enlightened oblivion
paradox of fulfilled nothingness
the vacant treasure of passing on
in an air balloon without vulcanized rubber
all earthquakes extinguished
no fault lines exposed
compressed vacuum
bliss after blistered demise
and no more suffering
no stairway to heaven
nor stairway to hell
only memories left
though I cannot recall them
when time
has ceased to exist
and matter won’t matter
13th September 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest Edward Ibeh Take me to Nirvana
Categories:
vulcanized, death,
Form: Free verse
Trump's Vulcanized Hard Head
Trump's very hard head had been vulcanized,
And lost all of his brains we still often realized;
Often mean;
We turned green,
While Trump whole countryside, he terrorized.
Jim Horn
Categories:
vulcanized, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Step into the date-stamped time DeLorean,
move forward
on backward spinning nostalgia rims
Centrifugal hourglass ...
short hand and long
Distorted view of time,
kinetic highway romantic destiny
Blurred future sideway images,
past memories rearview exit gone
Engine gunned to the max,
space curvature gives good distant
escape velocity
Point of reference
for the necessary fuel alibi
goodbye synthesized
Faceless retrograde emotions
be nitro traction void vulcanized
Heart on a timer-delay standstill,
inertia frigidity
Frozen thoughts,
toss away the last empty bottle:
drained viscosity real liquid feelings
Feel the sub-zero wind chill
of a refrigerated body,
another temporal roadkill
Only cardiac arrest
will take you to a stalled location
Pick a random course,
move on
to the next unknown destination
Fate uncertain —
Love theory is all relative
Outside of the winged doors,
birds of chance
perch watch on a deja vu branch
Waiting to draft on the breeze
of your exhaustion,
when your fuming desires run out of time
Passion entropy ... loss of heat
Mind settled comfortably
into inertia frigidity
Categories:
vulcanized, allusion, metaphor, time, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Beyond the glass
To the silvery foil—
All is not given back
In the way of light—
The mirror
Somewhat of a thief,
Coveting a bit of warmth
For itself--
The secret flaw
In reflected image…
I feel for focus,
Refracted to a searing point—
Not of vulcanized sand
But will,
Determined to cut into
And draw blood
From the often
Steel heart of time…
Categories:
vulcanized, allegory, allusion, memory, mirror,
Form: Free verse
SPRING’S PERFUMES
Oh, to be in East Lansing
Now that spring is there !
And to see the view entrancing
And drink cool Miller beer.
To be in East Lansing’s main street,
Downwind of the rubber-tire plants:
And smell the aromas sweet
Of the vulcanized implants !
If post mortem I can return,
In the style of reincarnation,
To watch the plunging sofas burn
As they fall down to the car nation,
My second life will be fulfilled
When I smell the aromas and see
The rubber from the sofas spilled
Across the sidewalk around me.
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NOTE
Those readers interested in burning sofas may like to read my entire "burning sofa" period of poetry. Look for the three titles :
1 Reasons to Throw Things out of the Window
2 East Lansing Strikes Back
3 The Meteor Sofa People
Categories:
vulcanized, funny, urban,
Form: Quatrain
Hewn with story untold
Towering mass cut then rolled
Bared, stripped leaving majestic mold
Surrounded with ringed truths manifold
Cored, its residual value poled
Branchless foil whose tender hath been sold
Slighted twig, limb but unvarnished dome not doled
On its base remaining premium scrolled
Trite, sentimental heirloom pared bold
Statuesque sentinal in sylvan fold
Subletted perch, ant stronghold
Milled by termites hundredfold
For weary travelers a foothold
Scortched by fire; its hearth roiled
Yet, remaining viable hostel in tenuous wold
Vulcanized, its pure essence remains for all to behold
Categories:
vulcanized, nature
Form: Rhyme
I'm sick, I'm tired,
I've had enough.....
of "truth" and of lies....
I've been poked, prodded,
tested and bested,
festered, rested,
sequestered, requested,
wester'd, vested,
pestered, wrested....
and once, nearly arrested....
I've been analyzed,
crystallized, mesmerized,
pulverized, traumatized
criticized, idolized,
poked in the eyes,,
I've baked bad pies,
rid of flies,
immortalized, cloisterized,
checked for lies, realized,
utilized, memorized,
fantasized, exercised,
launderized, manipulized,
anesthetized, categorized,
demonized, nebulized,
pulverized, atomized,
vulcanized, deputized,
ionized,vaporized,
westernized, circumcised,
but now I have realized,
I see the world
in different eyes,
than those who call it
a pack of lies,
and if one really tries,
you can see what
a simple word buys,
not a burger and some fries,
but joy, laughter, insight
and possibly cries.
please don't bother to spell-check me,
I don't use it, I don't use the rhyme dictionary,
(allright, but just twice...) you get what
you see... right or wrong
it will be what it will be...
Categories:
vulcanized, art, funny, on writing
Form: Burlesque