Best Squares Poems
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
Our chateau promised picnic....
Upon the seashore sands
Strawberries and champagne
Cream, bathed amid beauty's
Silkened moonlight hands....
Soft sweet laughter
Caressing crystal's glass
Desires delicious platter
In destiny's, eternal plans....
Pink adorned pieces
Aside luscious perfumed pairs
Oceans tides of love
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...."Atop, Blue And White Squares" *
Got my brand-new calendar;
It’s filled with empty squares.
With entries made, there’s not a chance
I’ll be caught unawares.
I mark down all important dates
So I can send a card.
When penciled in, in black and white,
It’s really not that hard.
Appointments, too, are written
So there’s no way I’ll forget;
And in my bag’s a mini date book,
Like a safety net.
My iPhone has a calendar
But so far I don’t use it.
When I have info on the wall,
There’s no way I can lose it.
So once a year, I make the switch
And transfer all my cues.
My brain needs these reminders
Or it’s apt to blow a fuse.
And as each little square fills up,
Just waiting to arrive,
Anticipation percolates;
The future comes alive.
I have fun with the world of geometry
The square, the rectangle and the parallelogram
Oh' the trapezoid and the rhombus
The triangles, the isosceles and the equilateral
All are a great tight family together
The circles and ellipses are closely related
The formulas of geometry try to memorize
The areas and circumferences
The diagonals and angles
For the trigonometric functions
You discover a new world
The sines and cosines
The tangents and arc tangents
If all this is not enough to entice you
Most probably now you fell in love with geometry
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Our Chateau Promised Picnic...
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Upon The Seashore Sands
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Strawberry's & Champagne
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Cream, Bathed Amid Beauty's
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Silkened Moonlit Hands...
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Soft Sweet Laughter
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Caressing Crystal's Glass
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Desires, Delicious Platter
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In Destiny's, Eternal Plans...
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Pink Adorned Pieces
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Aside Luscious Perfumed Pairs
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Oceans Tides of Love
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...“Atop, Blue & White Squares” ~
Flour, sugar, butter, nuts
Rained with cinnamon
Yogurt, salt, vanilla, egg
Baking soda, pears
Forty minutes baked
Smell of Fall
Pears!
see recipe at:
http://www.mrfood.com/Cakes/Pear-Squares
for Barbara's contest "Harvest Foods"
A science teacher (of all people) taught me
that triangles and squares were once in unity
they were lines that cosied together
like a fistful of newly risen feathers
But the triangle became infatuated
with the wedge between two numbers
on a clock and it graduated
The square crushed crazily
on the symmetrical corners of a box
and grew three more lines fatally
a mathematician congratulates the tringle and square
for their courageous transformation- they cannot compare
a philosopher considers
that the shapes could get the jitters
a romanticist mourns the loss of two lines
who were as interlocked as vines
HOLLYWOOD SQUARES
most wouldn’t find names interesting, but I would
draw squares representing student desks.
i loved looking at the baby book of names,
my mother bought, in my thirteenth year.
so i’d put a name to each of these squares,
Hollywood would give their squares faces
as would the children’s game Guess Who.
Names were simple back in my day.
Mary and Joseph, Nadine and Peter...
Of course Hollywood had fun with names.
One word - Cher, Chevy Chase, Goldie Hawn.
Today names are manipulated. They sound
the same with just a tweak of letters.
Like Kym, Davyd, and Naatlee.
And Poetry Soup, you are much
like that stew of names — our own game
of Hollywood Squares.
With questions, truth and lies, a variety of categories.
We have our Phyllis Dillers, Paul Lyndes and even Vincent Prices.
I swim in the sea of names, enjoy our friendship, our love
for poetry. Like pen pals from around the world — we write.
5/25/2018
*Hollywood Squares - American Game Show
*Guess Who - American Board Game for kids
Apart from all the silence,
And never-ending tolerance;
Together with a vague shout,
And without any creeping doubt;
In feeling all the spiky nudges,
Taking my energy like sponges.
I am by your side and all’s fair.
I truly love you and I dare:
From my lips to your honey smile,
Along with baggage in a pile,
I take thee being so excited;
I contemplate you quite delighted.
My words are feeble as my ankles.
My adoration comes in bundles.
You whisper sweetness in my mind;
You are too lovely and too kind.
I wish for dreams to become real,
Ponder to rip fantasy’s seal…
Alas, you are departing in slow pace;
Yet, I could not see your angelic face.
Perhaps another soporific path
Would get me to enjoy your divine laugh.
Maybe a daydream will suffice,
For me to kiss you at least twice.
My lashes gently touch each other,
Hoping this romance would get further.
The squares in jelly water interchange,
With shades in an eerie, blue-grey range,
I am trapped in the open space of fear,
Solution: I long for you just near.
However this subconscious game may end,
Through all the hallways of my inner blend,
Along comes hesitation and the dance
Of passing to the next level of chance.
This road of forbidden wishes cradles
The vanity of my nothingness veils.
I am so liberated from my rage,
But chained, a priori, to this worldly stage.
You are projection and my camouflage;
Forever my shackles, prisoner and judge.
Although you are with me when I’m awake,
Leave you in dreams I have to, for my sake.
Busy square around me sucking me inside
Keeping me from seeing what's on the outside
Building shell surrounds me squared off like a hide
Standing on a corner; a square; a block; that's wide
Quilted district patterns are mapped across the land
while larger squares protruding shows zoning had a hand
Suburbs of the city squaring boundaries they have spanned
When all that's left are gullies squared by nature that are fanned.
Squares
The Square:
A four sided icon,
symbolizing symmetry.
A stable foundation of angles
staring across to see another;
Side by side, forming a shape -
the geometry of simplicity;
a childlike structure
of splendid perfection.
Each side, parallel, and perpendicular,
when placed along a plane,
can continue, and cross,
passing the corners
to a point of distance
equal to each side.
A transformation:
The ends can connect
along a linear path,
pointing both ways,
and going again an equal distance beyond,
then stopping once they meet.
Suddenly, sharing sides,
the square, by its straightness,
now sits alongside several,
of staggering sizes;
a systematic set
of surrounding perimeters.
A four sided icon –
the square.
Mixing ingredients together
because I got a sweet tooth,
first time trying this recipe
to tell you the truth.
If they turn out
I will make them again,
maybe for a Christmas treat
cutting them will be a pain.
I'll have to wait until tomorrow
to cut them into squares,
the peanut butter is too soft
I will cut them with care.
I can't wait to try them
to see how they've turned out,
my patience will pay off
they'll be good, without a doubt.
If you want something different
that is beyond compare,
try this for a treat to yourself
granola peanut butter squares.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.15/2015
Since my oven broke down, I've wanted to make a treat without having to bake. I miss baking cookies.
The cold, coloured squares
led to a deep pool
where Paul swam.
He took the diving board most times,
or jumped from the uneven side.
I cannot believe Paul wanted to drown,
but he always talked about it
before he went to the pool.
He took the diving board most times,
or jumped from the uneven side.
The autopsy was not good...
Let it be said that I always jump
from the even side,
and that I do not count obsessively
the cold and coloured squares.
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8/16/2015
Contest - January 2019, Any Form,
Any Theme
Sponsor - Brian Strand
1st place win
give me a minute
if i don’t say this now
i may never find the courage
your life is ed up because of me
don’t try to stop me
or change my mind with lily-laced words
you are good at that, you know
but this time
just shut up and listen
maybe you won’t make the same mistake
sometimes i pray
you think i pray too much
but here is the truth
the whole truth
and nothing
but the stinking brown--filled truth
i only pray when i need something
i don’t talk to god—
when my pockets are green
when the whiskey in my glass is gone
before the ice is liquid misery
when hollow blunts are filled with charley’s cannabis
you remember charley
the sixty-year-old pot head living in his mother’s garage
i don’t talk to god—
when I sit up all night
eating rum-soaked pineapple squares
straight out of the can
listening to Marley wail and Joplin cry
when life is so fricking good
i don’t talk to god
don’t look at me like that you didn’t know because i didn’t let anyone know but god knows i don’t talk to him unless i need something on bended knee i cry my…something out
when i need something and that is why my son
your life is so ed up...
because i can’t face god
when things are good
when pineapple squares
soaked in rum
is all i need
Squares lay on the floor from what i call blocks of life,
Cancel guesses put to rest,
Stack your pieces and check them twice.
Don't be fooled by those who look the best.
I'm puzzled and forgetful of the purpose,
Build what my main goal looked like,
And puzzled i fore shot, malfunctioning and worthless.
Yield what was promised by The Men Of The Quite.
Perplexity.
Do not challenge when you will be beat with lust,
You want what you see i know,
You see my life pushing at my seems trying so hard to bust...
You stunt real hard but even you cant downplay my glow.
Ecstasy.
Rickety old elevator, crying to fall,
Lobby full of people waiting to rush in,
Women in the front too afraid to pick up the help phone and call..
In mid ring, bowling balls as bloody men.
Destiny.
The wind caresses life so willingly and...oh,
I love the way it flows so free,
It flows so freely within me i contain the show.
The color of the trees that hold their fruit while leaves try to be.
Expectancy.