oldviolin wrote:

your big head is what time it is

One day, while wandering on the winding road to metaphor, I spotted an anachronism
hiding amongst broken sheen and mounds of red dirt with dead bare trees
and I thought to myself that this could be it.
I stopped my red metal wagon with hard rubber tires 
and picked up to assemble the makeshift easel lying partially buried in the ditch.
Reaching into a bag of jewelry I produced a few gobs of color
and the axle grease from my trusty if rusty carriage and mixed the medium
until the mash was mixed and the memes were a ghost. 
I peered through the glare and prepared my dirty red canvas
and I felt a tug at the strings sewn into my hands and 
began to brush and smear and elbow my way into a house of signs
as I wondered which wonders to paint. 
That was a really long and ridiculous to describe day.

I just saw a beautiful bluebird, perched on the edge of the gutter,
her plumage the colors of the early evening twilight sky.
My Mother loved bluebirds and sunsets.
I'm sure I heard her sing, and sigh.

 GeneP59 wrote:

are you wearing pants in that poem?
because if you're not...

 oldviolin wrote:

Well thank you. I try to please my audience.   

 GeneP59 wrote: 
This is possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever read...

Testing testing mic 123
Therapy session 
What

I must confess, I was one of those "why?" kids
Always with the questions, "why?"
Drove my Mom to distraction
What?
Bryan with a "why?"
Why, Bryan?
You're asking me?
Why me?
i answer from experience
"because"
B cause "why?"
Bryan with a "why?"
"i" notwithstanding
That's what

bad Jokes are like bad poetry
the punch lines are often spiked

So sad little sinew
That I knew you when you
Fleshed your tone from dust
Breathe the breath you must
Bringing forth the force through rust
Iron and red the will well within you

 ScottN wrote: 

 oldviolin wrote: 

oculis prospiciens

Why? Why.
He feels the time is right.
He feels the fruit is ripe.
He has his allies by default.
He has his faulting lines.
Distracting deflecting diffracting
He has his faltered minds

He has his climate manifesto
It's signed in iron and blood
He has his soft boned adversaries mired in heaping mud.
All is not forecast if nothing is ever square
Derivative of focus set in fixed maculary stare
Seeing is believing and belief? it isn't there
not a polar symbol not a pallid prayer

A man in his space, working with dead trees
Bones of trees
He speaks in terms of oak and poplar, cherry and black walnut,
maple and pine
Woody artful expressions like graceful and elegant,
rich and forgiving, ease and relief ...grain
Worn of hands and brow, the carpenter sculpted the shapes and shards
of tree bones, lived long and darkened rings
Of those he most loved, and refined their lines with the
solemn fusions he carried in his heart...

Wordle

ANGER
HAVEN
PATCH
BATCH
MATCH
LATCH
SORRY

Anybody know what time it is?

It was the corner of E.Colfax and Humboldt
Southwest I remember
Cold Thanksgiving
Colder that December
Small room off the side
shared it with my dog, a pallet, and a slide
down on the parallel lines
Offset beveled and conical splines
Rounded men by bashing rocks
falling down the mountain...

Anything
anymore
sign the lease
hit the door
giving thanks 
metaphor

I was an ant at a time
when time was unbent
I walked my way through
the maze fate had set
but failed to note
the roads without end
the things that could have been
were I made to think of them
but I wasn't 
so there I was 
at the end
of a life well spent,
or so I thought, 
at the time 

Verse Two Plus B Part and Chorus

Just trying to keep it real ya'll
trying to relate
Keeping light prescribed 
not to pontificate
Staying in the long view and living on the plain
a black and white stand on a pallet blue pain
 
(Let me proclaim! Let me explain! Let me exclaim!)

Been a hip hop life yo
a hip hop life
Changes come with strife it's a hip hop life...

A new way to measure wealth in other than accrued on paper
or cyber systems of increasingly artificial intelligence
might be in the satisfaction of status postponed until
a guy 
or a girl or
the ghost of either
or even neither
runs the express check-out
12 items max only please
No checks. No chokes
No bad puns.
Holy smokes.
So much fun
So little time

Max 
Who?

The
Line
Formed
On
The
Sand
Where
Waves
Feathered
The
Shore
Are
Littered
With
Bits
Of
Haste
And
Waste
And
The
Broken
Shells
Of
Broken
Animals
At
Once
Bathed
In
Foam
And
Salt
And
Silent
Screams
Of
Meaning
And
The
Ears
And
Eyes
Of
Innocent
Children
Yearning
To
Be
Free
Of
Boundaries
Under
The
Sun
And
Within
The
Music
Of
The
Night
Echoing
Off
The
Open
Sky
And
Reaching
Down
To
The
Bottom
Of
An
Empty
Well
Called
The
Ocean
Of
Denial

I saw the sun come up
I saw the sun go down
I had a coffee and drunk it down
It kept me up all night
Until the sun showed it light
And it showed me my plight