I feel sorry for the plants
stuck in a glass bowl garden,
just as I'm sad to see a goldfish
locked up in a bowl, jailed.
For vivarium is just an aquarium
a pen for living things locked up,
encapsulated, emaciated, ghastly devastated.
The beauty lies in the empty bowl of glass
please set it free!
Just listen to Dale Chihuly!
Categories:
vivarium, color,
Form: Free verse
Paterson- sunshine in suburbia
by americus
Paterson, a poet, he's charming and he knows it
Paterson, a man, he's got a life with a plan
Sunshine in suburbia, searching for euphoria
Paterson drives a bus, and swears a censored cuss
Write me into a poem, sing me a hymn
Make my life want to begin
Now while Paterson's life may be mundane, he lives a life without pain
Rip my feminism away from me, being ignorant is being free
Children will scream, and break your aquarium
Living life like it's vivarium
Sunshine in suburbia can you believe it?!
All the crimes you didn't commit
Smashing the glass ceiling along with my skull
Is life more simple when it's dull?
Working a job, nine to five
Is this really why we are alive.
Categories:
vivarium, age, film, gender, life,
Form: Rhyme
What have you heard of me oh friend?
Those who can’t beat my reach complain so silly
my description, exchanging mouths but of weight, its devoid
giving the street a diluted colour so ill-founded.
What have you heard of me oh friend?
Every shadow is seen as mine to give light words clarity
for God sake! I’m just underneath the tree
spoilers of my name preach b’cos they can’t see my base.
What have you heard of me my friend?
They are pained because I’m unperturbed and spirited
false sentences have spent a heavy budget to be efficacious
it’s not an experiment, I’m too large for their vivarium
oh friend, what have you done by embracing their culture?
Whatever you’ve heard of me friend,
you’ve joined the labourers to build my ruin
my heart is soiled, from your presence I’ve quarantined
I cried until the graveyard consoles me with its threat.
It’s a pity to me, it’s a pity to you my friend
you’ve not only heard but also said of me.
Categories:
vivarium, betrayal, friend, friendship, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
Categories:
vivarium, animal, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
Vibrations of a visionary vivarium is a notion best perceived by a motionless cuckoo clock. Now carefully wind the handle and watch as the bird emerges to shout. Wow. Fantastic isn't it? It is a monogamy of a monorail that keeps a mongoose entertained. Wild whale whisking wafers. But a nice symphony orchestra could arrive to the tunes of the wind. And a charismatic pickle placed in a sandwich could charm even the most Kitagawa mitigated circumstance of an ancestral framework. Circumference then. Oh it is a square not a three dimensional triangle. Neither is it a robotic rhombus in a car held up in a roadwork. Roadside duodenal rhododendron. Pickle not a very small grapefruit then. Ha ha the cloud is watching television today with the storm. Hahaha oceans going to the cinema today. Hahaha eel pie with toasted waffle. *** anthropomorphic anthropology. Xxxx pathologically z.
Categories:
vivarium, america, baby, bangla,
Form: I do not know?