Short Oxidation Poems

oxidation day

hard metal, soft air, rusted

same, never again.

 

(January 24, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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When you mind
the cocoon
of your spirit
releases
let the rhythmic
wings
of your being
spiritually soar
life's airways
with 
your essence
of healing 
words
gracefully liberating
cosmic beings
in universal life
awaiting
your word's
oxidation 
of
onderful
onement
of
the oneness
of ondering 
peace 
and
loving love:-


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IN BEING A COSMIC POETIC BUTTERFLY

When your mind
The cocoon 
Of your spirit
Releases itself
Let the rhythmic wings
Of your being
Soar your spirit
In the airways life 
With your essence
Of healing words
Of graceful liberation
To those cosmic beings
Of life’s universe
Awaiting their
Hydrating oxidation
Of the oneness
And onement of
Peace & love
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I got arrhythmia
With no biz here
Still got my heart
Who could ask for anything more!

This old heart beat 
Got new smart beat
Slow then fast beat 
Who could ask for anything more!

My Oxidation
Has a syncopation
No resuscitation
Hangin’ round my door

With a thrum beat 
Not a dumb beat
Long as some beat
Who could ask for anything more!
 Who could ask for anything more!...

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Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the 
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished 
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room....

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Josiah conquers revisionists
by stating an old-world axiom:

     “When seeking structure,
     one must be mindful of decay.”

He taps a rusted column with
an ordinary wooden cane,

releasing decades of oxidation
in particulate dust.

As his nephew secures the wire
on the final shape-charge

a tear wells with nostalgia
and sympathy for the hobbled

until the flurry of blasts
at zero....

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when all of this is over
and still the answer lays deep
a start without a finish
that would not let me sleep

we didn't get any closer
we didn't get any closure
a surface dive for pleasure
that brought forth hidden treasures

somewhere in the mountains
you lay out your golden plan
while nestled in the valley
oxidation slowly creeps

corrosion locks it all in tight
rust won't let it move
sadly, as the monsoon pours
realization stays there too...

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