Short Assemblage Poems
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Baldaccrini aka Cesar
loved to crush the motor car
He made them into an assemblage
when giving them a title was all the rage
winter fog at dawn-
cobwebs shivver
necklaced to the hedge
against the sky
stark tree silhouettes -
arbor assemblage unveiled
An assemblage was held among fruit
to decide the best color of suit.
Apples and strawberries said,
"The best color must be red".
A banana said, "yellow is cute".
Morning Musings
For 3/14/2020
By: Tom
life is an assemblage of days,
linked together, both good and bad.
For many, only a short phase,
for me, it's been Heaven's launchpad.
figures
of speech
cliched
sterile
out of place
retrospective
maxims:
a repertoire
of snippets,
a collage
of the impermanent
in a
play filled
assemblage...
....inscribed
Quieting the doubts in my mind -
I hid beneath a thick assemblage
Of our ancestral tree
And standing in the dark of silence,
Colored leaves fell on my hand
Predicting a future wiser than
I'll ever know.
My Return to Forever Neverland
behold blended benevolent beings
Assemblage on my behalf
Microcosm minutes balances all
Eternal spirit equations unfettering
our coincidence of cold living
Universal postage accepted.
Galaxy of Thoughts
A milky way of brain moving from space place
Particles of substance combine with matter.
The assemblage of mind matrix through sense in scene
Forming an art in thoughts moving in sight.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
28 June 2006
2:00 PM
figures
of speech
cliched
retrospective
maxims
a repertoire
of snippets
a collage
of the impermanent
a
play filled
assemblage...
....inscribed
interaction
of parody and
sentiment..
all
in wordplay:
interspersed
&
crafted
with sensibilities
When will it happen that
in an assemblage of
two or three computers,
in a house wired badly
by a drunken electrician
twenty years before, a
steady wave pulse emerges
between the dishwasher,
and the espresso machine
and connects to the shorted
out garage door opener that
a persona will appear and
announce to the startled
occupant of the house,
"I am here"
Charm the waves,
Entail algorithms of templates,
Subclass the seasonal stripes,
Smash this tasteless flame stitch.
A chevron turning into an imperial damask.
Intarsia the charming argyle in this rotunda.
Rub the blotch off the bull's eye,
Collage the camouflage in this calico assemblage.
Chintz in the heart, chequer in the mind,
Charming Patterns.
... the swimmer
swam up the tube
within a frantic assemblage
of other swimmers
pushing
shoving
striving
writhing
towards an egg queen serene
in a womb room needing
swimmers for seeding
begetting gametes to collide
and form a more perfect union as
a zygote only a mother could love.
Fish-eyed unfeathered fetus
eons
beyond
the beginning.
G-et into the galaxy of values,
L-ove is the most notable one;
O-n the twenty-third of November,
R-ight conduct is done during
Y-awn.
L-earn from the galaxy of values,
A-im at an assemblage of rules;
G-ood manners are found inside,
U-se the brilliant moral tools.
L-ook at the pleasant principle, gaze at the inspiring views;
A-llow your life to live by the galaxy of values.
floral fluidity
disclosed
in fragile beauty
artifacts announced
in allegory
a semblance
of stilled life
ornate
yet commonplace
enjoyment ancient&modern
in fragments
of familiarity
assemblage of emblems
of
the everyday
motifs
anecdotes
of the incidental
ostensible&elementary
inanimates
to deceive
the eye.
I am made from broken pieces
An assemblage of fading memories
The cracks in my mind are a penumbra
To the pulchritudinous of its art.
The surging ways of my
monachopsis are kept at bay by
The mellifluous voices that I have
miraculously been surrounded with.
My ethereal scars have given
Their labyrinthine paths over to the
Palimpsest that is my life
The writings of a new era.
I will make broken beautiful.
lavender florets
sway their hems to a gold wind...
as
queen bee jiggles
aisle of lush gardens
invite morn's jaybirds on flight...
coo
cooing sweet tunes
dew bathes newborn plants
evergreen their christened ribs...
from
heaven's blessings
such bright assemblage
displays lush April's glory
when
spring thrills charmed hearts
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Sponsor: Mystic Rose
4/10/2016
Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe -
THERE IS nothing left.
So as the last tear flows
I only hope,
tomorrow will be
a little less bleak,
Without Me.
As I stood in my flower garden,
a gang of blue butterflies came drifting;
they kissed a tall purple corn flower,
then, stopped to caress my painted daisies.
Fluttering and twirling in a waltzing dance,
between my yarrow, sage and yellow thing growing;
they stopped for a quick sip of fountain water,
then, the assemblage of blue gems floated away.
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March 27, 2019