The measure of immensity
is a small step,
just a footfall
snagged by a tufted hole
in the space-time fabric.
The way you fall is the way
you get out of your bed
when the day is already too bright.
All things fall upwards
from the empty seed.
The vastness of insignificance
needs a Dollar Store magnifying glass,
anything more expensive
would only distort perception yet more.
Ant hills climb up themselves’
perception is a rope trick.
There is no such thing
as a summer or winter moon
yet we all know there is.
The infinitesimal cannot be reckoned,
but we feel it crawling,
sense its self-propelled intelligence
re-wiring our brains.
A bloody nose drips on a moon rock
a rock someone had forgotten
to bring back.
Space, like memory,
is full of potholes.
Beyond the mushroom cap,
mind-spores sporadically fail
to make clear connections -
the immensity of what we then miss
returns to space dust
dust we leave boot-prints upon
as we once again
trip over ourselves.
Categories:
self propelled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pending next droplet, drip mirror spherical
Rolls speedily down leaf spine, drops sluggish
Earth splatter tsunami sends ants hysterical
Stunned dusk undergrowth inherits lush nourish
Urge pink ibis mini flamingoes fossick forage
Monstera nod, almond gaps dim heliotrope
Panther threads trunks, slinky seeker of prey
Teeming technicolor butterfly kaleidoscope
Ulysses sheen self propelled pages paraded
Overtly elated to give and receive nil sage
Umbrella edges bend, rotund umbra worms
Squirm in church of curving purple steeples
Polished olive flags flap, dancefloor foliage
Rune scribes in immaculate symbiotic terms
Accord overlaps then parts, calm sequence
Your forest of frolic pays hedonism homage
Excused from the mantra of hot fate frighten
Rain redeems rotted logs in soft moss christen
Scintillating hinterland halcyon happy village
Twenty Second of October
Two Sides to every Story
Categories:
self propelled, animal, beauty, bird, color,
Form: Acrostic
Head-heart conspire, the plot thickens,
slowing thought flow, ego quickens,
choosing thus to negate desire,
the plot thickens, head-heart conspire.
Soul’s sheet wiped clean, karma’s erased,
for we have been by bliss mists grazed,
revealing our heart’s lustrous sheen;
karma’s erased, soul’s sheet wiped clean.
Bliss elixir for us alone
becomes boundless joy we do own,
as nodes stir in our soul’s mixer,
for us alone, bliss elixir.
Propelled by bliss, vaporised self
dances in glee all by itself,
recognising that God is this ~
vaporised self, propelled by bliss.
04-September-2022
(Swap Quatrain)
Categories:
self propelled, spiritual,
Form: Quatrain
Jungle clamour
Banter twisted like vines
Lions with psyche scars
Monkeys as crackpot sleuths
Snakes in a labyrinth guise
Parrots preen an oily beauty
Giraffes creak in rumpled posture
Immersive labelling
My colleagues salivate slippery ambition
Pre-occupied with image
Our digital frontier, computer glitches
Terrain fighting, coffee muted
Hidden fracturing
Beasts that claw parchment cubicles
Self propelled advancement, perpetually out of reach
Few scraps of conscience
Strong scents prevail
All of us are watchers
seeding what cannot be grasped
spirited wishing
to pass beyond our bars
to re-write uncaged narratives
Poem composed: February 23, 2021
Categories:
self propelled, animal, business, career, chicago,
Form: Free verse
Robotic!
Courageous, fearless and Inquisitive guy!
Wild and free, I would be,
Self-propelled intelligent tool.
Pacing through the darkness!
Screeching the storms and meteorites!
Defeating radiations and wandering free!
Travelling silently through the space!
Bouncing on the moon!
Spinning around the blackholes!
Exploring the Sun, when benumbed with the cold.
Yellow, red, orange, blue and green,
Leaving footprints where ever I go!
Sensing the spirits and greeting Aliens,
I would be a bug who loves to explore.
NONHUMAN POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
14th July, 2020
Categories:
self propelled, adventure, creation, fantasy, how
Form: Free verse
Hibernating from the spring until Autumn,
who knows where, maybe under garden heaps,
now triggered as December snowflakes come,
the single glove now rouses from it's sleep.
On pavements fingers point accusingly
or maybe show places where one might slip,
one looked liked it was going to pounce on me
and hold my throat in some icy death grip.
I know it's self propelled, that I can prove,
I've gone past one and left it on the ground,
yet later walking back it's surely moved
up on a wall, near where it had been found.
On a fence post, one finger in the air
a gesture showing that it doesn't care.
Categories:
self propelled, clothes,
Form: Sonnet
I endure the presence of caterpillars while it delegates in such power
If I wish to become acquainted with the butterfly I'd treat it like a self propelled flower
Seeking life from barren ground
There's one that holds destiny that'll soon be found
Never could imagine one suffer on; in earthly fate
Although there's evil that surrounds us in bitter pain of agony hate
That would break the bonds to breathe and live
And then we'd be reborn again with the option to forgive
Find that God that goodness brings
A chance for change the hope of wings
As minutes pass by,the butterfly landed to my nose
She was as delicate as silk and bright as a rose
I heard the flutters to my ears
And yet the warmth in great saturation lingered and never disappeared
Let it feel safe and gravitate it to me like iron shavings
That extra daylight that would bring in daylight savings
A fallen blossom returning to home
I'd treasure with me forever and keep it as my own
Categories:
self propelled, beautiful, beauty, butterfly, insect,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes I can literally feel the burn of silence.
It’s somewhere within my bones,
a blank slate made of heavy metal poisoning.
Perhaps if I cut deep enough, I can retrieve it
and find the inspiration needed to purpose
the lonely canvas I’ve sheltered for so long.
And with a marrow’d ink I’ll scribe the secrets
I’ve forgotten over years of mirrored eye
rolling and self propelled pity #$%*s.
Finally, I’ll be free to pool the ashes,
and build my castle of upside down day dreams,
and brightly lit nightmares.
I’ll call it “The Globe”,
and dress like Shakespeare would if he grew up in the 90’s,
and all my friends can help perform my drunkenly scrawled
screenplays that lead, inevitably to the death of “The System”
that we all helped create,
just so we could have something to destroy.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
self propelled, dream, funny, imagination, introspection,
Form: Prose
Battle weary joints in intuitions arrayed lines,
Reconnoiter the ballistic armor dish,
Spy work encounters soft voluptuous designs,
Muzzle lifted arrogant projectile as gripe ball?
Overshoot or underplay enemy rights,
Miss fit charged by the trigger happy brigade,
Blooms and bottoms out in fine rivalry points;
Self propelled guns to leave unfired shells around?
On the home front Howitzer powder monkeys,
Rest in peace to pleasure new silent glitches,
Old stories of their valor and fighting skills,
Victims of love bombshell hits, in stun attacks.
Categories:
self propelled, life
Form: Free verse
Self-propelled she was
Gas powered
Protective aromatic defenses
Kept away any intended offenses
She filled a room alone
And usually she emptied them
But she was a good girl to the bone,
And enlisted in the Army elite
The "creme de' creme"
Put her on the front line,
Turn her back to the enemy,
Screaming, terrified, running,
That's all of them you'd see.
Categories:
self propelled, adventure, fantasy, funny, war,
Form: Burlesque
I see rainbows big and bright,
This world I see is happy tonight
I wrote a poem that brought me down,
I will not post it, it made me frown.
Happiness and love I’d rather share,
Especially to those for whom I really care.
So climb on board my little Choo- Choo train,
It’s self propelled it has a brain.
It’ll read your thoughts only the happy ones,
This is the way my Choo- Choo runs.
It’ll take you to the moon this very night,
Riding on those moonbeams so big and bright.
Once you get strapped down in the seat,
You’ll clap your hands and stomp your feet.
A fun filled ride you’ll not want to leave,
Even though my ride is only make believe.
Categories:
self propelled, friendship, happiness, imagination, happy,
Form: Verse