Corneas Poems | Examples

Frozen Side of The Sun

Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been the breaking of dawn.

It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit,
exposing the frozen side of the sun.
No longer does our planet experience the warmth of its radiation,
nor the glow of its solar flares.

Within a fraction of a second, humanity was plunged into an everlasting night.
Temperatures plummeted; mass hysteria was at its peak.
Crops perished within hours to days,
as the new icy tundra eclipsed once-thriving farmlands.
The birth of a perpetual Ice Age was at hand.

Power grids crystallized and snapped.
Cities crumbled; small towns were blotted out,
disappearing off the map, never to be seen again.

Death's gelid hand spared but a few souls—
holed up in a scientific research bunker in the Arctic.
We are but the unlucky few who get to “live” in this glacial purgatory,
wandering aimlessly forevermore.

At Summer’s End

Bye bye butterflies with kaleidoscope wings
Floating on white air inspiring indigo dreams

Bye to blue birds who will magically migrate 
Bye to deer and herds of animals who hibernate 

Bye to the green leaves kissing my corneas 
Tall trees dancing blue breeze I so love

Bye to summer clothes and barely there shorts
To fresh spring sunscreen and riding summer horse

Bye to the summer sun and it’s orange rays 
Bye to the times and memories we made

Divine Magnetism

Who said it was blue? When I think of
A window, it is not the colour of grapes;
Nor is it a long stretch of morning field;
Also not a nighttime movie of galaxy film.

Who said red was the colour of deep 
Dungeons, not the ground far far above;
Too wrapped up in solemn holiness.
Not me or you or somebody else.

Interesting, I seep through poles there and
Another here, some static phenomenal and
Yellow-like excitement which is bouncing one 
Step and two step of our corneas.

Steampunk Faerie

Steampunk faerie sat on the vintage car
Peering long and hard, and way too far
She could see past the horizon to her father’s house
Where a kitten was toying with a tiny mouse

How are your eyes this great? Someone asked.
I am not sure, she said, they are gold, not masked.
The asker looked into steampunk faerie’s eyes.
Her corneas were amazingly large, a big surprise.

We watched her standing there surveying the town
It was sunset; she stood there, staring it down.
We were amazed at her power, she was quite unique.
Vintage car gave her passage, uplifting her in a squeak.

Penalty After the Final Whistle

Hope goes off, 
Grace sets in. 
Time says bye, 
Heaven comes near. 

Flood parades trough;
Looming mistakes chagrin... 
Courage don't cry, 
Hasten hearts cheer. 

Mind heave sigh, 
Late warning waves. 
Goodbye draw closer, 
Fearful lost night. 

Complain moves nigh, 
Fans digging graves. 
Even the grocer- 
"Formation isn't right."

Everyone with ideas, 
Of his own. 
The coach's wrong
Formation hits back. 

Fans better corneas, 
Are off cornerstone. 
True ones belong, 
To hopeless comeback. 

Up Man United! 
I enjoyed it;
End so excited, 
Arguably opponent admit.

Hourglass

Sealed within an hourglass
a shower of sand descending 
scraping away my supple skin 
as when one refinishes a hardwood floor
scouring off the old varnish and stain 
Its grit scratching  
like the claws of a cat at my corneas
already malformed before my birth 
so that I was never able even as a child
to perceive the world completely clearly
everything fuzzy like a fogged mirror
and blurry about the edges
causing me difficulty differentiating 
between 0, 6 and 8
a’s and e’s and o’s
I choke as it rises over my mouth and nose
Those observing my struggle to survive
from the other side of the glass smile wide
as they speak in pointless platitudes
preaching worthless, irrelevant notions
such as I should look upon each grain of sand
as a potential pearl
but I am not an oyster in the ocean

Only Touch Can Sight

My “I Do” vow also pledged me to urine somehow.
My kids, pets and more have stores of pee upsets -
scores of dried tinkle spots only visible with miracles!
I can’t see cat wee in houseplant dirt but
I can and do threaten viewable feline hurt.
I have wetting weapon grandpa who dinks ink on his pads 
making sheet stinks in reek spots corneas cannot seek.
Cat closet wiz where hangs a boutique is the worst,
the gold may be dried jets folded in garb, purses or belts.
Only touch can sight whiz biz and then, only if it's wet.




... CayCay
July 14, 2019

July Sauna

Juicy sweat trickles down my back, the
Undulating fan, noisy, weakly blows
Lethargic gusts of dazed and drugged humidity in
Yellow-crusted corneas, blinded by desert dust

Steamy, simmering hot Santa
Ana air, dragon's breath mirage, melting
Unrelenting internal inferno
No relief for the next week, then
August arrives.

7/24/18

Any poem from July 2018
Sponsor Dear Heart aka Broken Wings

Baby Inside

Press the sunlight- give me shine
Hold me by your corneas light,
Kiss me,kiss me, oh! Baby inside
Creazy ah! For your rosie sight.

Hahaha! This is the season I win
Smells are spreading allover away,
Touch me and give me-all your rain 
Dance on the floor with shiny ray.

Come on! Cross all limit and epic 
Sing with me and  take a form,
Ride and ride, oh! Cross all logic
Give me light, tender heart and warm.

We'll be endless! Fly and fly
Laughs, hugs and win allside,
Blooming my hearts  full of joy
Amazing love, oh! Baby inside.

Fertilizer Friend Who Was Fertile

Fertilizer Friend Who Was Fertile

Wherever Trump went or had been there
His orange hair was way beyond compare
What to me became the biggest surpriser 
Had Russian friend who dealt in fertilizer
This story with us Trump wanted to share.

Amazing how both their planes were often
seen at the same scene and airport. Did
you know that Trump's corneas each
had separate coronaries. He is trying
to use that as an excuse for his broad
view of things. Another part of his eye
problem had to do with him loosing
sight of so many facts.

Jim Horn

Keep Watching the Skies, If You Can

Lots of haze in the skies
Coupled by the haze in my eyes
Cataracts, damn it. Cataracts.

Trying to see some meteors
August is when they hit our shores
(Metaphorically speaking.

I know they don't hit any shores
and anyway, there are no shores
in Reseda, California.

It's just a clever way of saying
that my corneas are playing
havoc with my sight.)

But in spite of all that trouble
I still see some bits of rubble
flying through the air.

Now they may or may not be
part of Perseid's annual spree,
but they'll do for now.

The Windows To the Soul

Eyes with an inch of disloyalty will not make contact with mine 
Toxic glances giving away your true intentions 
Unable to keep your pupils steady 
With a dishonest gesture, your eyes dart downward 
Eye contact eludes your corneas 
The windows to the soul never lie 
Little do you know, you have told me the entirety of your elaborate plan
Speak not, look guilty

Hidden Heart Whispers

stop throbbing temple
blood pounded sight
dim daydreamt corneas
surround sharp morning light

hidden heart whispers
raging wan muffled souls
desire stoked embers
burn kiln shattered bowls

dermis flayed pilgrims
gnaw darkly smoked bones
slag dwelling convicts
flee coke crumbled clones

fly, fly away from
a wasteland of sorrows
as ash can yesterdays spill
into flashpoint tomorrows

is there only the now
present here in this spot
downshift stonebreak self speak
ungoverned egos run hot

blur sky, photochrome
squint into ink acid haze
peer at forever
as the danse macabre plays.

Death

Death
Who is no respecter of persons
Beloved, haters
Gather around
Secluded murmurs and vents
Bloodshot corneas
Shudders, silence
Some to merry only
Black, oblivion
Disbelief, later epiphany
Resounding salutations
Indeed! Some only to make merry - come
Its desire: unquenchable
Like the Queen, never late
Departing she returns
Again without announcement.

Green Is Yellow Mixed With Blue

Through the corner of my eye I see the bride and the groom,
Slowly our corneas make contact I'm the elephant in the room.

A drunken night.
Sex combined with spite.
Makes a tainted marriage,
a fractured life.

"Speak now" said the priest, "or forever hold your peace."
The best man raised his hand and dropped to one knee.

"I can't let you take what is mine, I fell in love with her first
to me she's more than a bride. She's what keeps my hearts beating, she's whats make the sunshine, the air keeping me breathing"

The woman dressed in white looked down than looked right,
at the man dressed in regret, the man with green eyes.

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