Short Irregularly Poems
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Bad tendency of a bad-habit hobby to get so high,
I find myself overthinking things daily, losing track of time,
To the point my body cycles so irregularly.
A white canvas
with red paint
splashed irregularly
across an obscene
shock of black
towers above me
on the wall
making me feel
small in stature
and in wisdom
for I lack
what is required
to appreciate
this thing
which greater minds
consider
masterful.
You are the home to come back to
a prominence of my starry body
enduring there as a warning
to all of that asteroids throbbing at our
affixed paper door
this soul is engraved with
each of your microscopically misformed curve
irregularly modified word
aligned posture
parted attitude and
shards of perception collected in crumpled framework of skeleton
in all those desecrated parts of you lies a thought of me
every plant in her garden grew curiously irregularly wild
developing vines and blossoms unseen on other plants
some of her plants looked like hybrids, for no good reason
We asked about her green thumb and she laughed
I love my garden, she said, my plants know it
I give them leeway, and space to do what they want
They love it that I show my confidence in them
I guess that is why they are curiously irregular and wild.
The horses are irregularly neighing,
They’re fallen out by tired saddles,
Their wings tore off
And run like sinners.
The next day, in the morning,
Were growing trees instead of wings,
And the veins were quietly laughing,
While losing their way among the teeth.
Yet, the horses don’t worry
‘Cause angels died a night before,
And doctor said “Instead of stumps I’ll make
A transplant of wings of lunatics”.
climbing in his bath
water rise shows crown's volume
physics traps liar
Brian Johnston
August 23. 2014
Poet's Notes:
Archemedes measures gold purity of an irregularly shaped crown whose volume could
not be easily measured. A true 'Aha' moment. Physics has trapped so many liars in
history, but few are those with ears to hear. Really kind of sad, that so many prefer
deceivers over truth tellers, having things our way the ultimate vanity.
i look at life from the side
i am always wrong
i look at life while perfectly centered
i am still always wrong
i look at life at a right side view
i am definitely wrong on that end
i look at life at a left handed view
things begin to become a bit clearer, but i am still thrown curve balls and strike out
totally exhausted and fully burnt out, i chalk it all down to lessons learned and call it a day
tomorrow i start it all over again, and the irregularly rhythmic beat goes on