Residual Poems

Residual Waste

Learn residual
Waste like cans, bottles, plastics
Reuse, Recycle.

Residual Jiggles

I
Reduced to nothing
But not absolute Zero
I have residual energy
And nothing is not nothing
It has something, always
And we can get something out of nothing

II
The quantum world tells us truths
About nothing: if I am as a quantum vacuum
I have residual Jiggles
So let your jiggles jangle
The Universe decreed it
Nothing can get you down to zero
Out of nothing, juggle

Vigil Which Was Residual

there was a vigil
effect had been residual
Trump appeared regal

Residual

Ancient priests,
witch doctors,
shamans,
sorcerers. 
Power!
Held the
ancients in
control.
Existence 
frightening,
answers few.
Power, the
few holding
the many.
Control!
Controllers,
followers.
Power,
rewards for
those who
grasp it!
Humanity, 
pecking order.
Power passed
from ancients 
thru modernity!
Nothing 
changed!
Few
controlling 
the many.
Change.
Change
coming.
Hive.
Human hive.
Hive mind
technology,
internet 
singularity.
Pecking order,
dies!
Power 
homogenized!

Residual Morning Ritual

Residual Morning Ritual

Morning habit had become habitual,
That soon would turn into a ritual;
Worn thin,
Again and again;
Effects ended up being residual.

Jim Horn

Right, Andrea.

Residual Affects

Residual Affects

There are effects that became residual;
For some could never be conventional,
And from day to day do vary and vary,
As cows diligently give milk in a dairy;
Hopefully environment is conditional.

Condition of environment is cause
of many things that are created.

James Horn

Residual and Conventional

Residual, Conventional and Hysterical 

This should be a real change. Is anyone
else out there game besides me? Here
goes again.

The effects could start out conventional;
What they ended being were residual;
What I would find most appalling?
Is for the temptation I was falling;
Hemorrhoids said to not be hysterical.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Has anyone else accepted the
challenge

More Than Residual

a potent indication
of residual energy
slowly taking possession
of my sanity
         I feel it manipulate
         each experience
         toying with my fate
         confirming its existence
I can

The Residual Hours

My windows are my exclusive groves
My absolutely private dreams
Your lovely dreamy beauty brooks
Your small and soft but brilliant suns

Let me stay my eyes shut
Inside the poems you ardently wrote
But I am not going to ever quote
It was frenzy between what and what

Ah how winy are the memory flowers
Holding on to the residual hours
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April 16, 2016
Submitted

Residual Joy

Did you ever have one of those magical nights
When everything clicks into place?
When the stars are aligned and your mood is defined
By a flood of support to embrace?

Surrounded by loved ones and showered with warmth,
The smiles seem to sprout with no end.
You’re super aware that you cannot compare
What you feel, since it seems to transcend.

You

Acorn Residual

oak tree sheds rich crown
squirrels glean the meaty spoils
residual shells

Winter's Meager Residual

Balmy currents retire to southern shore
Frosty streams blight earthen floor
Winter's portents roundly deplore
Wistfully longing for summer's store
For gilded fields, masted trees implore
Harvest's stipend succors no more
Residual huskings now cattle's score
Ingratiating beams now seep through trap door
Bristling wind over meager fare doth soar
Barren limbs are shivered to their core
Fertile seeds, fecund spores in fallowed mounds bore
Wanton

Rabbit Residual

Who did plod through the fresh laid sod
What plunderous rogue could be so treacherous
When did the fresh, bright mane garner brackish stain
Where did the stealthy herbivore dump digested core
Why did that silly hare his gastronomical fare share

Crow's Residual

Spring's christening morn, they sow each, leased field
You squawk at their noisy machines, fabricated skill
In due time, green shoots sprout; twined destinies distilled
Awaiting Harvest moon's celestial seal
You ready your nettled till; contraband to fill
Before hoary frost can shower its blighting chill
Mechanized hands garnish nature's wage; stitched pockets to gild
Golden nuggets ferried to recycling mill
But to

Spring's Stormy Residual

Swirling wisps mount the horizon
Cresting over their funnel spouts
Steaming ground-swells incubate on earth's oven 
Thermal currents surge upward through the convector
Cooling reams ballast the sides descending the shaft
Energizing columns fueling the expanding balloon
Cooling and condensing into droplets of dew sublime
Pairing together in cacophonous chorus ascending briny ladder
Billowy bowls fill with sappy streams of bliss
Bulging at seams,

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