Long Zeroed Poems
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How to explain.? All of what happened.' One minute from
Hours years decades, under and in the heavens.' A movement on peripheral vision of my eyes.!! I zeroed in
An orb of crystal i spied, perfectly seen through buzzing
Movement full of energy so alive.' As I kept watching the
Energy changed from inside, it altered to a water poured
As a spout to my fore.' Dissolving objects it came to rest
Me before as silver crystal, made all else look dull maybe
Eighteen inches from my face? So very beautiful.' Such
Power to dissolve.!! Yet He stopped and did not me eraze !
Then He rolled up into eternity, yet he did not forsake me '
All was as before.' Even old surface marks He'd rearranged
Each molecule each atom every part.' I wondered for six
Months.. Why would He waste His time ' finally I realiesed
He owns all.' Even what I have is not mine.' I took out life
Insurance in case I get taken.? Anyone left ' should not be
Fiscally forsaken.' I can say I am ready' I can say that i'm
Not.! Yet when He comes calling, it don't mean diddly squat.' So if I sometimes get religious 'like have a joke'
Make a laugh.' Believe me I know of lifes fragility.' So I ask
Don't be that hard' I'd rather that none perish ' and I only saw great beauty.' Yet the speed I saw? Experienced has left
Me really floored.'
I've given thought to "What if Rubik's cube was round?"
My answer might be considered to be somewhat profound
Initially, my reaction was, "If it ain't broke don't try to fix it,"
but that would be a lame deduction, so I decided to nix it.
Nearly fifty years ago, Erno Rubik created his colored cube
Some people have tried to solve it by watching You tube
but that defeats the purpose of the puzzle being a task
So, would it be any easier if it were round, you now ask?
My imagination zeroed in on the concept of that thought
without a solution to my query, my mind was left wrought
It was a point to ponder and trivial, to say the least...
A spherical Rubik's cube made my brows furrow and crease.
If dropped it would roll away to hide beneath the couch
That's fine since trying to solve the thing makes me a grouch
The name would have to be changed from cube to 'ball.'
It'd make no sense to call a circle a cube; no sense at all.
In fact, it would be an oxymoron; a contradiction to explain
Ridiculous, since the braintease was driving me insane
It would be harder to hold, and since a circle has no sides
There'd be no possible solution and no instruction guides.
I gave up on the idea of making Rubik's Cube in the round
My brain refused to exercise any more ingenuity to expound
On the notion, I'd already spent too much time transfixed
I trashed the suggested shape change, and left it deep-sixed.
1/7/2021
If the Rubik's Cube Was Round
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
The cat eyed the dog, warily
The dog licked his lips, hungrily
The cat backed away, tremulously
The dog edged forward, intimidatingly
The cat retreated faster, alarmedly
The dog zeroed in on her, aggressively
The cat let out a screech, panic-strickenly
The dog leaped for her throat, murderously
Let's pause this video clip, momentarily
And ask a couple questions, inquisitively
Why did the dog want to kill the cat, instinctively
And why didn't the cat beat a hastier retreat, curiously...
(Please click to restart the clip)
The dog paused in mid-air, hesitatingly
The cat sighed a little sigh, relievedly
The dog smiled a faint smile, sheepishly
The cat me-owed once, tentatively
The dog's smiled widened, perceptibly
The cat shed a tear, joyously
The dog hugged the cat, lovingly
The cat basked in his embrace, snuggly
Finis
May 09, 2019
They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy! I gasped
Grown tired of my own riddles
Those halting jagged lines
Conversely I committed
So disrespectful of my crimes
In dispatchment utter lunacy
Forgiveness once again!
Ive come to claim my lost respect
My place so quick forgotten was
So Zeroed out of ten
Twelve steps from cursed enslavement
Danced to music uncontained
Toi-toi in lone detachment
Side stepping their allure
And tangoed with enticement
And cha-cha'd with no cure
Then dropping over hurdles
Burning through those barricades
All over all these obstacles
So help me God I try to change
No longer need prescription
Still sometimes do I crave
Unshackled is your prisoner
Dispossession freed this slave
There is something about that -ism
A mystery by name
Other than recovery
Benign this deathly game
Be it known that happy healing
Doubles, behind the curtains of shame
You’ve been toeing the line
from the onset
twiddling your thumbs
while you waited your turn
keeping your wobbly chin up
even as gloom piles up and
begins to dampen even
the upper crust
But then fortune prances in
magic wand at hand
to bust wide open the doors
to paradise
and make dreams come to life
All players are poised to pounce
All eyes zeroed in on the prize
thought you too stood a chance
if only
for the breath in your chest
Your heart drums up a storm
while your sweat glands are
put to the test
Soon as your turn nears
your eyes swirl and turn into
brimming pools of tears
In an eye blink it all disappears
Went and breathed new life
into your fears
and blinked away your chance
so it appears
as the door slams in your face
You crane your neck this way
then that way in vain
mouth agape with dismay
as hope falters, then dies away
and plans crumble into disarray
As per usual, it’s just not your day
Suckled dry, now you are just
in the way
Bout to be wheeled out
to the shed at the back too
Get you banished
behind an invisibility cloak
you are officially off the clock
Left you docked on aeroplane mode
Now you are just a code
Valid only on print
till your identity is needed
to get the con back on the road
My poetry reflects so much that moves me in the world... It's a combination of my experience and feelings and emotions; and my perception and interpretation of the feelings and emotions other people feel. We all have a kaleidoscope of these within.
Unwritten
By Michelle Morris
09/04/2020
It is unwritten,
The pain I endured.
The loneliness
Self imposed,
No human trusted
Anymore.
Bonds broken,
Soul shattered;
Life together
Completely in tatters.
Distance in time,
Continents and miles;
Never touching
Or talking;
Communication
Zeroed completely.
A blank life -
Halted.
A full stop.
It is unwritten
That my soul is
Locked away
With feelings -
Unspoken
Unaddressed
Undying
But never allowed
Freedom.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Le Squirrel Sat For Le Painter
His canvass set
And oils based,
He zeroed onto her providence.
His lips miming
Rhode Island here
Big Apples there.
She scowled her impatience.
Her eyes dismissing his.
Although,
Him noting her dark chocolates,
Sweet looking,
Cloaked as balls of fire,
And a posture gorgeous and erect.
And so was he.
She was a beauty
And a beast ...
As levity was short on her,
But long on him.
If only she would give in
It would make for better strokes,
A better potrait.
Thus ill fated
In his mind,
This potrait sat on thin ice.
Little squirrels jumping in,
Ski jumping off her nose.
Swoosh!
Another one.
Swoosh!
The third missed.
Crash landing on her lap,
Smiling.
A caricature off and galloping.
His horse neighing in absentee.
Seeds of a lampoon sprouting.
His mind jumping
To conclusions.
He raced.
The potrait moaned.
He dabbled a little oil here,
A little oil there.
A pinch of rouge
On her cheeks and lips,
And highlighting a reflection
In her pupils.
Chocolates never looked so bitter.
He finished with sparkles
In her hair, flaming.
He paused,
Adding a little depth
and gradation to her forehead,
pointed and blunt,
like a squirrel posing at his party.
After all she was.
For hues,a reddish brown, and swirls,
No mistaking that of Le Squirrel.
He had a little ways to go
And a lifetime of laughter.
He added squirrels jetting
From her mouth and ears.
And that bushy tail,
He thought
Wiser of not making
Her into a **** star
His mind thinking,
her seated, the bushy tail
jetting up between her thighs.
No.
Upon realization,
her eyes squinting at the portrait
in disbelief,
Le Squirrel screamed.
The shrill heard around town,
Making the artist rise.
connie pachecho
8/31/17
Inspired to write this poem after reading entries
to the Artwork-Poetry Contest
notification of fire evacuation
slated to occur
April 12th, 2018 (between the hours
of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur
me to validate Google asper,
that direct object heave ving,
pro noun sub bull, verb bose,
ingenious American historical figure
attired in tailored clothes
careful sans his just keen
liberal mien pro
claiming necessity to doze
when body politik
didst need restorative source
analogous to drained battery expose
zing lack of electricity
mechanisms need did tubby supplied
(in one direction) flows
accorded stealing thunder and lightening
from Zeus where prominence glows
vis a vis via leaving
his tell tale fingerprints
upon flame inextinguishable hose
imprimatur of renown Founding Father,
a one man gifted born
improved quality of life
during Colonial American stage
buttressing forlorn
during his deux score and four years
fledgling United States heed add horn
bequeathing blueprints
(functional contraptions,
posthumous patents procured
after populace did mourn
gadgets kickstarting leveraging more novel
Ongepatshket prescience,
quietly revolutionary,
strikingly timesaving),
utilitarian value shorn
tattered stitched timeless totemic tenets torn
unimagined visionary watershed worn,
where underworld webbed wide world burned
with thermal coupling that churned
ferocious infernos
describing how Hades learned
tubby managed
to maximize efficiency
zealousness zeroed Zyder Zee
in said Netherlands
and hellish hot house turned
into a near utopia (More
or less nsync) with Doubting Thomas's,
where many mortals yearned
to escape corrupt fat cats, sans
those condemned to mortality
found minimally a mew
zing, and doggedly trudged 10,000 leagues
under the sea, entombing
jewels for vernacular speaking Josephine shew
wing scars from fire
that threatened Philadelphians thorough
lee hence, forcing many civilians
to dive vining Davy Jones's locker pre view
in 1736 after swallowing embalming fluid
ha I did "FAKE" you
tubal heave poetic pablum from human zoo!
Resting deep into dreams,
my future is at stake,
lost is my present !
Eluding realism,
eyes fastened,
alive to memories !
Lovely moonlit night,
a walk along the road,
hand in hand !
Making haste to reach,
and celebrate a meet,
sitting close !
Moments of togetherness,
enlightened hearts,
resting in peace !
Sweet past,
circulates and recirculates,
feeds on soul !
Aurora of twilight,
days and nights,
unaware resting !
Slipping out of his mind,
memories yet echo,
hopes evaporate !
No desire to wake up,
I am no more than,
a dead corpse!
Worms crawl within,
Till I am eaten up whole,
Zeroed in rest !
Till my blondes turn grey,
and colors of life fade,
twilights turn dark,
and beauty wrinkles,
His one hearty call,
I await getting up,
look alive,
alive and kicking !
written on 17/5/14
contest- The Dream
sponsor- Isaiah Zerbast