Long Floater Poems
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A pegged round point gleams a dream as a passerby
pauses briefly at some display of hearts. Creams alot
enchanted in velvety reds filled with sweet treats that
address the same in my deepest fantasies. Employed by
the Creatures that slither their way, shading their point in
passing. Then a heavenly-sent gifts a genteel speaker
drifts a spun floater albeit a dove's solitaire feather.
Angelic hands reach down to gather it up in chorale
chants achieved its disciplined course. In brevity
breathes deeply, exalting with the soothing blessed
Suite, performed by Johann Bach. Toccata, Adagio, and
Fugue in C Major, with cultured ivory chords and refined
pedals as the fantasy seized a day.
Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty
Sitting placed by Square Leg
pint of bitter in hand;
drifting across from Peasholme
music from the band.
This match is like a chess game,
each batter settled in
run rate slowly rising, one end
tied down with spin.
An edge of frustration
causes a half chance.
An attempted drive
Gives a leg glance.
Nagging little off breaks
keep a batter on his toes;
can’t afford a mis-stroke
playing one of those.
A delicate little floater
causes a lapse.
Caught by the Keeper.
Well played chaps.
I can rush for a refill
as they take a drinks break,
then it’s back to the battle
of forcing a mistake
O what a way to die.
Couldn’t ask for more.
Last sight seeing victory
from a well driven four.
Its stumps for now
and I’m on my way.
Be back tomorrow
for the final day
Oh how I love
this beautifully clever game
Small wars of wits
No two matches the same.
Seahorses.
Who needs them?
Who wants them?
For what?
Really?
Seahorses look like the small letter q, inverted.
No other animals can do that backward tail curve,
Except the husky dogs.
These strange little sea urchins should have
Been named Bug-eyers.
Or Question floaters
Or Inverted Sea Q’s.
They do not look like horses to me,
No expert really, since I have only fallen
Off of two of them.
When you are falling off though,
You notice the powerful legs
Pounding toward your frightened head.
Do sea horses have powerful legs?
I think not.
And think about those tails, the way
They are curved inward, under
Their pie outtake buttons.
Who has to scrape the crud
Off them when they have to
You know what?
Inverted Sea Q’s probably have to use baby wipes on each other.
See how easily that term glides off a tongue? Inverted Sea Q's.
But what about the snout, you ask me.
Snout! I have to re-look at the Bug-eyed
Question Floaters, because all I noticed
Was their bulging buggy eyes.
Oh, now I see it.
Okay.
I’ll give a bit there.
The snout does look a bit horsey.
But where are those powerful legs?
What kind of pounding are you going to
Get if you fall off of a Question Floater?
Answer that if you can.
Submitted on April 24th for Julia Ward's Contest
Written on April 23rd, 2018
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty
My eye produced a floater
And although it felt quite weird,
It wasn’t quite as dangerous
As I, at first, had feared.
The vitreous inside the eye
(A jelly-seeming goop)
Becomes, as we grow older,
Less like Jello, more like soup.
Then little teeny fibers
Clump together in your eye,
Casting shadows on the retina
As they go drifting by.
A floater’s shape can vary
So it’s no surprise that mine
Resembled, like a pencil stroke,
A skinny curvy line.
It danced across my vision
From the left side to the right,
Interfering with my reading
And imbuing me with fright.
Though the doctor called it normal,
For it happens as we age,
I don’t need a new reminder
That I’m at that later stage.
FOWL
a feathered flockin farm animal
just a bird
web footed floater who runs
bird
common domestic rooster or hen
maybe a turkey, I should duck
the meat of a domestic used as food
decontaminate, purge,
disinfect, sanitize
brush rinse, scour
corrupt, rot, spoil
clarify, not cleansed much
bemire, besmirch, daub, grime, mire, smirch, smudge,
decontaminate, purge, purify blight
disinfect, sanitize sweep, wash, wipe
brighten pollute, tainty
straighten,tidy
adulterate, doctor
of something harmful or undesirable
contaminate, taint befoul,
grime, mire, smudge, soil,
corrupt, rotten, spoil smear
clarify, clean, cleanse, clear,
All that and all this is contaminate, pollute, boule
FOWL?
2/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Fresh and serene droplets rest in galore
As the dawn smiles on them to adore
The tiny prettiness in spectral mode
Downs from out of the heavenly abode ;
In dainty drips and drizzles the elixir
Enlivens and recharges the aqua-spur
Beyond the brim and out of norm
It sinks the floater and defaces the firm -
Mounds or mansions,weed or tree
Huge or little - are all toppled free ;
Strange are the ways of the cosmic strain
Be it the wind ,fire,tremor or rain
Atop the floating debris and decay,
The self-centred biped strides astray
With a whimsy wand and febrile chill ,
Streching the vicious arm for infinite fill
Of the precious trash ,never for any use;
Yet as ' trade ' - the imbalancing ruse.
Is that a ghost? I think.
Catching a wisp of a traveling speck in my eye.
I turn and it is gone.
But back soon enough.
Finally see a doctor.
It’s a floater, he tells me.
You will get used to them after a bit and they will go away.
That was six years ago.
I do not see them unless I speak of them
Or write of them.
There goes one now.
I used to have dog ears; I could hear a whisper from the back of an auditorium
Now I can barely hear the person who is sitting beside me on a subway.
I am not sure if my mind is consciously drowning them out
Or if I truly am losing my hearing.
There is arthritis in both of my ankles.
I am waddling when I walk now.
Thanks to the extra weight or my unsteadiness
Not sure really.
Life is an adventure at sixty-eight.
Live every second now, young ones.
You will not want to think back and wish you had.
My neighbor, Pete, is very frustrated
For two weeks he has been constipated
Then, in Poetry Soup
I heard him yell, "Whoop Whoop!"
His laxative had been activated!
He eats spicy food and lot of legumes
Where he shows up, a gaseous cloud looms
Pete is kinda kinky
When he makes a stinky
He likes breathing in his odorous fumes
Beth's twenty years married to Pete Cooper
When he didn't flush, she said a blooper
Pete left a huge floater
And now I will quote her,
"Pete's poops always leave me in a stupor!"
One time dumbass Pete clogged up his commode
After his bowels dropped a giant load
Beth called in a plumber
Who was even dumber
He just watched as the toilet overflowed
Pete's a n a l gases continue to leak
Can't stand being around them cause they reek
When his farts are expelled
I threaten a butt weld
To solder it shut, Pete is such a freak!
No one sits near Pete at the town meeting
No friendly smiles does he get in greeting
People are of like mind
Beware of his behind
When his flatulence keeps on repeating
Beth's face becomes twisted into a scowl
She told Pete that she's throwing him the towel
Next time his fecal matter
Is 'neath the lid in splatter
She'll not clean his crap stains again. They're foul!
She won't wash skid marks from his briefs either
Nor cook bean casseroles for him neither
Beth's taken a firm stand
Gave Pete a reprimand
She's hoping that soon he'll want to leave her