Objects Poems

Our Legacy

As obvious as it may seem,
Our higher life we must redeem.
To get full value, its true worth,
It’s not a given at one’s birth.

First acknowledged, then understood,
Overcome ego, become good.
Use your energy to create,
Our deeper thoughts our true estate.

To share the truth that we have gleamed,
Our higher self must be redeemed.
Legacy: our thoughts repeated.
Shows our life

Shadows

Shadows
Whether they will be small, huge, tiny, big,
Short, tall, round, large or giant from anything and everything in this world, 
Shadows always appear.

They will become attached to you when the light rays,
Casts when something blocks you in the dark and, 
Follow you like a noir copycat mime.

The silhouette forms the basis of a 2 dimensional

Objects

Objects

Objects devoid of
definite shape are 
responsible, with the loyal aid of 
tree roots, and to 
bagpipe music, for the 
breakdown of
the 
Western Roman Empire (467 AD).

Symphony of School Supplies

The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room,
Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume.
Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand,
Ready to set sail to each uncharted land.

Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore,
Unveiling mysteries on the darkened shore.
Sharpeners gnash their teeth, devouring leaden dreams,
Leaving silver whispers where logic's spotlight beams.

Globes, like captive Earths, continents in hold,
Beckon's

Arguing With Inanimate Objects

Arguing with inanimate objects
Can be very distressing
To them
My Roomba drove itself down the stairs
The Keurig switched to decaf

Alexa told me where to go
Siri filed for a restraining order
My iphone deleted the “find my phone” app
My robot pet brought poop into the house
When I hit the “autopark” button
My car parks itself around the corner from the

Objects of Affection

“Objects of Affection” 

Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky 
we love to look 
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels

all’s fair in 
love and war
when faith 
and belief 
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied

trust 
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball 
is dropped,
compartmentalised

life interrupted
for

Broken Objects

Sunny and her love-object have broken up.

It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken,
that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended.

We try and be thoughtful and considerate but
we’ve only recently escaped from captivity.

Perfectly nice people are capable of unfaithful deeds. 
Isn’t that what so much of great literature is about?

Our lives are written

The Most Fragile Objects On Earth

The Most Fragile on Earth are we,
The creative brains, forever enslaved 
By the jealous mistress, the Muse.
We’re the folk Fortune never embraced.

Emotions wide open, tears on the ready, 
A fetish to embrace the senseless pain 
Of all humanity. We end up most often 
With angina, the sweet angst that kills.

Are we mad, are we magnificent,

Objects of Nature

There is nature all around us
Nature has many objects
So many trees are around
All an assortment are seen
In the forest a river or stream
It divides the forest in half
Logs on the ground long and short
Scattered everywhere on the ground

Many dead trees still standing
Do we hear the dead trees falling?
Birds in the trees nesting their young
Owls hooting

Lost Souls and Rubber Objects

Cars are made of rubber in the land of US
Asphalt highways twist and turn in pain
Erased for your protection at the curb
Life is no ones fault but yours

May the DMV have mercy on your souls
May they require daily inspections in your homes
Stay inside away from stores
Closed but open to suggestion
Avoid shopping at all cost. 

Sentimental Objects

There are certain items kept
Sentimental objects are special
They hold the good memories
Some of us own one object
While some of us own several

It could be anything owned
Mine are several items
I treasure to my heart
I framed a Christmas card
A scene of Colpoy Bay area

A painting framed of Wiarton
My sewing table plus more
A stain glass wheel hand made
When

2 Am On a Saturday

Your bottle
of Wild Irish
Rose wine
is a potbelly pig
bleeding in the tender
over-turned dirt

gnats linger near it
like kids do a birthday cake
when it’s about to be cut

I am under a blanket
thick as the snow that was on the steps
left from the blizzard of 1993

I keep light on a page of my diary
I sketch my dirty secrets in

The Crimson Convenant

She placed the small embellished table
Beside the open window igniting its red glow
As the natural light poured through
Spurring witness with exquisite detail
That begged for hands to caress and touch
Its spiritually ornate expression and artful fate

For It Was

Crafted by the peasant master's hands
In the spirit of the Berbers nomadic karma
The unforgiving wood was promised by prophesy
Taken

Give Me Something Round

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 objects are illegal in Michigan)
Balls and clocks are criminal offenses
Cops eat holes but not the donuts

Give me something curled up
Cylindrical

The Power of Water

“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement then,
craning necks and nets at the alien life under water that 
swilled any blood away in a salty sting. 

Until

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