Extents Poems

Hair Clogged The Magical Drain

As Far as our Eyes will see,
In a Vast, and seemingly
endless World
to the Future’s greatest of Extents,
in a little Hut,
Hidden in a Swamp,
Lies little Old
Ms.
Garratha.
with the few who Reside
alongside.

They Eventually found
a Beautiful spring,
during their driest of seasons,
although seasoning doesn’t matter --
when It’s Wet twenty-four --
Seven.

The Decision to have a whiff,
without a -- Sniffer, may Just have been
the primary decision
For
Why this whole
story
Started.

Beginning with Licks,
progressing to Great
Tastes,
Has Brought together,
the
new Holy,
Wooly Serpent.

As No one has
seen
A serpent of coat,
since;
How often can you
find --
one of this Kind?

They Just so Happened
to
Land this amazement,
as For the water,
was not salty
At All.
Nor Was it clean, of
every Potential,
creating the Monster, Seen.

An ancient Serpent’s hair,
clogged much of its
safety,
and this water,
had much of
serpent’s Father.
His scales and much
Rein.

Slithering Out of this sort-of Creation,
came
Serpent Himself,
Shining without,
armour.

Balanced existence

Oceon waves move in troughs and peaks, currants and eddys 
Are way down deep.' Permeating the fluids strong, salty grains
That pass unseen, echo of life be it bland or keen? As
Above in wayward events, all is changing to such extents'
Where are
Life or death? Its hard to sense' all things began from a
Void of deep dark dense.'  That shrouded the light 'about to start'
Its energy to move. And all construct.' It proves design
It shows out lines Of the God of life, who is out of our time'
Consider all is changeble? all we see won't last,!search for
God and eternity ere your chances are past.!

To Sin Prevents Need More Hints

when we were intense
we had been living in tents
with all their extents

having high expense
with huge head that became dense
not making much sense

much intelligence
from sinning which way prevents
need a few more hints

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Music of Chimes

I hear the ringing music of chimes,
The wind whispers turn into beautiful themes,
My emotions churn with the musical scales,
Joy and pain resonate with the melody’s extents.

When the sunrise beams brighten the morning skies,
the myriads of colorful rays brighten my eyes,
In the lack of wind, the chimes wait with a trust,
A wind whisper will arouse musical notes of hope in my heart.

In the mid-day, when wind speed rises, 
The melodious music of chimes enhances,
Memories of love songs serenaded to my lover,
Rings the chimes in my heart forever.

In the night’s darkness,
When the chimes are silent and lifeless,
Searching for my lover in starry twinkles,
My heart plays hide and seek with lonely senses.

Runway

We grew up in times when
Lean bodies had all the guys
Picture perfect bodies that were light
The perfect definition of a barbie doll 

That's why people envied models 
Cause the screens made them popular
And now having a few extra pounds was an eyesore
Everyone wanted to be noticed 

But we didn't know how life for them was
Having to keep to a certain diet 
To have to do away with some foods
For it's not easy getting that lean body 

Others never has to hustle for it
For they came in lean bodies 
That however much they'll eat
The few extra pounds won't be gained 

And this caused obsession to the rest
Which turned into hate of the mirror
Making some to opt to wear more clothes
Just to appear slightly bigger 

Many started starving themselves
And even though it would pay off
It came at an expensive pay
Losing their health as it was eating away 

I guess everyone wants to look good
But the extents to which we go
Shows how nothing stops us in the pursuit
But at what cost exactly ?? 

The PO£T

Not Patriots--Amoeba Types

The insurrectionists of January 6 are NOT patriots!
They are criminals of the lowest amoeba-types
Most patriots were at work improving the G.N.P.
Not carousing and malingering to air their gripes.

Can you imagine an American president colluding,
Encouraging rabble-rousers to storm the Capitol,
Giving tacit approval to hanging his vice-president?
In my opinion, his behavior was clearly lunatical!

And, he is still clamoring for the nation’s attention
Bloviating far and wide, spouting despicable lies,
I’m flabbergasted that so many are on his team
Celebrating and cheering on our nation’s demise.

A long-time presidential aficionado, I hasten to say,
That Donald Trump’s picture among our presidents
Is utterly disgraceful, a travesty of the worst kind,
He should be prosecuted to law's fullest extents.

Written July 30, 2022

Facebook

Those who share on Facebook
Must assume, though incorrectly,
That everyone will learn their news,
If even indirectly.

But that is not the case at times,
So pictures and events
Are missed by some who’d like to know,
To varying extents.

The Facebook fans can’t understand
Reluctance to belong,
Believing that not joining up
Is foolish, strange and wrong.

Thus many who have made the choice
To stay off Facebook’s site
Must hope that for important stuff
A friend will shed some light.

Dreamscape Rain

He sprinted through an awesome barrow, skirting a stone. 
The music of July night is hidden behind hazel leaves. 
I smile and watch young people play from the walker garden.

Indeed, the downpour plunged, beating on my roof tied a tin drum. 
Choking out the bunny's smell in the extents of the forest. 
July fireflies long for the moon as floods ascend from onset. 

The banished euphoric world is an isolation labyrinth.
Watching the waters surface, the days pass suddenly of shadows. 
Conscious at dawn, the moon sails with me to the morning seashores.

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Written: September 25, 2021

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The Way I See

I focus on a steady course, unwavering, 
with just the few there'd be of us.

We past the ignorant, composed of juxtaposed hearts and
minds of a lost world that overflow with the many
of them there'd be.

'Tis easy to fall into a soulless mire, for their company be
greater, tho' friendless they'd be of any tiny mind whose
extents are to the girth of their being.

They toil neath our hydroplane sails that breathes life's
purposeth, empowered by our angelic host that guides a
righteous path to a waiting gate that holds open, to 
welcome us, warmingly.

The soulless has parted from their earthy remnants, as
their spirits rejuvenate within a spectrum light, for
once they'd be lost, yet, now sheeps they'd be
that returneth to the fold of a blessed
meadow, sinless entities all.

Now our numbers restored to its true levels from whence
it were from the beginning of timeless innocence. We
are tended to by our genteel shepherd and our
angelic host.

There'd be the one Heaven and together with the whole of us,
delve into the eternal mirth that enlightens the essence of the
many.


Date: 06/04/2019

Ridiculous Picture War

Photos bomb social media.
While
Terrorists destroy livelihoods. 
War rages from within.
Crashing rathe upon distant strangers; us...
Pictures reveal this through social networking.
A quite distant war becomes real—too extents. 
Photo bombs drop atop crooked faces.
Suicide bombs disfigure and gravely injure a far out man and a groovy woman.
However,
These groves are not so far out.
Closer to home than the television thinks—
Maybe more problematic than depicted and possibly more galactic than photoshopped.
What is their left to do with this distant war?
Sir War, her majesty, governor of terror like substance—ruler of all.
King War . . .
Master War . . .
Will you bow your heads to such ungodly deity?
Or
Will you fight for your mental pictures of believed righteousness?
Let's take this down to size and ask me (the writer) what he would do.
I would photobomb every picture possible until everyone around me cannot help but to smile and laugh.
One thing I know for sure I would not do is...
Never would I ever bow down to Master War.

May 29, 2017
Contest: Form P
Sponsor: Broken Wings

Ode To the Curious Man

Ode To The Curious Man

O young man so inquisitive,
What compels you to endeavor to such high extents?
Will you never stop dreaming as long as you live,
Climbing the steep peaks of knowledge until you are spent?

O young man, what drives you so?
Have your achievements not broken the status quo?
The untamable energy which you possess
Inspires me and puts me down, for I am so much less.

For in you I see the essence of humanity,
Which separates us from the apes.

Can I

Ever watchful
always alert,
so goes the heart
from day to day
as it sets out 
on its journey that lies
ahead - 
to gamble
to risk
and accept fate;
do I have the strength to try
or must I hide?
 
The mind plays a strange game
of riddles and puzzles
that confuse
to extents of complexity
far beyond the shores
of our comprehension - 
can I cope with such a struggle,
a companionway of delusion,
of unextended love?
 
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014

Some Hours With Family

Arrival of the long-awaited day, 
Here comes the kingly Sunday.
According to the planning, 
After weeks of spanning.
The family was supposed to meet, 
To gather together and eat.

Everybody reached the venue, 
All excited to see the menu.
Served along with tea, 
Were gossips about he, she n me.
Loud noises of laughter, 
Will be remember thereafter. 

The lunch began with fun, 
No one was in a hurry to run.
The moments together were peaceful, 
The demeanor around was graceful. The memories were relived, 
Each other's importance realized. 

The impact was such, 
All decided to meet much.
Family is a strong bond, 
That can resolve problems long.
Its the building block, 
Of a fruitful future's stock.

Value your relationships, 
More than your townships.
True bonds are your strength, 
They have no extents. 
These can make you smile, 
Even when away a hundred mile...

Tropical Rain Forest

Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows

Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises

My Retire Attire

My pants are tucked snug beneath the socks on my feet.
I also wear gloves tucked beneath my long sleeves.
I wear a full facial mask of fabric that allows me to breath
and then I retire for the evening and go to sleep.
This isn't some fetish or obsessive compulsion.
This ritual is performed for my own protection
to insure that when I sleep that I am not being eaten
by my current, most unwelcome bed bug infestation.
I must retire this way every day until I can give my apartment
a 100% thorough and complete bed bug fumigation.
Until then I am forced to co exist with them.
Oh the extents I will go to pay cheap rent.

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