Long Blobs Poems
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Trailing naked toes, hat low peaked
fingers laced abaft head and sun,
white-water gently threading through
the webbed keel of one foot.
The sky is blasting blue,
splotching louder blobs of cobalt
around a midday solar blaze.
Even the river billows,
heaps uplifted ripples into crests.
An old man rests
his skiff rolling rhythmically
to a tune
the wind whispers
through reed quilled banks.
He smiles beneath a broad brim,
wonders how long further this journey
can flow onward
without a braced rudder,
nor clinched knuckles
upon an implacable steerage.
He wallows in his ease,
allows the world to float on,
to find its own effortless,
unhindered way.
so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations
so the obvious one is racism
do the blind only see the sound
if you take it like colour
as in shades of pink
is shade just a lesser human
like a lesser red
deeper tones have stronger faith love hate
what if shade is the shadow
we blight on nature
What if it was a shade actually made of skin
sorry thats the serial killer coming out of me
or maybe just a lampshade owned by all humanity
dont listen to him hes a nutter
what if theres a lettet missing
maybe its
an shade of human
naw that disney sound right
A shoop of sheep
a faith of leaps
maybe Christian takes on humanity
the first of 50
maybe its that darkness
that blobs and muds
and splutters
from the pits abyss
that pulls inside
what if it has no meaning
until you give it one
My process is like dots.
Not stars, just nothing dots.
Rearranging.
Tangled netting and dragonfly parts.
Whatever I can grab and throw in the shopping cart.
That sinks through the tile.
I thought things were solid for once.
Then the holes got torn up.
And the dragonfly eyes too.
Disintegrated.
In such a poem which is made of sentences and more.
My process is like dots.
Spiky, horned dots.
Maybe a few blobs and globs enticing.
The end of a poem isn’t scary.
Or strange.
It's thirsty, but the end is that drink.
My process.
Like a pen that doesn’t worry about anything.
Nothing dots and dragonfly parts.
Wheeling me away.
Like they did five years ago.
Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
rippling stream heart,
inducing isthmus of,
harrowing bereavement,
blue vault fluke
surreal concoction,
shrouded in mystique,
enigmatic shroud,
shrouded pang,
otherworldly episode
On the face of a white Lilly
I saw countless pearls
Glaring with sunlight
Like diamonds under the light
From with in the shining blobs
I saw tiny images of the clouds too
They too were shining in the sun
Made an amazing picture
With in the diamond pearls
Flowers began to wiggle
Delighted by that portrait
And gave such a luscious aroma
As if Eden was near by
I looked up and saw in real
A sweet image from with in
The clouds as it giggle
I smiled along the universe
The Sun was rising and it was thirsty
So it started drinking the dew
Pearls began to evaporate
Fragrance was no more
The clouds were still there
But the pearls were gone.
Day was at its peak
But the life was no more
And the mist was getting dense
(Paghunda)
Atonement
Words laden with regrets spilled over profusely
Regurgitating blobs of ancient narcissistic deed
Awaken realization for vanity obfuscates reality
Enchanted by the force of hallucinogenic greed
To gyrations life dances oblivious towards time
Sparks amidst a storm ignites portentous skies
As Earth navigates apathy decimates the clime
Incredulous eyes evokes counsel from the wise
When youth ebbs spider webs embellish a face
Engrained memories from yesteryear reappear
The future herald adversities he must embrace
Bestowed clemency atonement overpower fear
08/21/2018
11:34 p.m.
Aboard "Vision of the Seas"
Cruising toward Mykonos, Greece
It’s the little things,
that remind me of my aunt,
and how in some unusual way,
she may still be alive,
if only in the memory,
a passing morning train,
tea bags splaying suddenly,
from unopened cupboards,
I’d actually forgotten somehow,
her favourite cup and saucer,
with cracks down the side,
pictures strewn in drawers,
redolent of precious moments,
framed photos in hallways,
that move without a reason,
car keys with fobs,
that gather sand dune blobs,
onion dome shaped artefacts,
for a chosen tartan table top,
that cast away diary,
which kept the gleam,
in those expressive eyes of hers
Should I start at the middle
and spiral outward?
I mean I don’t know what I’m doing,
just winging it.
I’m going to need some colorless beads
for the scarecrow eyes
of raw memories.
This is more a mandala thing,
a montage of the still evolving.
Maybe I’ll add a few straw stick figures
to represent lost causes,
a few spavined horses and windmills perhaps?
Some snippets of old photos,
fragmented keepsakes from the unkempt
and fading.
Some scrimshawed marks
of misplaced love affairs,
a few scratched runes on a wishbone.
Moving outwards there are vows
and betrayals, I’ll brand these
onto scraps of yellow legal paper.
Beyond the sadness
there is joy, amity, and more love.
How do you represent such things
perhaps with cotton candy blobs,
with invisible ink,
with a rod calibrated
for measuring kismet?
More twists and gyrations.
I should stencil in a trapdoor or two
there will always be the unexpected.
Now maybe surround the whole thing
with autumnal leaf
but I will need more straw
for soft landings
soon I am going to fall off the edge
of this crude model of self-illustration.
I don’t think I can do this,
I see endings and not beginnings,
maybe I’ll just keep a journal.
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an edit
The healthy foods do not appeal to me.
Carrots. Nope. Radishes. Na-dah.
Peanut butter. Yes! Chocolate! Uh-huh!
Apple pie with ice cream.
I dream of these things.
Someone brought something foreign to lunch.
Try it! She said. It is wonderful. A healthy snack.
It looked like mountain oysters, but maybe not as appealing
And I would never eat a mountain oyster
If I knew what it was.
Others came in and tasted the foreign blobs.
No one ranted and raved. A polite one or two thanked her.
You really should try one, she urged me.
She is the new wellness health guru for our company.
I politely declined. Without making the gag sign.
These little balls stayed out on a plate for an hour
Before I decided to take a whiff of one.
It’s peanut butter she told me. Try it!
At her coaxing I ate it, and it was pretty appealing.
I have been luring people into my office,
Telling them how awful these things are
Because when she leaves I plan to finish them off.
astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower than legumes
memorizing momentous miracles of magic meaning moroseness
nudging nebulous narcissistic nightly northern narwhals
occupying octagonal orbital ostrich-like ocelots
pursuing persnickety picky perverted pencils
quizzing questionable quails and quacks
redeeming respectable rustic ricocheting roadrunners
scalloping scuzzy scared scarred skeletons
teasing torrential test tube tarantulas
undermining understated underwater umbrellas
validating villainous vagrants verifying vigor and vim
worrying wiggly worm-like women wasps
‘xasperating ‘xpensive ‘xpansive ‘xtraordinary ‘xtraterrestrials
yielding yellowish youngish yippy youngbloods
zooming zealous zebras zigging and zagging in Zimbabwe