Short Grouped Poems
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I stand not alone, but grouped as ten
Here comes that big black ball again
I'm down, but not dead
Pulled up by my head
It's just not easy for a bowling pin!
Wicked hexing creatures
Wagging their evil tongues
while casting ancient spells
Wart faced old hags. Women
who recite sorcery,
with newt eyes in cauldrons
Wretches grouped in covens
Blotches and splotches,
Pink and red
Don't dare scratch:
It'll spread
Treat with loathsome liniments
And soporific pills,
But there's not a real cure:
Must suffer the ills
Watch out for pointy leaves
Grouped together, numbering three
Do your best to avoid it:
Poison ivy—the devil's weed
Once we were hunter-gatherers
tribes grouped outdoors
before the days of yore
now we're hunt and peckers
each cooped indoors
on personal computer keyboards
and way back when
we'd communicate
banging on the drums
yes since then
we've progressed
today we're all
fingers and thumbs
The man in the moon met the children of the sun
The stars grouped together and twinkled as one
The planets applauded as a comet flashed by
An astral reunion that lit up the sky
A nebula formed with hydrogen gases
Dancing neutrinos entertained the masses
The asteroids clashed when Venus came to call
A black hole appeared and enveloped them all
The displayed of the moon
With half pale eye
Is as a person closed one eye
Delightful breeze makes
The leaves to waft
Miming with their tiny branches
Fingers,left and right
Back and front
As the crows lure the night
To fell with their sonorous vent
Is as a grouped of people carring out
Acrobatic foxtrot
The quiet of the night
Leaves giving thanks to orb of the night
For brighten the night
Hate is chemical,
flows from brain,
do not know how,
some things add,
like a bloody fad,
you feel like away,
rather being on your way,
these faces and places,
that you hate,
are something,
and not just one thing,
they are grouped,
before they are trooped,
you stereotype,
as you gripe,
you bigot,
as you overlook bright spots,
this is hate,
you go long with it,
perhaps that is target's fate.
I may appear as so much more, unwelcomingly,
and concurrently be less than what you think you see.
You may be grouped with others according to me.
People often try to hide me, women especially.
I'll change your appearance in ways you won't desire,
but if you care for yourself well, I will rise higher.
I keep proceeding ahead and will never go down.
My pace seems much faster the longer you are around.
1-17-2021
Reflections
My words are a collection
tiny fragments of my life
grouped together
a reflection of my soul.
Like a child's gathered treasures
my reflections I hold dearly.
My impressions
the expressions of my heart.
Through the pen my words unspoken
striving for their liberation
can escape
the boundaries of my mind.
Then in joyous celebration
words released upon the paper
blossom into
the reflections of my life.
Cognitive ability beyond educated theory
The strive to know, the strive to grow
People like planets, grouped into galaxies
Knowledge constantly streaming, truths and fallacies
Misunderstanding turns into conflict
Religion tried to solve this, the results have been... mixed
Silly planet people don't they know that many galaxies make up one universe?
I know this message is mostly ignored but I will never cease to sing this verse
sitting outback
...evenings...
under solar lights
...with the cat...
stirs perceptions
...normally obscured...
from thought of
...realities...
relative creatures
...observe...
as a norm
...differing patterns...
grouped
...by brain cells...
and manifesting as a
...random statistical...
life time-logic
...probability...
problem solving
...self aware creature...
like this
...loving cat...
with her hypnotic
...talking eyes...
stan sand
Mysterious, vast collection of stars
Intriguing your curiosity, no more than a marvelous band of light
Lighting up the inky sky of the night
Killing smaller galaxies, colliding into them and tearing them apart
Years grouped in billions go by as stars die and new ones are born
Whizzing around it are the Large and Small Clouds of Magellan
And it is huge, like a giant white whirlpool of light in the ocean of darkness
Years, 3 billion before its dramatic end, colliding with the Andromeda galaxy