Short Rectangular Poems
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Bouncing Square Balloons
Bouncing square balloons
Rectangular falls spools bounce
Play catch you and I
10/11/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
MONDRIAN
rectangular
revelations
MONET
waterlily
wonders
MANET
mirrored
refelections
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
She ping
She pong
Digging both sides
With concentration
With hand slamming
Calculated precision
Eyes rolling pinning
The striking win
Over this green
Rectangular board.
That cafe
Between yellow and black
Purple and green
On one side of a narrow path
A round table
Rectangular chairs
Dancing atop uneven stones
Shaking the night
People begin to gather.
PARALLEOGRAMATIC
Four sober quadrilateral equations
were quartered around a rectangular occasion.
No less than a quadrifarious derivation,
are ever admitted to the annual rectangular without libation!
Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.
Paul Klee made a painting of poetry
unique & in rectangular geo-me-try
Charles Demuth with a reverse ekphrasis
made WCW figure 5 his innovative art thesis
Yours truly 'kindled' the emagi
a reverse ekphrasis digitally
Bleacher madness
Heaven wake stairs
Blinding lights
Naked skies,
Rectangular green
Wild aroma
Rolling leather
Deep pride.
Unstoppable
Heart beat
Unbeatable
Pride,
Immortal scream
Young child
Aged man
Dream team.
Golden Spiral
ONE amazing Fibonacci sequence earns a purple heart
POINT of division breaks rectangular apart
SIX lily petals blossom brings delight
ONE quest of phi shapes ammonite
EIGHT the symbol of infinity everlasting fractal art
The Appetizing Box
A box can be rectangular.
Not round but so angular.
Ones I like smell so good.
Pizza,in my neighborhood.
6-26-2022
A fit
of ecstatic madness
strangled the pen, and
a newfound voice
clearer than my own
rang through the
plane of white
upon which words
etched in frantic ink
carved, from the
blank, rectangular sea
entire worlds
and I was to rein
a God in my own chair
so powerful is
the pen of a poet.
The pavement is wet from rain,
but shines in light from the full moon,
the woman walks confident in her own beauty
carrying a bouquet of yellow flowers~
a man is passing by but she does not notice,
she is intent on her mission~
where is she going forever centered
in her rectangular universe?
Spherical - is the abode of mortals
that shares sky's skin
Rectangular - is the land
Brown in flesh
Beneath - is a black derm
Beneath again is another brown hide
Degluting bodies - sipping rain
Beneath again is the family of all - I can't tell
Different images - yet growing greens
Such is hu(e)man with colorful miens
Rectangular in shape as a deep shoebox,
where leather boots lied on long shelves.
I fell in love with their tempting softness;
I am wearing them and friends love them,
ladies adore them and shamelessly wink!
I consider myself as lucky as a rich man;
my boots will wear out, nobody will smile:
when they'll see a sad, worthless beggar!
With myrtle and listenability
I undertake the words of the prophets
Memories relapse in an unhealthy fashion
Man the forgetful
this rectangular mouth
compromises loftily
The Moons harsh splendour
boasts its specious context
as marigold and beam
sway across my October windowsill
like salt peter cleansing the pelt
truth is unburdened
stripped bare
i stood quivering
breathing the air
sweaty and staggering
rectangular sanctum
in front of me
offer the purity that autumn
lacked so desperately
wading through
this mass anew
i question my own motives
for leaving you
frustrated now
i rise to the ground
unfamiliar affections are overrated
the pool is chlorinated
Shaping my life.
Encircling strife.
Collective parellels.
Broken sea shells.
Fractioned good and evil.
Turnstile moments of repreival.
Octagons of cessation.
Stars of anticipation.
Wishes boomerang to my chest.
Rectangular mattress to rest.
Birth, life to death.
Triangular first and last breath.
Flesh filled casket, loss.
Redemption through the cross
Was it illusion,was it a dream?
That Garden in moonlight , ink
Dark sky. A single cloud like a
Razor passing. Black tree stretched
High and it’s claws scratched the
The milky way.Rectangular pond
Black as crude oil deadly still, I
Kneel and gaze deep within; like
Narcissus enamoured and
Transformed. A door into
Summer opens, blinding light
And in one stroke, my Garden
Is no more.
Form:
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.
hands bony and coarse
honestly earned bread
labour on earth
no crime no corruption
elementary
fingers knuckle out to obtain
large platter of boiled potatoes
pouring the cold brew
intense faces rapt attention/
/ vibrancy layered with dark-
ness /soft gentle lines windows spread to eternity
weathered table rafter boards rectangular columns
oiled lamp throwing light on the expressive faces
failed in its life time adored now
poor artist rest in peace
Form:
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(Another childhood poem)
A pamphlet file in green metallic
thrusts through neon antinight
its cornered self, harsh in glare.
Piers of five-tiered fingers --
shelves -- extend beyond,
in series: a formal pattern,
rectangular and angular.
Artificial electric shine reflects
bland or blatant color.
There are books, some in disarray
in order placement on the shelves.
All: solid, relentless, inflexible.
And most were made for use
by patterns much more rigid still.
Cold morning light of misty haze.
Ground section, three dimensional rectangular gaze.
Sharp thorns on rose dead red misty tears.
Cracked leather from fisted gloves of black weaponised might.
Shine glistened leathered shoes dulled in this dead light.
Long coat warmth hanging off soulless cold.
Dark glasses cloaked glass eyes shone in glee.
Box lowered slowly.
Oh, but so, so exquisitely.
Standing witness for the joyful final act of the murdered end of thee.
As Hollywood
Casts its rectangular light,
A lighthouse without rotation
That warns no-one
As our ships are bashed
Against the rocks,
Sharp, jagged rocks
Of protruding buttresses
And ledges
In our fall down the shaft
To the center of the earth
To Tartarus
We silently applaud
As we enjoy,
As we are moved,
As the swell of the surf
Under our wooden ship
Washes us
With deep and deathly undercurrents
To ultimate doom
Against the rocks,
The jagged rocks,
Of this world.