I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away.
There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertained my youthful glassless eyes for the near full length of this drive and that thing be an unobstructed view.
I'm talking about Comet Kohoutek, of 1973. Admittedly, the spectacle looked like a toy when the tail drops a bit then ups a bit.
The comet appeared blunted, like some dream, or like a string on a kite but cut severely short.
On the opposite end, being my left-side drivers window, directly is the moon over the ocean, and the comet more left of my driver's window, heading towards town that I had just left.
The moon fronts my drivers window, the comet in my rear window, wondered with that comet out there--where is everybody?
Ah, that's the answer, it's driving out to the country, with the length of a beach one side, the moon in front, comet rear, and that is why nobody's here.
... and not because it's two in the morning.
Categories:
glassless, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I don't wear my glasses,
Sit beside the window, the glasses on my lap,
And the familiar world looks unfamiliar!
It's dawn right now, it's almost Fall.
The sky is cloudy today, very dull,
Lawn is still green, trees and bushes did not change their colours yet,
A crane which stands beside the skyscrapers in the distant,
looks less monstrous, a sillouette in the horizon.
In my glassless eyes, evergreens in the far look hazy,
Even the grey skyscrapers seem less intimidating
With a few lights here and there, blinking.
It's Wednesday, garbage trucks are passing,
Stopping at every corner, extending the mechanical hand to pick up trash.
To my blurry eyes, that action seems soothing!
A few cars left in the driveways like abandoned children!
A lady, in a hurry, getting in,
in the driver's seat, and zooming away!
Sometimes I like to watch the outside world this way -
Through the frame of my rectangular window,
Like a watercolour painting -
Hazy, blurry, indistinct!
Categories:
glassless, how i feel, introspection,
Form: Lyric
I glimpsed our horizon echoing Sun
Voluminous sets of waves whispered crest
Neath, its silent swarm's hushed sealife possess
A sullen saffron lens rise slumbered some
Dualities of grand expanse, lay calm
Aquarium of a glassless shore stills
The constant vastness of two voids fulfills
Indiscernible range touch spreads aplomb.
Hands to lips flung a kiss ferry o'er a crowded room as a single kiss falls to a floor, unnoticeable to all, except to its deliverer and of course, being the exploit,
A secretive chance for a budding romance enters a phase in shape of a maze of a hall of mirrors within a house of horrors and the vague, willing to the unable, engages,
Third times a charm enters the calm, of the quietude of an early eve's mood, as dusk make haste to night's embrace, the final endeavor in stages;
the audible...mute,
the visual...blind,
the indiscernible...void.
2019 September 19
Enter the 'Pick A Title, Vol 9 - Enclosed Rhyme' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
glassless, 12th grade,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Down on one's luck
Down to my last food stamp
The luck of the draw,
As luck would have it - I have no luck at all!
Don't draw lines in the sand
Draw funny looking mustaches
On the photos of your enemies!
Comb through any and all public trashes
For better chances at finding rarer photographs
To draw even funnier looking mustaches...
...You'd be surprised to find
How quickly the time passes by...
...Protest endlessly
In the unending rain
Bundle up
- Or catch your death, again!
Cheat the odds - One more time!
Share the last laugh
With everyone else, so long as you possibly can!
Radicalize the neighborhood children,
Socialize the neighborhood wildlife
- Split with the Neighborhood Watch
Over irreconcilable differences
- Concerning children and wildlife...
...Don't throw so many stones
At all of those glass police officers
- Instead of being so violently useless:
Use those stones to build glassless homes...
...Or I doubt any of us
Will be living long enough
To see the days of a classless world!
Categories:
glassless, anxiety, depression, history, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Hungry cry of waking baby
challenging the staccato
of small arms fire.
School bus honking
over the droning hum
of I-phone ear-buds.
Wood fire banked against
searing desert winds
rattling glassless windows.
Pop tart in microwaves,
nutritional nuance
of the overfed
undernourished.
Dogs barking in the distance,
squeaking well wheels
bare feet padding
to distant comfort.
Beeping, one eyed tyrants,
demanding attention
“whatuwearin’”,
Rooster’s inane need
to alert everyone
“SUN’S UP! – SUN’S UP!”
Children squabbling
over much – or little.
Pots and pans and decisions,
“who likes what” vs
“who needs it more”.
Mother’s spreading love
on fragile hearts,
singing songs
long forgotten
by the fathers.
Prayers said
in the hope
of golden morrows
tears shed
in the depth
of poverty’s sorrows.
The cry of a waking baby,
the hungry sound of an empty tin,
choking angry words:
“Please sir, could you help, again”.
Sounds of a day
blowing across a hardened consciousness
aching to be heard.
6/18/2016
submitted to – Sounds of the Day – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
glassless, life, society,
Form: Free verse
I crave for peace and love
I crave for peace and love
Not chaos and destruction
Not chaos and destruction
I need construction...
I need help...God, I want help...
I'm ushed in the margins
My ideas thrown into a million garbins
People have fins
And I have scales
They don't see unique...
They only see a glassless geek
They seek not His TRUTH...
They only look after lies...
And their fantasy goodbyes
End the beginning of the wicked times...
Let time unwind for a time...
The spotlight shouldn't always be on you
It should be on Him...Jesus...Mary...David...
James...Jonah...Goliath...and all of the above
Learning lessons isn't easy...
But, God's answers surely are there
I want to be set free like a Jerusalem bug so freely...
Gleely...gaily...frankly,
I wish I wasn't me...
But I am...me...
So...what?
Categories:
glassless, angst, deep, depression, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Winter creeps forward
As I struggle to look presentable.
None of this helps.
The writing, the window, the bed,
As my bank calls me again (and again)
Requesting me to pay the overdraft
Fee they themsevles charged me
Which I can't afford
Even the draft from outside
When I open the window
To merciless New York,
This city, the nest of my worst
Nightmare--last night:
I dreamt my bedroom was speeding down a dark track
My window, glassless, a giant square hole
Where I watched my room
As it sped its way into a hellish oblivion,
Soundlessly into the night I stuck
My head out and cried:
"In the time of light
There was God."
And I awoke.
Categories:
glassless, mysteryme,
Form: Free verse