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Simpering silly psycho Sally
Sashayed sassily down Seattle alley
Slimy slithering slugs scurried past
Silly Sally scanned scuttling insect sass
If it were to happen today
When the star above so bright
How to ape those of yesterday
When scanned in an era of byte.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
pen
pencil
or marker
chanting your voice
symphony of theatrical locus
orchestra of spherical phonetics
or music box
on soapbox
optics
scanned
Eyes from a distance reveal the man
Strengths, weaknesses, gauged and scanned…
Close-up, they open upon the soul
Plunged in mystery ~ Pupils of coal
Hercules peered out on the dance floor
spotted beautiful Delilah holding court
Scanned the room for Samson but
saw a chair where hair'd been cut
I scanned all my shoes with my eyes
What I concluded was no big surprise
As I recall
It was me brought them all
They're all my favorites and they're all my size.
Time in Copacabana is an awesome memory.
Next to the South Atlantic, great beauty I scanned.
Like the Girl from Ipanema I was able to be,
dancing with fun waves and sunning myself on sand.
Bright Beach with Shiny Sand
When on shore sometimes scanned and scanned,
Sight of bright beach that contained shiny sand;
Waves washed in,
Again and again,
Then I had blocked out rays of sun with my hand.
Jim Horn
I have to say that Shakespeare
Wasn’t really on my mind.
I scanned the menu, wondering
What lunch deals I might find.
The diner had a special
So I ordered it. Besides,
Who could resist a Caesar salad
Offered on the Ides?
At the desert junction
of hope and despair
We scanned the horizon
to seek passage there
Yet just when despair
loomed ahead in the sand
Emerged hope, our oasis
on a prayer's caravan
If but one- roomed for
A dim lit shy one's
Quiet corner view
For a heart at peace, so lodged
And so fixedly
A more bless'ed place
What towered, royal
The ancient past o'er.
Facing, what for world's dangers
Scanned, defensively.
From Trump This Do Demand
To know from Trump this do demand
Why treat Rose like she is second hand
Food tastes bland touching long tongue
And takes advantage of heroes unsung
For sexist things computer have scanned.
Amazing what you find out about Trump
in his Trumpapedia.
Jim Horn
My soul, like a sea gull,
Poised in the midair
and scanned the wide and
shimmering surface of the sea.
Taking a stance to dive,
It swooped down with
grace and swiftness
and scooped up its prey--
Leaving behind unexplored
the treasures hidden in the
deep bosom of the sea,
as it soared skyward!
ABEL TASMAN - DIARY 1642
Long since we left the quay,
My glass has scanned the astral dome.
Bright though these stars may be,
They are not the stars of home.
5 January 2020
…………………………………………………………………………….
NOTE The Dutchman Abel Tasman discovered Tasmania, New Zealand, and Fiji.
Nother round of fun at hospital. I was x-rayed, y-rayed, cat-scanned, dog-
scanned, sun tanned, lobotomized, hypnotized, capitalized, cross eyes. All copd
and heart failure again. no sleep 4-5 days. didn't eat for 3. just couldn't breathe.
c'est la' vie. it's the way it is, and gotta grin and bear it. Later'.
a lost and other soldier
scanned across the sky
a film as big as texas
a man as much mountain high
i gripped the chair arms
lost in the space
between the cowboy words
a soldier of the prairie
a ranger of the plains
an american man whose low call
brought in the dogs
the cows remained the same
lost in the cowboy
visual
scanned living sunrise dissolve
to deadpan fall of dusk
audio
whispers broadcast sweet
to escalating screams
olfactory
perfume scents of rose
to blast of graveyard musk
taste
lip-synched cherry kiss
to sucking blood of dreams
tactile
vibrant love and hate
forged in gossamer fire
conceived immaculate
I timed my departure to coincide with the
lunar eclipse, but the
eastern horizon wasn't apparent,
in the park, or at the top of the road
my local high points
I scanned the firmament along with
other rando hopefuls but there was
no show to see so
onwards and upwards we went
as wine of a deep red hue
wasn't going to
buy or drink itself
On yonder strand
In bridled land
A motley band
With vigor fanned
Across hill, lowland
With self righteous brand
Seeking brigand contraband
From each licentious hand
To forthrightly remand
Every highway spanned
Tolls, tribute to demand
Each pilfering cleric did reprimand
Then every bloated collection was
panned
Every royal vestige scanned
Gratuitous coffers to expand
Where could I find thee?
Plunged into waters deep and depth
Flew into blue high to get a clue
Ran 'NEWS' round the globe's
Scanned the cues found no views
Searched in the fire wide spread dear
Ringed on the 'wire' to ask every near
Logged on the net World Wide Web
Tried every woods fine with bloom's
Nowhere could I find you, why?
Except in my heart and soul, hey!
By Harinath Vemula
I LOOKED INSIDE THE BOX
A LOT OF GARBAGE THERE WAS
I FETCHED AND FETCHED
NOTHING I FOUND
I BEGGED MY MEMORY FOR S O M E T H I N G
TO CLING AT
A THING TO MAKE ME HAPPY
NOTHING CAME OUT
I FALSIFIED HISTORY
A LITTLE CHEATING CAN DO NO HARM
A LITTLE WHITE LIE CAN EXTEND MY BREATHS
A TRUE LOVE STORY
I PRETENDED
WITH A LOT OF HOPE
AND SATISFACTION
GLAD I SCANNED THE BOX
FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE
The graveyard's vast, the grass was high.
I picked my way amongst the graves
and thought, Like these, I'll some day die.
I scanned the rows of headstones there -
it looked as though no one came near;
I'd come to show at least I care.
So many stones, the names now gone,
anonymous, forgotten, lost...
So can it be the soul lives on?
written 12th October for Constance's Tercet contest: Death
My father left this rocky coast
Upon a southbound brigantine;
To make his fortune, he did boast,
Six months along the Argentine.
A lighthouse lit our lonely cove
For more than fifty years in all.
The beacon of my mother’s love
N’er quenched a night, as I recall.
Long have I scanned the sky;
My sons have come and gone. I cry:
“O, who shall carry on the light
That shone in mother’s eyes, so bright?”
My eyes scanned the ground
Looking for something beautiful to be found
Gloominess filled my soul,
And in my heart there was a large hole
Until its beauty appeared to me,
Joy I did not not see
The little lines lie smiling at me,
And made my heart jump happily
You see, life without little lines
Is nothing but a caterpillar
But if you find the little lines in life,
A butterfly it will always be
The other day
I lay for an echo of my heart
The technician scanned my chest and sides
I could hear my heart pant aloud
Oh boy! Was that a chugging train,
a distant wail, water gurgling,
or a rhythmic rub inside an empty tub?
The guy sure was at frantic speed
wailing all the while
Thank the Lord
He has made sure
we never hear
the perturbations
of this friend of ours
labouring inside each of us
all twenty-four hours