
like poets speak
fast and irretrievable
irrelevance misses
the parenthesis
buried in interludes
experimental
in minds
like poets speak
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Ludovico Einaudi
https://youtu.be/KWSmB8JyqEk
No Exit
musicians hide behind scarring sounds
beyond madness
beyond folly
beyond Somewhere Everywhere
dance with delirious determination
through fragments of melodious folly
dissonant dulcimers declare
repetitive chords
within punctuated digital drones
repetitive beyond vibration
vibrating beyond repetition
percussive rituals vibrate
beyond inflated vaudevillians
mutating into
mad cacophonous comedic collisions
rituals beyond vibrating cacophony
rituals behind chaotic vibrations
deranged vibraphones
denounce
fragments of repetitive visions
mindful of mindless
Exits
wispy green tendrils
flicker & frolic
in sunny
capricious breezes
a brief glimpse of peace
a brief glimpse of harmony
a brief glimpse of life...
beyond
a
suffocating
cavernous
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Good morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
Yes Sir I can help you with that.
Have you had any thoughts on how you would like to be killed?
Ok yes so like an accident?
We do have a couple of offers on at the moment.
We can do an industrial accident with a mention on the six o'clock news, or for slightly more money we can murder you with a full reconstruction on prime time television and a feature on the news.
Yes Sir, we have a full range of ways we can kill you and all at competitive prices.
Certainly, I can send you a brochure and then you can talk to one of our advisors.
Can I take your name and address and I will send a brochure out to you…
Thank you for calling, enjoy the rest of your day.
Good Morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
The wobbling droplets are quite happy.
Full of joy and not too shabby,
I hear them laugh.
They are promptly quaffed.
:-)~:~:~ooo~:~:~(-:
I give my wobbling droplets a shake,
and laugh until my head breaks.
They happily orbit the Earth,
looking down on us with mirth.
o/o\o|~~?~~|o/o\o
The wobbling droplets are enchanting
but they will not interfere with my ranting.
For I have more poems to eject,
that many will not hesitate to reject.
***o--!--o***
*~)~*
dwarf stars
dance on
angelic
heads
--(--
:
((-o!* ))--(( *!o-)
beyond }{ dnoyeb
above evoba
(mindless merciless movement
moving merciful mind)
…>-((!!...
sailing on solar wind
walking on lunar souls
…!!))-
erasing ironic eons
egesting iconic ions
(flowing ~ crying ~ sighing)
/>__/
dark space going
space going dark
spaceless ~ timeless
isless
is
less
…
there you I me
:
frozen ghosts
((((((:::))))))
ghostly frost
~|~|~*(---)*~|~|~|
winternocturne :….:
:….: enrutconretniw
\\*!*//
!))i*c*e((!
galactic ruins
cosmic runes
…
me I you where
:
--(--
headless
angels
dance on
dwarf stars
*~)~*
We are in
the breeze
with trees possible
off the flying lake
look for orange cone
wearing silver mask
in front of the office
in back of the park
No back-to-back
or front-to-back
conversations
on old rocky route
where roots are not masked
Dogs wearing masks
are welcome
Humans need to be
on leashes
Rain policy
will be localized
at the park
You can just
show up on
a deconstructing
road to nowhere
Road to hell does not show
up on Google Maps
Easy Rated Go
for Beginners
Distance: 3.23589 light miles
Call me when you arrive
Call me if you don't arrive
Directions:
Go east
0.8 miles
turn when you
see the squirrel
drive off the cliff
fall 0.3 miles
land upside down
on the rocky parkway
turn west
crawl 0.2 miles
swim in creek
pet the alligator
and snake
Go 1/250th of a mile to
parking entrance
to your left
on your right
To the left is an orange
-00000 mile marker trail loop
To the right is a
silver gentle tree man
Bring your own
porta john
& newspaper
All welcome
in the Road
go two minutes
follow the Jaguar
chasing the dinosaur
Play baseball on the Floating Lake
Give away tickets to hunger games
hike in bathrooms in lake's center
Conversions permitted on gravel
Conversations will unravel
Behold & beware…
green comet
sails through
cadaverous darkness
on its journey through
Sol’s neighborhood
Gaia’s parasites
blink at
the luminous
icy rock
(they are
pummeled by
shocking storms
& plagued with stormy
delusions)
It’s official:
humankind is
on the glowing rocks
(obviously a major malfunction)
dodging more shoes
dropping like conspiring flies
out of a corrosive sky
caught between interstellar cigars
& hard places
as the gods play dice
with entangled eons
Aargh & Yikes!
rumbles a horrified poet
seeking & evading
The Good, The Bad &
The Ultimate
in celestial entrails
within fields of nightmares
blindsided by
diseased deities
bearing apocalyptic gifts
blinded by
tormenting tardigrades
waiting for the last laugh
Indeed
it is exhausting
to escape event horizons
& evade Martian ironists
posing as poisoned
dust devils
howling coldly
growling boldy
Where No Pen has Gone Before
I rest my case
on a house of cards
(that)
hit the nail on the head
(of) the nail in the coffin
(that)
hit the ground running
where the rubber hits the road
(while)
time flies when you’re having fun
in the nick of time
(and)
all’s well that ends well
all is fair in love and war
(let’s not forget that)
the writing’s on the wall
it could be worse
(as)
the light at the end of the tunnel
is a perfect storm after the calm
blurred headlights
whisper along
glistening roads
in a chilly
dark
rain
dark
rain
dark
r
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rain
*o~*o~*o~*o
My throat feels sore,
A thirst that need to adore;
A needless bore,
Amidst the heat within my core.
Happy Ramadhan ...
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