Best Globular Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and utter disdains.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And i start...

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The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The fattening of the dough
the tummy expectant, the tummy expanding
Cocooned in its nest
its stretchiness, its pleasant scents
Like an infant in a swaddle
the soothing towel, slightly moist
The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The ascent complete
lungs exhaustively expanded, waiting...

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SWELLS THAT COMPEL

the fall moon's lull shows
mystique silence across skies
branches shadow dance

rice seedling patch strewn
upon well-plough watered fields--
globular tummies

from my bikini 
to quilted silk evening wraps --
chrysanthemum blooms

rainbow processions
passing through cities thru-fare --
church bells count the mass

(c)Olive Eloisa
6:50am
August 18, 2014...

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When last I visited India almost a decade ago
I recall riding on my brother's scooter 
as he drove me around town,
And I saw fully veiled Muslim women
half their faces veiled, masked in Niqab 
driving scooters, motorbikes, mopeds and motorcycles.
I also recall some women also covering...

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Mother said of all the mid-summer flowers she loved best,
The common garden dahlia was clearly her favorite.
Every Spring she carefully hand-placed the sturdy tubers,
Tenderly caring for each one, watched it bravely shoot up,
Growing, until large luscious red, orange, and purple blooms
Burst forth like the golden...

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Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even in his sleep
He who had to disinter himself upon waking
Every day in his quest with increasing effort

He who had not...

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You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes, 
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.

An all too thorough pondering
of mundane thought comes to naught
as vulgar words don’t necessarily...

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If,
I was not afraid of, 
the thing, but the signature 
strike of a copycat
in the art of dismantling.

You,
try to pull down brick
by brick, the
jeopardy. A dead premises
becoming alive.

How,
will you,numb with pain,
explain the poetry of victim’s trail,
becoming a Buddha ?
Can you find a bo tree for...

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Errant steals,

like globular e-mocking,

stark Jabs in test,

wave's of sustainment globally casting flesh aside,

wantoness stops as
tubular horns row them all away...


Nickled as jells in the jangles,

wobbie in a talk in a mangle-

flippin' at it's angle',

crunch crockie crangle,

the bottle on a walk,

like a Laker in a stock....

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My genealogical family tree
was traced by a relative distant,
thus uncovering ancestral names for me,
of some who had seemed nonexistent.

The past came alive in my fantasy world
with visions of settings dramatic,
as I felt myself in scenario hurled
that verged on a theme operatic.

Some fancies akin rose from...

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Contracting iris, I split my eyes
Pouring forth gold from a can opened sky
Globular syrup thickens the glue
Canopy black turns to canopy blue
Erasing the stars and so tragically you

Conducting the birds in an orchestral play
Rolls out red carpet that heralds the day
Baptising the sun, offsetting the...

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loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially 
rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter.

tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn 
ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb
misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram

rod sterling stately treasured undergraduate, ventures wielding yawping zeal
asper near perfect synchronized 
 ...

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Rain Dance
The rooftops appear slick
   reflective mirrors of the rain
   droplets large and globular
   flow down the rafters to the ground.
Splashes of water tap
   brushing leaves and branches
   releasing dry leftovers that still cling
 ...

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BLACK CLOUD

Mourvédre* cluster overhead

weight of Everest
capped on nerves

suppresses colors

squeezes eyeballs
behind dark sunglasses

lightening drills through temples

attempts to prop up
one’s globular head
with isometric fingers

grape stains on cheeks
relieve pitch of crystal

shattering the oppression

kaleidoscopic relief

10/15/2017

*Mourvédre - (mohr-ved-ra) - dark red grapes...

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If Keats could have seen through Hubble’s eyes
when the sonnet ‘Bright Star’ he wrote,
meaning its telescope-imaged skies
with those stellar tableaux afloat,

would he have noted ‘aloft it hung’ 
 ‘steadfast’ all night in ‘splendor lone’,
that poet who died, alas, too young
yet over time whose fame has...

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