Short Oblong Poems

kill spider great shore read option
host gross might hold follicle
name demon friend pelican rose...

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Gazing past the oblong glass I understand profoundly this beauty...
Broken heart's this beauty, in sorrowful eyes; priceless precious lives....

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Fat, oblong, rotund, roly poly
elongated, flawed, stubby,
dented, dusty, malformed
oranges globes - scattered
helter skelter - in rows
of farmers' fields......

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Hue and cry roadmap
totem sign or lachrymose 
knee-deep self compass
wading bird  of psychic lull
being is a misty quest
that oblong pointer centred
on some phantom bridge

Date created and posted : 9 th August 2021...

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Looking at my reflection
In a pool of water,
my face appeared oblong
as the quivering breeze
created ripples across the surface,
for a moment as I pondered
I spy a glimpse of the future,
looking up at me!

© Harry J Horsman  2012...

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For the love of the oblong ball
may they run ramped dive and fall
packing in priceless thrills
stealing dreams with screams and shrills 
please come along for the ultimate brawl

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Put your fingers into kalihi*,
Kalihta.

There is nothing there.
But it is so beautiful.
Your fingers – kalihi…
A fresco.
It remained of ???ss??**
in a boundless sea.

And my eyes.

*a kind of an oblong goblet of
Late Minoan epoch
** Knossos – a great archaeological site in Greece...

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In the street I found you
oblong pebble
Where did you hail from
an outcrop  or some bizarre barrier reef
I let you chalk 
to all the lost and lonely

I love you like Jah
I cannot bare any flowers in my seed bed
I  lay you in the mud
chlorosis of zinc and potassium
unpurifying the London Waters...

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In the street I found you
oblong pebble
Where did you hail from
an outcrop  or some bizarre barrier reef
I chalk on you
all the lost and lonely

I love you like Jah
I cannot bare any flowers in my seed bed
I  lay you in the mud
goodbye zinc and potassium
Pontificate the London Waters
when I'm brewing a cuppa...

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Did you have granny glasses with peace signs?
I pause, thinking, trying to remember.
I know that I had three pairs in the late sixties.
My favorite ones had square blue lenses.
Another one had smaller oblong lenses, which were green.
The third pair had round red lenses.
I could not see out of them well, but they were fun to have....

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the seed caste onto the stone, and
in seed it is on it's own
never to stretch root, or
finding the thinnest stress to
break through

to 
pregnant ground and
soda

the seed caste onto the stone

though no shape will it ever go
oblong roll along a stony
song
until it is split sent into the high-
flyed sky

and sent again
to descend
from the
gods...

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Monet's brush strokes blend to show Argenteuil and Seine.
Monet, Renoir prized evoking faded light and scene
Told to Lilla Cabot, US artist "painting means slight around you,"
Frame a blue sib, a rose oblong, a fair line, and paint it as you view.




http://www.nga.gov/content/ngaweb/Collection/art-object-pag…

Written: February 03, 2022...

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The Coronation Stone –
 artefact of biblical Jacob.
 The magic powers of this stone
 will enhance your throne.
 
The slab was broken and repaired,
 but will the crack on the kingdom be entailed.
 Did the powers left the stone,
 when they broke it with the scorn.
 
Was it power of the Ark
 or the undiscovered quark
 in that oblong block of sandstone –
 relic past....

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Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward....

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Oblong,
curved,
rectangular,
squared,
circular,
spherical,
hexagonal,
cubical,
and traingular,
these were and several others,
the shapes,
of millions,
of partitions in my memory,
I was looking to fit ideas of shapes similar,
but fits were far and wide,
I needed to stock likes and alikes,
but all lay strewn,
harried and troubled,
I had to admit,
that I had an unfurnished mind....

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Tinseled reflexives....

Emitting from this oblong box

As manifest projections

Exploding in reversions sky ~

Stardust as dreamfuls walking through 

This clearing, of magicals illusions....

Knocking upon fates hinged door

To dust away these breathless webs

Sweeping out the silence upon

Reveilles inverted request....

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...."The Exorcist" ~...

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Tinseled reflexives....

Emitting from this oblong box

As manifest projections

Exploding in reversions sky ~

Stardust as dreamfuls walking through 

This clearing, of magicals illusions....

Knocking upon fates hinged door

To dust away these breathless webs

Sweeping out the silence upon

Reveilles inverted request....

**********************************

...."The Exorcist" ~...

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Tinseled reflexives....

Emitting from this oblong box

As manifest projections

Exploding in reversions sky ~

Stardust as dreamfuls walking through 

This clearing, of magicals illusions....

Knocking upon fates hinged door

To dust away these breathless webs

Sweeping out the silence upon

Reveilles inverted request....

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...."The Exorcist" ~...

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my name is the ruckus and i am sure
    to bruise and clot all hemoglobin, 

turn bright to dark red, metal to rust, 
rain and mud in a season, 

 i'll reckon to smash a oblong pigskin through 
some lines and create a british rumpus, 
a proper ructioning, ruckus.

 then maybe i'll spit some dark blood out the 
side of old an black and white photograph. 
cause i am the original ruckus.. ruckus.....

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As she sat in the bleachers
Same people, different place
Whitney is on the screen
But in a different...phase !?!

Fame has gone without a glitch
Unrecognizable, can't be fixed

Killing is normal
Living is wrong
Helping foes
Days oblong

No rhyme to reason
No flow for the river
Hurting babies
No cause for shivers

Dead...all is dead
The soul is breed

...gotta get out

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-12-2022...

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came from the door
and it's creeping up here
now it passes between my bare feet
lift the head and look at me
the small and sad eyes
of those who feel despised
the oblong and scaly body
of unclassified creatures
I gently push with my foot
goes towards the wall
return
lean on me again
I don't have the heat these things need
there's a rest of the sun outside
so I extend my hand
I take it carefully
time to walk the soul...

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Balance the sky on a twig from the tree
If the twig snaps or falls
The sky will tumble onto us

Bumping our heads and waking us up
From our life long sleep
That we think is a life of memories
Yet unlived but recollected

From the earliest times and days
We follow the oblong path
Each corner is the same
Just like we are the same

Why is it this way?
You wrote the book of life
So tell me now




CC 191 2020 
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX...

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Where do I draw the line when mindless doodles make up the pages of my empty book?
I seem to sketch the same things, but still I can’t carefully capture the images that hastily rush to leave my fingertips.
Shapes not straight, circles to oblong, proportions way off and have never bothered with guidelines.
The repetitiveness is revealing, yet there is no connection to dots or dashes.
I am told I must know this stuff so 
I’m ok to pretend I do....

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Tree-finger enchantments
   Shimmer pedantic staccato;
Violinist plucked
   Long-tails, blue in snow,
      Bewitched no longer, frolic.
   Embrace Poseidon.
       Whisper labyrinths cool to the wake.
East, I see an oblong ship pirouette
    Charging from Olympus…on fire,
        Shadowy Everests migrate west;
    Crisped saltines crumbled by guilt
       Whose silent peaks rejoice:
How beautiful the clouds swim in sunrise sky. 


2/15/2017...

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You spend many years amid some crowd their world
Marking time about shadows ? Wanting, myself to react
Perhaps spin a loop or two and nucleus how they dig it when
We loose these bolts take another bite out of Jane as Joey's tune....
Knowing there is no veneer to this child albeit volatile his, multiplex flesh 
Ever transmitting, revulsive frequencies ? Rhinestone reflections colourless glass
Warped mirrors oblong shores; revolving doors phantom dreams ? In reveille....

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