Long Point to point Poems
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”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
Form:
Alpha letters in responses
The heart well connected
Words of truth and confession
It could very well be a lesson
At times a reflection back
At other times it became hard to even keep track
The mind serving the purpose
Words making sentences all obvious
If I said it, would you believe?
If I wrote you it, would you understand?
A moment in a Poet’s time
Sometimes while I am drinking wine
You saw me, but didn’t recognize
Inspiration calling
You felt encouragement, but desired more
It was your mind that assured you in explore
Brief pause
You started thinking with more ideas
At that point it was the rush of fear
Point to point
Suddenly persuasion set in
Continuation from where you began
Writing and not missing a single beat
No retreat nor defeat
You heard?
Since you are aware
You have shown you care
Pursued
Poet tomorrow and well beyond
Dear Fathers,
I've come a Long Way
I did draw that star
and placed a dime on each day.
So now I'm on point
and I'm ready to play
A wallet I watched
and the Time was matched
I found all the feathers
and all the stars on the catch...too
..." spectacles "...
My tactics are respectable
and my measures detectable
..." the genuine "...
article is true and yes
I can assure you
my art does tickle.
following written May 2010
”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
Seeking to live beyond the edge
When the world turns around
Changing tunes every second
Thoughts unfolded continuously,
Without looking at the parameters,
Neither to put any warning signs;
But only drilling from point to point
Enforcing the code, and
Passing through the spirits
To reveal the secrets,
While planting many more mysteries
Beyond the realm of human person;
So, leaving a vacuum of the unknown,
Making eveyone to rise up
Continue searching through the shambles
Wishing to discover the clue, and
Unearth the penicillin
Needed to cure the ailing world
Dying of double-standards
Engraved in all aspects of life
Hence, it is a calamitous 'metamorphosis',
That pushes everyone beyond the edge
In a quest to survive
Reality which smells like a myth
Dot to Dot
. 2 . Point to point
Painting life by the numbers
A moving chorus line of choice
Random patterns spurned
Unbroken pointillism paints a soul’s portrait
In shades of shadows and sunlight
. 2 . Day to day
In a sanctuary of measured stillness
Sunset and sunrise on a calculated thread
Sun and moon follow precise lines of gavotte
Like a moving celestial stairway
The pilgrimage of each morning and each night
. 2 . Mile by mile
Plumb line for restless steps
Stepping stones of revelation
Crossing over potholes of quick sand
Passing detours of indiscretion
Wisdom’s oasis marks each passage
. 2 . Note by note
Winsome, plaintive, joyful melody line
Rises from the deep eternal’s depths
That reads each note as written
One voicing after the other
The song of each life stitched together
. 2 . Line by line
Stars joined with silk filaments
Sweet ambrosia of constellations
Fiery guardians in strings of astral confetti
When north stars and southern crosses
Make paths through our tangled valleys
12-20-22
Contest: Dot to Dot
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Back in the day
That is what people often say
Graffiti create
Observation on subway car rides
Display surrounding one’s creativity
Something to do activity
Inside and out of subway cars
Up close and personal presentation views
Some commuters considered it garbage in waste
Art credit haste
Graffiti to inspire
Young minds never tire
Spray paint art on steel
The look without using canvas for real
Appeal attraction on commuter minds to capture
Graffiti through the years
To some commuters it spells fear
It became point to point preserver
A young life wants to be graffiti art known
This was their thought in having it shown
You won’t find in an Art Museum
It’s just subway cars contribute enthusiasm
Graffiti is what it says and art is what comes out
Graffiti everywhere in the morse
The share with care
Graffiti from the heart
Art start
Two Dimensional Love and Life
Some lines move horizontally
Others go diagonal
There are lines that travel up and down
They all make love within their set parameters
As is their culture and tradition there
Always within the lines, as is their prerogative and mission
For years Mr. E-line traveled from the east alone
One day he stumbled into Le Le Ling, from a line of high position
Coming from the east straight at him without permission
She was a fine line worth knowing, from a noble lineage
Both wanted sex directly when they met
They fell in linear love from point to point
Neither could continue forward, nor go up or down
And forget about left and right, as their world was flat and straight
They had to do everything frontal and did so on the spot
In the two dimensional realm you were caste from birth
To mate with someone from your universe
From your circle so to speak
Obviously they are lines so let’s proceed
In any case they came from flat lands of the east and west
Horizontal was the only life they knew
Le Le Ling and E- line were destined for each other
Other lines outside of Horizontal World were frowned upon
Diagonals were out of fashion, up and down too
Looked down upon in flat land prejudicial manner
Though “down” in their reality was not an option
Other dimensions did not exist for them
From their narrow point of view
Mr. And Mrs. Line had a baby line one day
They named it Little Liner
Raise it to be direct and true
And straight as an arrow too
In their religion there is only one commandment
Look in front of you to find your way to heaven
Since you have no other direction any way
Stay in line, head toward the light to find the truth
On The Plateau
Remote Island in the sky, on the plateau
Above the lowlands removed and separated
Nine thousand foot drop prevents our leaving
We watch others like ourselves down there
Telescope in hand to seek their knowledge
Down below they advance beyond us
Highland’s mesa and low world never merge
No transport or communication
No way to sink to there or rise to here
Two cultures bound in total disconnect and isolation
We might as well be from or on another planet
We can only speculate and wait
On the plateau, the land is flat and square
Two miles long and wide from point to point
All alone on our tableland, we circle in a stagnant cycle
A path of least resistance on the same existence planned
Our counterparts advance in open endless lowlands space
They look up to us and wave
Down there, as far as the eye can see, is nature
Expanding through our spy glass, forever on and up
And out beyond the seas, then stars
Time stands still for us on tableland, as we crave more
Sun and snow reach us first
I guess that counts for something though, on the plateau
MAKING A STAND
Starting a new day ahead
A good body together with a sound head
Hoping a happy day not sad
Forget about yesterday's had
Questing hopefully forward
Eyes and feet want a reward
Never looking backwards
With smiles and energy inwards
Kindness and loveliness radiates
Hesitantly don't mind irate
If ever someone irritates
Leave it to fate and faith
Everything happens for a purpose
That's all what I think I suppose
Sometimes I do agree or oppose
Because each of us has something to expose
Various enormous view prints
Coming from point to point it imprints
A minute to understand
Raising oneself to initiate a stand
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olive_eloi