Oval Poems

Oval window

Elders sit at the fire place 
Members of parliament sit at the parliament 
Pupils sit in class room
Students sit in the lecture room

He that sitteth at the fire place of the elders 
Should not sit to gaze 
But keep the fire burning 
Collecting firewood 
Lest the fire burnsout 

New students light up a candle 
From your colleagues 

Runners pass the touch to the 
Younger generation .
Give a smile to your next neighbour

The Portal of an Oval Window

I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides
"The oval window, a portal to another dimension".
It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle
to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one.

The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality,
a flip-flop state, steeped in, 
and reeking with ambivalence.
An oval coracle holding on,
rocking in choppy seas.

Therein lies a worm hole, 
where logic warps to both sides, here and now, together,
where light bends, twists refracts to an oval rainbow,
where time stands still, then back-tracks
to before, to way, way back when, 
and on to now and then.

An oval belies uncertainty, 
spiraling like sand, 
down in an hour-glass
down the plug-hole, down into the sink below,
collected in an oval coracle, 
an egg yet to hatch.

Oval room antics, and dubious semantics'

An almost dwarf from ukraine'
Who is real fond of warfare and gain
Got to the 'white house to barter'
Yet ended up starters
For calling; out' unsavoury names'

He then went to starmer'
another no charmer'
Causing Britian, much 
anger and shame'
I hear daily its people complain!

THE WAIT

A blank book lay on the table.
On it, the keys of the house
Waited to lock, unlock.
A gilded frame, echoing memories
Of love, waited, to be lifted, held.

Dragonflies silently flew following the rays
that streamed through the window panes.
The table cloth, bed sheets; friends in time
Looked at each other in the gloom.
The vase stood tall, awaiting fresh flowers.


Listless, the showpieces stand
with webs, catching dreams they weave
Secrets hushed, dust gathering on them
they pose at the fallen curtains, wrinkled, torn.
in the misty space, growing thin.


The oval shaped glass at a distance,
Still carried the perfume long used.
The book on the table, waited for a pen.
It’s pages, blank. Unaware, whispering
A past that never gave birth to a future.

On one side, a glass of water half empty, 
Waited to be re-filled.
So has been the shelf, the cupboard, the bed
waiting, to be touched, held, spent.
For seven years now.

The Oval

Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide

Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate

Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade

Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds

Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather

Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races

Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse

Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!

Narwhal In the Oval Office

A narwhal frolicked in the oval office
and stirred the status quo
they tried to remove his potent tusk
but they wound up eating crow-
Much to their great dismay
babies were a little safer
the economy was aurora hot.
He thickened up the thin blue line
and weaved a welcome mat for God-
He poked the giant panda in the snout
plugged a hole in our leaky bank account.

Come 2020-it'll be tough to ride a braying donkey...
when we've been purring along in a Maserati

Oval Office

Whatever comes out 
of the oval orifice,
is spewed out toxins.

Mothers' Day At the Oval Orifice

Donald Trump never had any doubt
He could hear Melania shout:
"Oh for goodness' sake
How long does it take
For a couch potato to sprout?"

An Oval Office

An Oval Office

An oval office;
Sign of truth and honesty,
Until Trump arrived.

JIm Horn

An Oval Precaution

An Oval Precaution

Safety comes first when dealing with the oval
They are the shape of things to come
Which once was round before they found their way
Ovals start out as circles drawn upside down in lead
A thin line curved first between reality

Other objects follow them in calm accordance 
Ovals are not born or hatched from eggs
Imagination welcomes those who wait
They have no eyes
But serve as examples of how to be
While coming into being from the source 
Original in the course they take
To occupy a particular space when they are in it

When being formed they learn no boundaries
Roll oddly down the street  
They could learn a thing or two from tires
Ovals never look both ways
(Having no eyes creates that quandary)
Beware of them
Take every precaution
Take an oval precaution if you can

Halloween Moon

Perched oval moon glared in baleful triumph;

it’s huge, round face turned my bones to goo!

Mr. Orb’s rapt, relentless gaze raised goosebumps;

scared-goo-feet flew, ‘cause, I swear, it yelled boo!

October Offered Other

Oh,
Onward
October	
Orchestra ode,
Offering tree leafs
Of oval and other.
Orange, red, onslaught color
Optimize falls’ ooh-aah skin tease
To tantalize seasons sassy change ~
Our tingle, tickle, breezy couple time.

Oval Truth

Listen to the beats
Heart calling to thee, whispering thy name.

Oh the purity! Meek it is
Reaching for thy soul
Bringing beats to form an oval truth.




Serious

Dining In the Oval Office

Overheard by a fly upon the wall,

   During Clinton's tete-a-tete with his moll,

      "Order extra salami

         And a tad more pastrami,

            For my pizza on your next service call!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Whisky In Oval Glass

Oval glass
Like your waistline 
Touches my fingers

Whisky in it 
Pretty hard
Soften with
Swing ice cubes
Glitters with cold 

Sipping by lips
Like your ****
Taste in love
Fuddled feelings
Slowly lie down

Your glance
Being an image in it
Concavely looks at
While filling up
With another ice cube

Desire reminds
Like talking your eyes
In a short time
Empty glass
Looks at me

In a moment
I stand up
And go for a cigarette. 



Udaya R. Tennakoon

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