Octagonal Poems - Poems about Octagonal

Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans and cutlery shouted in protest for they required much manual labour to clean and manual labour is neither a manure making messy meres nor is is meandering moonlit motorways moving...

Continue reading...

You cannot shift a mower with a motionless stance but a stance is not a stanza nor a stem so never put fifteen flowers, blades of grass, and a sweater together in the washing basket. And a shard a second is a sword that is entrusted to overlordship who's antics please only those that wound,...

Continue reading...

A weblike interior is not a gut feeling. It is an erosive quantity of golden hue with the goldsmith involved being the mind's eye. Mindful mindsets mingling many manuscripts momentarily. Regardless of format and zone. And the little cherry giggles playing hide and seek with the tortoiseshell cat. Meow it said. Then upon locating the...

Continue reading...

A pie is not a pasty and a pasty is not a plum scone. So why swim an acre or a hectare? It is to be said that wild golden apples make rather delicious curries. And fortresses of mild mannered swans can consume vast quantities of buns for an evening snack. It is seen through...

Continue reading...

The Octagonal Rainbow... At the peak of his stardom, the 'dusk' made him realize,   All those applauds were hollow and compliments to paralyze.   Amidst his performance of obvious glitter,   He put curtains and hid back stage in a jitter.   Who notes the absence and who celebrates this flutter?   A pause of solitude passed by and temptations took over   Through the cracks of...

Continue reading...