Long Ovals Poems

How could this possibly be a anything fake 
For that would be true if you were Rod 
Or Todd 
Or Harry 
Or drake ...
But no, you seem to arrive at just the right pace
Perhaps anyone...

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My beautiful friend
Hey. You daughter of beautiful Zion
Brighter than the city of Jerusalem
Yet I find no pleasure i you
O daughter of Jerusalem
Beautiful than the summer stars

Through the tender nights ahead
Illuminated with candles of life and...

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Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in...

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No voice is whispered in the void
Explosions inside the nest of stars
Ignite into the operas of the galaxies 
Noiseless vacancies full of mysteries
Evolve, remain as vacuous as they are

Space, bridled by the fire balls of...

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A ringing bell in the near-distance makes her delicate body tremble, as she sat on the corner of the opaquely purple stained living room sofa. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. She grew in despair of how...

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“Why?” I spelled out with my finger on my bathroom mirror
A pair of green eyes glared back at me through the wavy letters
I looked behind me but when I turned back the steam from my...

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Pining
                                  ...

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If the sky took time to form would be like a storm with out the forecast could one forecast the weather,
moons that look like ovals with no meaning  of bright lights and no shoes...

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Give me something round
Edges to life should be circular
Beware of the elliptic mystery
Rotate your marbles frequently

Give me something spherical
Two hemispheres in harmony
Held together with super glue
Solid to the core and spiraling

Give me something not Michigan
(Round...

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We begin at the beginning: a clove of garlic, too hard-headed
for its own good, combined with two large onions, their first denuding 
revealing fallow gold: the second layer, a pale green puberty,
then, the heartless blade...

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What Rusts In The Rain
(For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs 
& Typewriters)  

It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
up as if a doppelganger of all mothers and 
wombs
Leaving out rain as milk...

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Staring at the curtains, sheer,
hanging in the bedroom.  Roses
cut in lace, with vertical stripes
spaced between vertical rows of eyelets.
Ovals connected in chains from
hem to hem.
A loophole observed.
A place where mistakes can err
on the side...

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Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain
from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late,
withering lesser those few that remain
watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait.

Soft drizzled rain-drops accompany booms
heard where each hoof tramples dirt into dust.
Mist escaped muzzle while...

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IED
My legs like steel pistons
when I ran, winning gold medals
for galloping ovals.

Lean, hard, taut,
strong struts for farm work;
pivot points for the Twist, Virginia Reel,
or whirling my girl in a waltz.

Twenty-mile marches with fifty-pound pack 
...

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An Oval Precaution

Safety comes first when dealing with the oval
They are the shape of things to come
Which once was round before they found their way
Ovals start out as circles drawn upside down in lead
A thin...

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As intuitive as my eyes are, it glows and brightens like a glittering star
The skilful tandem work of my rosy cheeks and pinkie lips stick out smiles eliminating sorrow.
My shape, from my skull to my...

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Entertaining myself at work today
Easier if I did not have a glass wall
But I do and I am right across from the sign in sheet.
People see and they scoff.
Probably thinking this is all that I...

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a thousand orbs bearing, thus
          connected, all, or put to dust

focused photons press the link
          escaping matter's...

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Rounded ovals of color fall loosely into the jar
shortly before the store opens
first rays of dawn creep over 
the houses, buildings on this small street

the children stir from their cocoons and rise 
put on their...

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Falling Leaves Specific to the Elm 

Long before Fall, Elm trees thin their leaves,
And Elm trees are the ones we have plenty of.
Tiny little ovals turn tan and gold and green and drifting,
Riding on hair...

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Poems have their verses


Blinded by the light
Stood outside to stare
Counting clouds in groups of two
If only you were there

Dreams may come in circles
Rounding out the bend
Ovals in a cornered box
Wanting you again

Laughing through the sadness
Easing...

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6/13/17
"

Better get a grip or slip
In a world where it's hit and miss
Despite any similarites and differences


Involving shapes like diamonds, square, circles and ovals
Above or below buried and unearthed opal
Among what is considered far more...

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