Best Rectangles Poems

In a black and white world,
feathered fingertips caress
ebony and ivory keys -
melodically forming a myriad
of vibrant and vivid hues, 
diversifying dulcet emotive reflections.

In a world of spoken falsehood,
expressions that cannot be spoken,
aid each truthful touch to narrate
speechless secret serenades.

For soulmates who choose to listen,
minds allure...

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~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break...

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tears 
on her pillow
refuse to dry
only her piano
                    knows her pain

sitting 
in her gown
her fatigued fingers
break her silence
        ...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside the rooms beyond that door
exotic curios on shelves along the...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles perfected
    Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the horizon
    In full frontal 
  ...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as you read this
that in the end I will be proven...

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The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers 
Through the emerald green foliage.

The fragrance of mowed sun dried hay up ahead,
As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create neat long rows,
Then numerous identical clones of perfect rectangles
Lying one...

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Awaking I find with a click of the eyes, 
Little rectangles all colors floating,
Floating and waiting suspended in my brain, so I
“Choose morning duties” – there’s an app for that,
A rectangle lights up, “Feed the cat.”

“Put on your shoes,” a link I click,
 “Go walking,”...

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When my knitting queen aunt
Feels that needlework pull,
She starts knitting some squares
Using leftover wool.

They’re rectangles, really,
With colorful stripes,
Their patterns and stitches 
Of similar types.

Then when there are enough,
Using needle and thread,
She will sew them together 
To cover a bed.

If no blanket’s requested
By someone she knows,
To...

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At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O R spells door
Maths was about addition and subtraction
Multiplication and division
Studied...

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Wheels are ROUND circles
Circles are ROUND perfection not
Triangles squares rectangles 
Corners there 

Wheels are round with purpose
Triangles Sharp and edgy 
Squares nearly the same
Rectangles who cares

Wheels are round driving
Down SKY is near horizon clear
DAY IS fair 

SUMMER ease COUNTING distance
Wheels are round driving down
Driving approaching...

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in Thought Experiments
about what would my optimal Eden Paradise.
restoring peace and justice across Earth
look like,
feel like,
smell like,
sound like?

And how are these
a...

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Geoffrey gave me an exquisite book
For Christmas.
It is a showcase of the work of
Hundert Wasser - the great Viennese artist,
Architect and visionary.
The jewel colours, the gracious curves -
No straight lines here to sicken
Humankind.
The environmentalist obeying
Natural Law to create spaces
That nurture - not the 'bleeding houses'
Made...

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Baby Thoughts

Hugs are babies’ first official language
Followed by triangles, circles, with assorted symbols
Infants pay special attention to white pillows and quilts
Sleep is always on their minds
Flowing over yellow ribbons of light and energy
Babies contemplate squares and rectangles lifted from the fog
They think about animals as...

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In nature's ebb and tide
One thing for certain resides
Chaos at the foundation and flow
A continuous creation abides

Numerical desire lies
Where expression is clipped
A dark grid imposed
Protecting the future from doubt

Seen from a mountain eye
Cities divvied up 
Millions of rectangles 
and squares
Positive linear lust

Managed with might
Policed with...

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