Short Accommodates Poems
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figuratively speaking...
clearing the mind
accommodates new thoughts...
poetry then is as...
a reality turned inward
and outward
a conch shell time sphere...
from which to watch the wilds
with your own po at tree
stan sand
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Accommodation Of Seasons
David J Walker
Finally
The kind of cold that
Accommodates November
Arrives the day before
December sets in and
The last leaves of the sycamores
Have long ago
Presented themselves
To the winds to be
Carried beyond the vision of
A calendar
Autumn is old and weathered
No one talks about its colors now
And untethered
The Fall accommodates
The coming winter
Again
Ode To Refrigerator
My regards to Refrigerator !
Cool temperature
Calm by its nature.
Superb in Tecno sector.
Most helpful actually.
No need to cook regularly.
Preserving
Deserving
Cold character .
Accommodates every food item as I saw !
Cooked or raw :
Not to mention,
but no discrimination
and puts equal attention :
Unbiased factor.
02/25/23
REMEMBERING
Age sedates the imperfections of youth
excuses passions and
accommodates inexperience
Yet we heap glory on the culture
of their newly discovered experiments.
Often we tremble to see them go astray
biting away at civilized norms.
But when they reflect our dreams
of hedonistic excesses we smile
and wonder how to recapture the fire
that now simmers; a burnt out ember
of a flaming heart.
C.A.K. 10-1-2012
He keeps airborne, skimming over the grass
defying a specific gravity
of joy or fear.
He throws weight off his back like water.
The sky rolls over coiling flesh
as he hurls a tunnel of space ahead.
Where he has yet to bounce, the grass parts,
the land accommodates his passage -
gives way.
A walleyed rapture, a blind bounding
from the tip of mad whiskers.
A last ripple
while blades of grass reclaim the moment.
He keeps airborne, skimming over the grass
defying a specific gravity
of joy or fear.
He hurtles into a tunnel of space ahead.
The land accommodates his passage -
gives way.
A walleyed rapture, a blind bounding
the sky rolls over his whiskers
aiding the hares leaping heart.
He escapes the eye
barreling into nowhere until gone.
A waving grass
ripples into stillness once more,
reclaims the moment
the hare had just fled from.
The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn.
Tight stinking alleys
cobblestones and gin.
The condemned drink their fill,
none fear falling ill.
Harlots cackle and screech
the condemned grow horny.
The Hanging Tree accommodates
three at a time.
Six limbs a’ waving,
bladders and bowels voiding
- drink now to the dangling.
A canting debauchery
spends its copper penny.
Hungover Londoners swear
‘off the wagon,’
but look here comes another:
Pass the flagon!