Gabcast! Poetry #1
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Twinkle Twinkle Remix
Pondering, ponder how you take flight,
Though you drift from the world with haste,
Shining gold from the deep dark dirt paste,
Bright glowing hint in the distant night,
How I think, the way you get your light.
Reed, Casey. “Isolated neutron star.” 16 December 2008. Picture. Science. 14 April 2009.
"Everyone is Irish..."
Clambering over stool-chairs.
Hands numb.
Crimson gold hairs.
He,he,he and Hay-o.
Thoughts brewing slow.
Sing a Song. Sing-along. Seven deadly Sins.
Tinted green, for spring scenes.
Sick on the floor.
Broken, wet bleeding doors.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Found Poem
Blending Kingdom
Sacrifices.
Pioneers.
Perspective.
Priorities.
Divine chaos today. Asking laboring children obedience.
Continue crisis.
Qualified warfare.
Priority harvest 2,700.
Who prepare makeshift assemblies.
Accomplished emphasis resolution.
Pentecostal genocide.
Severe spectrum.
Abundantly romanticized.
Needy.
Beneficial establishes.
Timeless mobilization.
Sacrifices.
Pioneers.
Perspective.
Priorities.
Divine chaos today. Asking laboring children obedience.
Continue crisis.
Qualified warfare.
Priority harvest 2,700.
Who prepare makeshift assemblies.
Accomplished emphasis resolution.
Pentecostal genocide.
Severe spectrum.
Abundantly romanticized.
Needy.
Beneficial establishes.
Timeless mobilization.
Two-Tone Poem
My mind, black as tar.
Scarlet tears crawled out the scars.
At any moment i could attack.
Like a crimson fly swatter. Thwack!
Both colors for no one to steal.
Totally tucked to the wheel.
The blacktop freeway has no hold.
Blood sunset, over the poppy seed bold.
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"A Chameleon Floating into a Bat Cave."26 September 2007.Chalk Drawing.Google images. 17 March 2009. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bluebison.net/backgrounds/2007/1107/bats-in-a-cave-with-waterfalls-1600.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.bluebison.net/content/%3Fcat%3D59&usg=__DI8IpChBI0hjGo_XpYmTroJp-Hs=&h=1200&w=1600&sz=384&hl=en&start=35&sig2=GFFMTqrdp4SIBCe-L3jc2A&um=1&tbnid=WLUXZcncowokBM:&tbnh=113&tbnw=150&ei=wP6_SezEJYrKtQOv3LTBDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbats%26ndsp%3D21%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D21%26um%3D1
Scarlet tears crawled out the scars.
At any moment i could attack.
Like a crimson fly swatter. Thwack!
Both colors for no one to steal.
Totally tucked to the wheel.
The blacktop freeway has no hold.
Blood sunset, over the poppy seed bold.
.
"A Chameleon Floating into a Bat Cave."26 September 2007.Chalk Drawing.Google images. 17 March 2009. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bluebison.net/backgrounds/2007/1107/bats-in-a-cave-with-waterfalls-1600.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.bluebison.net/content/%3Fcat%3D59&usg=__DI8IpChBI0hjGo_XpYmTroJp-Hs=&h=1200&w=1600&sz=384&hl=en&start=35&sig2=GFFMTqrdp4SIBCe-L3jc2A&um=1&tbnid=WLUXZcncowokBM:&tbnh=113&tbnw=150&ei=wP6_SezEJYrKtQOv3LTBDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbats%26ndsp%3D21%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D21%26um%3D1
Riddle Poem
I wrap around your love.
You may never hold me.
But I will fit you like a glove.
If you drop me, I go ting, ting, ting.
And the bells may ring, ring, ring.
I hide in many places.
And you may look forever.
But I'm always close at hand, holding many face.
Answer:
You may never hold me.
But I will fit you like a glove.
If you drop me, I go ting, ting, ting.
And the bells may ring, ring, ring.
I hide in many places.
And you may look forever.
But I'm always close at hand, holding many face.
Answer:
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