Long Concisely Poems

What I wanted to say
the other day
when exalting healthy kindness
for potentially freeing us
from Straight White Men's great meanness

Costing Earth's Green Commons
and charging disinterest against
co-investing in healthy wealth
of all we cooperatively cherish
as good-wellness humored
for me
and win/win...

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Are you out of your goddamn mind?
What even is a TOS at this point anyway?
Copper meets gray matter in a stellar show!
Self-inflicted; this is what your ticket paid for!

Here's your endless stream of consciousness
Concisely squished...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like...

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Delusion and Reference 
(Paranoia) 

Once there was only one, not fun, 
So then this became two, did moo,  
But my mum thought there were two, 
There was her, and then guess who, 
God said...

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Our green campus favorite
MuseSpeech Teacher
always hosted outside seminars
at noon,
Sharp!

And served chocolates
while mentoring
Her systemic theology

"Doesn't get on well
with academic secularized ecology
we have
and have not
personally experienced."

This is today's thesis
and antithesis
for engaging stories
of synergetic peak experiences,
amusing EarthBright passions,
peace-warrior...

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Revived to pop out as an empty nester 
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis. 

The heirloom edifices occupying moiety of...

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Reminders of looking back the other way
Impossible to recall 'just' the way we were
Took the road few travel, wiser for it today
And yesterday, took a road to travel away
From here, the angels tears and the...

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Bill beat them to death. Verbose and belligerent, banal and brilliant, Hicks would beat
you with a joke until you weren’t sure it was funny any more. But you’d still laugh.
Advertising advocates he indicated, would be...

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Beautiful Boy
Your life
used to be a canvas
Filled
with darkness, splattered witih confusion
A cloud of bitterness
 hangs heavily on your shoulders
I see how the aggressive colors integrate with
 the blotches of pain painted
prodominantly in the horizon
and
I get...

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Sentence structure matters


Attention don't we really if pay
Build or to invention the we poem way
Might words just the scramble we as well
Everyone absurd that because it's will

Nicely don't words if the flow
Read will concisely them...

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“A person’s a person, no matter how small.” 
Dr. Seuss

Comparing

A young man stood next to a man who was much taller.
He began to feel lesser; so very much smaller.
Never of concern before;
His inches above the...

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Mindless Musings Over Morning Coffee 

What Is Wrong Or Right? 

Whether It be dark or light 

Be it in…or out of sight 

Wrong or right is neither 

Truly Wrong or right 

   

It...

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Mindless Musings Over Morning Coffee 

What Is Wrong Or Right? 

Whether It be dark or light 

Be it in…or out of sight 

Wrong or right is neither 

Truly Wrong or right 

   

It...

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an image blue     a memory
 fleeting midst
          black,white &
 colour flows

 shadows stream
&  ideas fly
        free to drift

 afterthoughts   floating
zig-zags
 primitive themes
the unconscious   pre occupied

 the misshapen
          in  designs
to surprise
    & provoke
glimpses
      into the  bizarre

a short breath blown
a frottage
     of connections
         embryonic& 
              ...

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Why are your wing's so ruffled black

It begs the question what on earth is the
air up there contaminated with

Is that maybe the reason why it's 2
shades of gray on a English summer's 
day in the...

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Fuzzy Memory


As a keeper of memories
I am second to none.
My cells are young, eager and clear -
I will yield to no one!

My Master is a cautious man,
I am fed precisely.
I sort and store in exact...

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15 Reasons to Practice Monoku Form Poetry:

1.	Thinking stimulates the brain. 
2.	The form challenges verbose poets.
3.	It forces one to write concisely.
4.	Thoughts and pondering intensifies. 
5.	Searching for a perfect word teaches.
6.	The one line form holds surprises.
7.	A meaningful...

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I can’t say
where life begins
and death takes over:

Oh! I know of birth
and funerals--
what the church says
and what my gut
further tells me…

but my heart often
wanders above wings,
parting shadows
to a place alone
where I encounter
a loving presence
my feeling...

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Studies his subject intensely
Like watching a dance
Each move remembered precisely
Taking a ready stance
Quietly and concisely
Evaluating the circumstance

Friend, foe, relative, stranger 
Fellow traveler on life's road
A challenger of danger
Or one he desires to know
Thief of culture...

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Producing large quantities of words
cleverly without considered substance,

Unveiling my needy novel entertaining intentions
yet not revealing news or even pretensions
about who I today am
becoming
or tragically have been,

Is this fertility
or merely self-absorbing pregnancy?

If the distance
between Earth's nature
and...

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My Mind
Continuously Composes
Line upon lovely line
Of poetry roses

Sparked and budded
By inspiration words
Like that of an Ode on a Grecian Urn
Makes my melting heart’s hunger burn
Elevated inspiration spike
From lines like
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”

This keeps me...

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My Mind,
A Time Capsule
Written: by Tom Wright
1/27/2016

With the clock un-laboriously doing its thing,
I start today with blank canvas.
No chambered thoughts, tarrying from the dark side.
 
My mind functions as a stopgap time capsule,
Where is interred...

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I ALMOST REMEMBER THEIR NAMES

I once had one of those
a vine with an award winning rose
I once had one of those things
a necklace with 2 matching diamond rings
I once had faith in me
like a car...

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How far will you go, 
Will you kill me ?
At least then I’d finally be free,
Your concisely discreet with the people we meet,
But we both know your not what they see.
I’m trapped inside your twisted...

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