Long Square(a) Poems

After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park,
And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks.

The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine,
And the hummingbirds were...

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If the rubik’s cube was round
And the earth was square
We’d all be living different lives
Sharing a different time
There would be another tune in the air
And our hearts would sing a new song
Would we be aware...

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I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in...

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(do enjoy frolicking gently imaginatively)

County seat, of Mason County, 
   Washington, United States
westernmost city on Puget Sound 
   above ground sans tectonic plates

population 9,834 per 2010 census 
   end...

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Is this the weekend, by the way?
           (I always think it’s Saturday!)
           Load the kids...

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BAZAAR

Can you call it a bazaar
Where only one vendor
Her face strained
'Looks' pale, apprehensive
As if caught in a snakes' chamber
Yet searching for a potential customer
Desperate to sell products unheard of
Of human species, bizarre more bizarre

The seller...

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The year has begun with a massive explosion, in Japan it wasn’t a firework, but it looked like an experiment that had gone wrong. It started with a massive 7.6 earthquake that prompted everyone to...

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This poem, which is loaded with math terms, is to be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues.  What was I thinking?  

Johnny’s in the basement
Working on geometry
You’ll see my intent
A theorem...

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Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard, 
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.

I breathe in the same grain 
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound...

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The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea
Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and...

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Pied Piper in the village square – a man
With a wooden flute and a golden plan –
Whatever are you doing here?
Did the elders panic, call you in
To purge the town of salt and sin?

Are you...

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WHAT?

Thanksgiving’s on the way
This had crossed my mind
But what?
While shopping the mall yesterday I came on this display –
Who could miss it? – 
Shelves and shelves full of teddy bears    nutcrackers
 ...

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The cardboard square, a battlefield unfurled,
Two hidden armies in a silent world.
Red and blue banners crisp and neatly stacked,
A childhood strategy meticulously tracked.

The General stood, a symbol bold and bright,
Protected fiercely with all our youthful...

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by Michaelw1two

 Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq,
 it casts an orange beige;
 fiery though its blister stare,
 the horizon is still a dusty greige;
 visual spectres shun its light,
 twilight’s shield released its guige;
 haunt...

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What is a square, a shape, container quadraphonics, a traditional rollerskate
What is an atrium, a fireplace, a closet
What is a boxing ring, a gymnasium, blackboard 
What are a checkerboard, deck cards, crossword puzzle, jigsaw puzzle,...

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Rust Never Sleeps In Machine Town
(Android Life Tied To The Town Clock Tower)

Intelligent machines tread heavy on ancient dust 
Streets vacated in history make room for bots        ...

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Down the dirt road of the old farm village,
where the sun sinks low, casting long shadows,
each weathered cottage tells its silent tale.

Creaking porch swings, paint chipped and peeling,
invite a rest for those with stories to...

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My daughter who was then, just about seven.
The sun had just settled softlty in the Pacific.
We were in Ghiradelli Square, a joyful place,as is heaven.
Into an elevator we went so sparkling  clean and spiffy...

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Ever snorted cocaine? 
I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line.

When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, 
I shrugged and said, “No,...

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Right in front should evil dare, no words still,
Even if beyond you bear, no words still.

In market square a girl is tormented,
You can’t bear her bosom bare, no words still.

In public space two bawdy bullies...

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