Best Square Poems
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a Lyrebird echo from Cascade Creek,
Red Browed Finch on the sword grass heads,
I’m watching close a Ground Thrush sneak.
Black Cockies feed on Blackwood wattle,
in heath Blue Wrens are a family,
Yellow Robins perch on a paperbark trunk
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are seven mammals sometimes I get to see,
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Echidnas forage in wood or litter
Wallabies graze on grass and weeds,
a burrowing wombat sleeps all day;
high in a manna gum, a Koala feeds.
Sugar Gliders doze in a hollow log,
like Ring-tail Possums in a high ti-tree.
A Bandicoot scarps through the undergrowth
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
in Cascade Creek sometimes I get to see,
as I look at the water in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Flowing over sand, fishbone fern as cover,
lurk Blackfish and the Gippsland Cray.
Brown trout forage in the hiding place
where Mountain Galaxias are their prey.
In Cascade Creek; well the Platypus play,
in long deep holes, but are rare to see.
There’s Short Finned Eel, Yabbies and Shrimp,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are a few reptiles I sometimes get to see,
if I look down at my feet in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
There are Blue Tongue Lizards and Three Lined Skinks;
Goanna’s up a tree and the Tiger Snake.
There’s Copperheads or Red-bellied Black,
and treading on snakes is a big mistake.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
Growling Grass Frogs watch from water grass,
And the ‘pobblebonk’ croak is an Eastern Banjo,
in a swampy pool as I walk on past.
Skippers float over the canopy blooms;
Mosquito, March Fly, Bush Fly blight;
Jezebel Caterpillars feed on mistletoe;
Stag Beetles hover in the fading light.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
on walking tracks there is much to see,
where I’m just a link that don’t belong,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
you ... are the paramour of right angles
the square of a square - complete, quite aware
how two must adore you
for all it sees is itself, reflected
an angular fist - quite the narcissist
and the first number, sublime, that is NOT a prime
you move with order ... perfection
enclosed, at the helm of a harmonious realm
antithesis of lucky clover, and balance of the cornered circuit
you are numbered of the elements - the seasons cycle your breath
and how would a deck of cards go out for a night on the town
without your fancy suits to wear ... debonair?
how lost the world would be without you
to show us direction - to section the areas of space ...
to sing to us in the voice of violins
to carry us safely to our joys, spinning beneath our seats
to give motion, food and escape to the creatures
features of the gospels and horsemen, dark
hark - even the chambers of the heart ...
thrum for your sake and coordination
you are safety and symmetry, precision and enclosure
e'en the wind knows your order and actuality, factually, see ...
is it any wonder, number ... that you are my favorite?
(when with your little sister, of course).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "What's In A Number" Poetry Contest, Juliet Ligon, Judge & Sponsor.
BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
a lacy handkerchief
embroidered with a hummingbird,
a nectar-sweet trellis, to sponge
the waterworks - the trickle
of misty eyes,
the honey-suckled creek
that runs over wrinkled
logs and leafy plum-cheeks.
delicate hands lift
the dapper doily —
pat-a-pat dabbing.
a tattered smile forms
at the base of the cliffs.
6/30/2019
one waiter
ten tables
a sunshade and chair
a small cup
strong coffee
the sun in the square.
the fountain
a church door
the white heat and glare
graffitti
neat flowers
the sun in the square.
a slight breeze
a pigeon
a clock chime somewhere
a small dish
one euro
the sun in the square.
At “Plaza" square
Where sugary stars kindle for the evening,
A forgetting child wake up from the nap,
Weeping over, dull night where the time flee
as water drains into along distance-
Long evening, tossing transparent spirit
By light clouds, drizzle on sad memory,
I wasn't ready. Were memories dragging me
In four directions .I can’t shape my self
With all these colorful faces. I can’t shape
My heart with all emptiness I carry.
I walked like a wildcat, dense round,
Didn't know what to do among all
Glittering shadows floating through the air
Till found my fingers ticking on the marble table,
Looking for cigarettes and dying to do something
Ridiculous, dancing around fire at square maybe,
But I was thinking of you.
Sadness grows rapidly such as
Bud on a branch in April
An arm and a leg, and leaf, leaf.
From a yellow fruit, to water, to cloud
Floating in the air then falls as a stone
On a forgetting child where her tongue
Of wood, heart a pane of ice and feet soaked
So deep in the cold "Plaza"square.
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
A tribute to Hollywood Squares
Q and A changed a little somtimes to rhyme
If you decide to pet a dog
Everyone knows it'll wag it's tail
What's the reaction you get from a goose?
"Of course make him bark, without fail!" .....Paul Lynde
Long ago when your great grandpa
Put horseradish on his head
what was he really trying to do?
"Put it into his mouth instead!"......George Gobel
The question was very simple
The answer had all enthralled
Can boys join the campfire girls?
"Only after, lights out, is called!"..... Marty Allen
When a couple has a baby
Who is responsible for it's sex?
The answer, "I'll lend him the car"
"It's up to him what happens next"..... Charley Weaver
You've decided to grow strawberries
Are you getting any the first year?
"Of course I'm not getting any"
"I'm busy growing strawberries here!"..... Charley Weaver
If you're going to skydive
At least how high should you be?
"Three days of steady drinking"
"Should just about do it for me!"..... Charley Weaver
True or False, a pea can last
As long as five thousand years
"Sometimes it sure seems that way" .....George Gobel
Had everyone laughing to tears!
Oh, you ARE a beauty, that's sure
And are we really so different, you and I?
Miracles, exquisite, born from the forces of the Universe
Once, the quantum cosmic stuff of stars ...
Coursing with the energies of natural physics and dynamism
Dust, helium, hydrogen ... we were melded in the bellies of suns
But my existence, blessed with the spark of life, sentient
The ability to cognate and discern and ponder
To appreciate with eyes and spirit, all that is wonder and art
But perhaps, in your cold maelstrom of actuality, you prevail
For your incredibly unique heart of crimson chaos and spin
That oh-so-rare glimmer of geometric configuration
Knows not the horrors of loss, pain, terror, and death
All that sublime beauty and blossom shall continue on, timeless
Long after the concerns and cares of corporeality
When I'm dust again, you'll still drift and dazzle and shine ... boundless.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Nifty Named Nebula's" Poetry Contest
William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
(I chose photo and nebula number seven, The Red Square Nebula, as it is my favorite, and, I believe, the most unusual).
The word of anger spoken by the square
mouth of the dark, an interstellar swear,
addressed to who knows whom. A scarlet curse,
a four-horned furiousness, which in the journal
kept by the apathetic universe
looks like an inner breakup, an external
candescent flash of light, a red-hot dozen
of exclamation points, commas, dots
around the supernova which still doesn’t
turn into a white dwarf. The terawatts
of wrath!.. I wonder what incited your
square rage, oh, darkness, in the days of yore.
28.05.2019
Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
#7 The Red Square
God's greenest, avocados, sliced in a bright red ceramic bowl
Mix them with eggs and they dance with exuberant cowboy soul!
Ever observe them twirling in that griddle?
It indeed takes a Poet to see them do the "allemand left"right in the middle,
to the sounds of a fiddle!
The eggs twirl the fullest in bright, pretty, paisley cowgirl skirts.
Such a simple task, it fills me with Western imagination and American mirth.
May 16, 2020
7pm PST
Poem 1,273
no circle in the square root of blood
my nose is a new tourist site
no circle in the square root of blood
my spit is the new crimson river of mass confusion
no circle in the square root of blood
my head has a rowboat with a hole from pulled muscle anchor in it
no circle in the square root of blood
i do what many men refuse to do and pay the price with their life
i called my doctor and made an appointment
it saved my heart
maybe now it can save my mind
A park has been making the news
Because people have differing views.
Those who live very near
Wish that all would adhere
To the rules and stop breaking taboos.
But a younger crowd’s recently found
They could party with no cops around
So they flock to this park,
Even more after dark,
Where their music and motors resound.
Since the park is a public-fed place
The old-timers would always embrace
People spending the day
In the usual way,
Not the mob that’s become a disgrace.
So it’s time for the city to act
When, at night, the park’s overly packed,
For the drugs and the noise
And the crowding annoys
Every neighbor who’s feeling attacked.
What to do when the young and the old
Find their values so often controlled
By the difference in years
Which, quite strangely, appears
To have neither side feeling consoled?
Spongebob
cartoon fiction
under water voyage
hopes wishes fantasy dreaming
Squarepants
Tribute To Jenny
Who Loves This Show LOL
Get A Rope Hehehe
Dazzling lights
Throngs of people
Walking through crowded streets
Reminds us of why we live here
Costumed performers - Bright theatre marquees
Seeing those sights brings happiness
to native and tourist alike
Autumn - a chill in the air
Undaunted, the bustling crowds
head for dinner and a show
No place quite like it anywhere
The masses of people
are taking their full measure
of urban joy
Double decker buses move down the avenue
as newcomers to the Big Apple get their firs bite of it
Even those who have lived here
their entire lives
Still feel exhilarated as they pass Times Square
Electricity lights up the metropolitan scene
The city is working its magic
Untold thousands on the avenue
Eyes meet - a feeling of urban love
works its way into the hearts
of the masses gathered there
The city
A is for algebra, where numbers are represented by letters
B is for base, a base ten number system is much better
C is for circle, it goes round and round
D is for degree, in a circle, 360 are found
E is for equation, an assertion of the equality of two expressions
F is for fraction, it's the ratio of two expressions
G is for graph, a diagram showing the relationship betwen two numbers
H is for hypotenuse, a triangle's longest side, easy to remember
I is for integer, positive or negative numbers that are whole
J is for justification, proof of a solution, so I'm told
K is for kilometer, that's almost a mile
L is for line, it has one dimension and can go on for a while
M is for median, the most common value in a group
N is for numerator, its the top number in a fraction, like a hoop
O is for octagon, the number of sides are eight
P is for pentagon, it has five sides and that's great
Q is for quotient, the result of a division
R is for ratio, the relationship between two expressions
S is for square, with equal sides of four
T is for triangle, it has three sides, no more
U is for unit, a standardized quantity
V is for volume, the quantity of a three dimensional entity
W is for whole number of which there are a lot
X is for x- axis, the horizontal axis for coordinates , a plot
Y is for y- axis, the vertical axis a coordinate system brings
Z is for zero , it's not even one thing
We talked about fractions. circles, and squares
Next, we'll explore lions, tigers, and bears