Like change happens growl
of cloud
and pitter of rain.
Spat of bother
and heaps pain.
What colour you wore
the day of blast
when sky
apparently went flew/lost
still searching soul.
Block wall
shock of quake.
Drill dreams
new-clear.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Walt Whitman, Sir real surreal
Leaves of Grass quote
the poem.
Boats
how can you surpass
planes,t/
rains and automobiles.
Build arsenals
develop war
for whose lands
or
is Lands.
Game
how time
plays.
Shallow
sand the Sun
glow.
Free.
the poem.
Boats
how can you surpass
planes,t/
rains and automobiles.
Build arsenals
develop war
for whose lands
or
is Lands.
Game
how time
plays.
Shallow
sand the Sun
glow.
Free.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
When
The Happening
is real
now
then
further upon
Times sleep and creep up on the sleeve
looking there
where it was.
Jump
up and down
push carts
dwell deep.
Poem
is thou not this?
is real
now
then
further upon
Times sleep and creep up on the sleeve
looking there
where it was.
Jump
up and down
push carts
dwell deep.
Poem
is thou not this?
What Eve and ..... upto
The mystery
unravels in mist of rain
spellings mistakes not big disasters of
yore.
Jumping Jacks
leaping wizards
create yarns
float boats.
unravels in mist of rain
spellings mistakes not big disasters of
yore.
Jumping Jacks
leaping wizards
create yarns
float boats.
How to build a wall from bricks
Blam swallowing sky
and uncluttered story
erupts
shells sells on coast.
and uncluttered story
erupts
shells sells on coast.
Tinkering with clues
That was then
in a half storm
jinxed ghouls came up
skulls
brimming fire.
The gulls watched as they flew
backwards
pulled
horizontally perpendicular like the art of Barret Browning.
Swift and shaft
dwell on desire.
in a half storm
jinxed ghouls came up
skulls
brimming fire.
The gulls watched as they flew
backwards
pulled
horizontally perpendicular like the art of Barret Browning.
Swift and shaft
dwell on desire.
Crew Albotross shake a gig
Nose dives first
shakes not water nor air
nostrils in deep pushy waters
air begone stars lay low.
Minus the calendar
this how did it
maths conjuring lives
or retelling lies.
Fresh start to a dead life
stems of rose touching ground.
Coleridge why
did you write?
shakes not water nor air
nostrils in deep pushy waters
air begone stars lay low.
Minus the calendar
this how did it
maths conjuring lives
or retelling lies.
Fresh start to a dead life
stems of rose touching ground.
Coleridge why
did you write?
Thursday, June 4, 2015
So May will be Sia
Hope drown in despair
still time show how
whodunit.
Lost
beyond
scope
tiller of land
dig some fresh graves
buried memory.
Leaves of Grass.
Kindred living
what was their instance of telling.
Floated into
corridors tubes hanging spells
shells coasting.
As far as disaster
unfolds.
still time show how
whodunit.
Lost
beyond
scope
tiller of land
dig some fresh graves
buried memory.
Leaves of Grass.
Kindred living
what was their instance of telling.
Floated into
corridors tubes hanging spells
shells coasting.
As far as disaster
unfolds.
Search and given up blue
For green
so vast is the soul
firmaments draw
blinks of awakening in sleep
Ocean culprit
sky forbear fantastical places shadowy.
A person not accounted for.
Fair is the wind
and tide is at swell
June saves May.
New news
name change
certified operation need be ignored.
Jam is fruit
traffic chaos
search
if you can look.
Welcome your
Holiness.
so vast is the soul
firmaments draw
blinks of awakening in sleep
Ocean culprit
sky forbear fantastical places shadowy.
A person not accounted for.
Fair is the wind
and tide is at swell
June saves May.
New news
name change
certified operation need be ignored.
Jam is fruit
traffic chaos
search
if you can look.
Welcome your
Holiness.
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