Short Globular Poems

Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas?
glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness?
glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator?
globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas....

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Errant steals,

like globular e-mocking,

stark Jabs in test,

wave's of sustainment globally casting flesh aside,

wantoness stops as
tubular horns row them all away...


Nickled as jells in the jangles,

wobbie in a talk in a mangle-

flippin' at it's angle',

crunch crockie crangle,

the bottle on a walk,

like a Laker in a stock....

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Gassy globular leap
splendor in chromatic tone
golden brown hues race,
leaping waters of delight.
Beneath prolific waves
A humpback whale
birthing.

A newborn rocked
in mother earth as womb,
discoveries come as sands shift;
The timeless sea has secrets,
she shares with only her offspring.



1-18-2020
STRAND any form any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...

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SWELLS THAT COMPEL

the fall moon's lull shows
mystique silence across skies
branches shadow dance

rice seedling patch strewn
upon well-plough watered fields--
globular tummies

from my bikini 
to quilted silk evening wraps --
chrysanthemum blooms

rainbow processions
passing through cities thru-fare --
church bells count the mass

(c)Olive Eloisa
6:50am
August 18, 2014...

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BLACK CLOUD

Mourvédre* cluster overhead

weight of Everest
capped on nerves

suppresses colors

squeezes eyeballs
behind dark sunglasses

lightening drills through temples

attempts to prop up
one’s globular head
with isometric fingers

grape stains on cheeks
relieve pitch of crystal

shattering the oppression

kaleidoscopic relief

10/15/2017

*Mourvédre - (mohr-ved-ra) - dark red grapes...

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Freedom rises in patriotic hues,
Lowered to half mast in mourning.
Abecedarians first salute of red, white and blues.
Greeting of new school day on slate-gray morning.
Pole sealed in globular cement — a foundation
Of a world of promise waving in the winds of fate.
Learning with loud claps of chalk dust in ovation.
Every student shaped by curved line or straight.

8/7/2018
Acrostic and Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Savannah Brown...

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If,
I was not afraid of, 
the thing, but the signature 
strike of a copycat
in the art of dismantling.

You,
try to pull down brick
by brick, the
jeopardy. A dead premises
becoming alive.

How,
will you,numb with pain,
explain the poetry of victim’s trail,
becoming a Buddha ?
Can you find a bo tree for me ?

The,
grape hyacinth, I still
carry your globular blue
eyes, chasing my
kisses. Why in the evening ?


Satish Verma...

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