Long Squarish Poems

Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...

Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy 
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly...

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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers

of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road,
Down a little ways from Grandma's house.
This day, it must have been October;
The afternoon sun was shining hot; 
The side of the road was dusty.
A steady...

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A splatter of random color,
literally thrown on the canvas,
sold for two million dollars,
has it really come to this?
Somebody would shell out cash
for what is really a paint spill?
Perhaps they really ‘get it,’
I’m thankful that I...

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Upon this fairly scribal yet oversize, 
Very squarish or rectangular tablet, 
Do I scribble and scrawl these very words, 
And those of the completeness of at least a brace, 
A twain, a pair of poems,...

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Doors are closed

Doors are closed, windows are closed,
The vessels know the noise they have
And I enter into the suspection of dreams
That sometimes cover the bouquet of my brain cells
with enthusiasm and thrill unknown

Decrease the moments...

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This pile of pills keeps me afloat,
Washed down with beetroot juice each day
To keep the aches and pains at bay
And ailments more substantial. Who knows
Just where or who I'd be without them
Or what indeed each...

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His squarish jaw, waggles when he thinks,
holding his fingers entwined at his waist.
He stares past his silvery frame, sinks
into mind, until I break in and say hi.

His thin silvery hair, is plush with curls at...

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I wonder why you stole it – 
As a trade-in for some food?
To pay a debt or maybe just
‘Cause you were in the mood?

Perhaps you simply liked the style – 
A squarish flat red stone
Set...

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His artistry is unpolluted 
the way he pushes color across his world
is a miracle.
Whorls of potato people dancing  
blots and dashes of undiscovered animals
black lightning streaks strike 
a squarish-lemon meringue sun
orange finned tuna flying...

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LOOKING AT A MAP OF THE PACIFIC



A big blue squarish shape of paper 
But without edges as limits.
Over each swash of this blue bigness
Are names printed to identify the unidentifiable.
A strait or a bay or...

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I love polygons even as they are irregular
Within the tangled space and time
Rich angles become decisive corners 
Tricksters of a memory

It was tender congruency at first sight
Delightful and captivating solid cubes
Even as they drooped into...

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First letters are undulating, bouncy and loopy
Rest are sort of pretty sloppy and crunched together
With a load of smooth diagonal lines that connect all the way
And a squarish circle degenerated into a quick squiggle
It's a...

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