Short Gymnasium Poems

Nette and a Nasturtium

Even though neat Nette saw a new nasturtium
They could not be grown on floor of a gymnasium....

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In the shining of the stars,
I see you,
around their pulsating halos, 
you're there,
running free as a fawn in new snow,
fast and light as a fairy who glides on a water lily,
I visit you when the sun goes away,
to the other side
of the living globe,
I join you for a slice of a second,
a joyous reunion of souls,
til you evaporate,
and merge once more 
into your stardust gymnasium....

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It is the place of ill’s mausoleum;
This book is really an imperium
Which teaches everyone decorum.
A true product of petroleum – 
To fire out fallacy and presidium
And produces highest order decorum.
A place of mental gymnasium:
Highly creative, productive rum
Where ill shaded in mausoleum,
The place with lot of decorum,
Cannot be found in millennium.
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum....

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Doric columns supported the xyst
with ancestral plane trees and boxwood
lining the spaces between and whispering
the secrets of ancient polished stone.

The promenade led to the gymnasium
where zealous athletes of strength and valor
practiced their regiment for the Games
to earn enhanced esteem and station.

So compelling now to amble and hear
their eager, raised voices of so long ago,
echoing through the walled garden
if one remains silent, and listens....

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Listen to poem:

Dear Editor
David J Walker

Dear editor
How is it that you will
Make my thoughts better

Rearranging words and
Changing cadence 
At your leisure 

The poetry that constantly
Parades between my retina and
Cranium

One pass wonders that I must
Describe going by as if jugglers in
A gymnasium

That might drop the balls
But always catch them before
Any fall to the floor
Of your cutting board

Dear editor
Maybe you can make it better
But for now
Go away and leave me alone...

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