Green
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Everyone loves a good spider poem, it seems our arachnid friends embody so much of what is the human spirit. Here's my "ode..."
Spider
Dancing spider, spin your web.
Can't lay still, dancing in bed.
Long legs never touch the dirt.
Spinning in triumph, dancing in mirth.
The walls may quake yet your webbing it holds.
I assure you, I will kill you.
I want
I want to marry the Olsen twins.
I want to drink bleu cheese dressing.
I want to die under an oak tree.
I want to breathe clean air in a dust cloud.
I want to shout at the deaf and be heard.
I want to scale the mountains of paranoia without leaving my room.
I want to divorce the Olsen twins.
Effort
You fool, you petty boy... she lives upon that hill and you cannot climb.
You fool, dwell in your dream... reality needs no proof to break the broken.
You have burned your last bridge, sowed your last foul seed.
She lives upon and hill, and you cannot climb.
Gun Greets Barrel First
Bartering butchers sunbath in their wares,
Cohorts build schemes of betrayal whilst the penniless share...
Random tails move through snails,
From ear to ear the campaign smear.
Over much time they speak and grow minds.
Crop-circled wastelands grow matter gray.
Ponds of jelly -once the oceans recede.
The air filters warmth for the global hunger-strike farm.
Food for buying thought and options in twelve sheep stock.
They follow no one except the goat of wooly fathered nun.
Treat the water to drink as stagnates float in their collective stink.
Trust your first response; lie down or seek the gun.
Gun greets barrel first; take it back to refill your purse.
Green
The echoes of life still cling to my mind.
Scents and sights and galloping sound twist and entangle my resolve to let go.
So much is green here, more green than brown, yellow or black.
Except blue of course, blue holds the sky... yet the water is green.
Green: new, fresh and lively... as opposites we sit and stare, pondering... yet I see only green.
Spider
Dancing spider, spin your web.
Can't lay still, dancing in bed.
Long legs never touch the dirt.
Spinning in triumph, dancing in mirth.
The walls may quake yet your webbing it holds.
I assure you, I will kill you.
I want
I want to marry the Olsen twins.
I want to drink bleu cheese dressing.
I want to die under an oak tree.
I want to breathe clean air in a dust cloud.
I want to shout at the deaf and be heard.
I want to scale the mountains of paranoia without leaving my room.
I want to divorce the Olsen twins.
Effort
You fool, you petty boy... she lives upon that hill and you cannot climb.
You fool, dwell in your dream... reality needs no proof to break the broken.
You have burned your last bridge, sowed your last foul seed.
She lives upon and hill, and you cannot climb.
Gun Greets Barrel First
Bartering butchers sunbath in their wares,
Cohorts build schemes of betrayal whilst the penniless share...
Random tails move through snails,
From ear to ear the campaign smear.
Over much time they speak and grow minds.
Crop-circled wastelands grow matter gray.
Ponds of jelly -once the oceans recede.
The air filters warmth for the global hunger-strike farm.
Food for buying thought and options in twelve sheep stock.
They follow no one except the goat of wooly fathered nun.
Treat the water to drink as stagnates float in their collective stink.
Trust your first response; lie down or seek the gun.
Gun greets barrel first; take it back to refill your purse.
Green
The echoes of life still cling to my mind.
Scents and sights and galloping sound twist and entangle my resolve to let go.
So much is green here, more green than brown, yellow or black.
Except blue of course, blue holds the sky... yet the water is green.
Green: new, fresh and lively... as opposites we sit and stare, pondering... yet I see only green.
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