Best Eyeball Poems

Despite the wealth of creams applied
Old Father Time won't be denied
And as that watershed appears
I can't complain at fifty years
Though just one thing for which I pray
To throw those blessed specs away!


The years drift by and eyes grow dim
The fight to keep the body trim
It...

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What is she making? Someone asks, wondering aloud.
She is a pretty girl, friendly, but not overly loud.
It looks like something red, someone replies. Maybe berries?
There is a little bit of tittering from the tea leaf faeries.

She is making eyeball tea, they begin to sing in...

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Nagging pain invades my eye; the aura lasts for weeks.
Stabbing, searing hot poker jabs into my brain; branding my eye.
Migraine owns me now; there are no drugs to relieve my agony.
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Eyeball soup.  Wonderfully tasting.
Deliciously made, sweet and pasty.
Cinnamon-seasoned, also some thyme.
Vegetable laden, scrumptious and fine.
Fisheyes are best, but goats are good too.
Nothing sooths me like warm eyeball soup....

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Eyeball god in mouth

Ostara?...Dio?...Luna? ...

Is light as hunger for colors?

Eros the god of eyes and the hidden feelings
shameful man with erect cock -- sighing sex
in his heart -- a crack, deep and wide!

Black Hole!

Punk rock for a Black Hole!

Rainbow and jubilee exploded in flood!

Like a...

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Single cell organisms 
scatter the gigantic globe 
(Ten times the size of Earth, perhaps the size of Jupiter). 
We, mere humans don’t exist there.
We couldn’t, gravity is too strong. 
Only amoeba like creatures could live there, alien planktonkind. 
We would be too heavy, even children....

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How the world
should be
and isn’t
My choices
could
but don’t

What maybe
might
tomorrow voids
The spinning 
vortex
—won’t

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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Eyeball

My left eyeball while I’m 
asleep likes to 
wander as far away as 
Japan.
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In the roaring
White pounding cascade 
I feel the love 
It flows over me, with me, through me
It is me
Wordsworth's "transparent eyeball" *
Like the bare roots of ancient trees that
cover the trail like cobble stones I'm
Integral--I belong
When the bracing water embraces me
I don't shudder--I stroke it...

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