Trees in the Distance

trees in the distance

lift limbs at memory’s edge –

imperfect shadows

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Wearing out shoes in my sleep

 

Wearing out shoes in my sleep,

I walk along the right angled

curvature of implied spaces.

 

Stopping to smell the roses,

their bushes have dog biscuits for leaves –

the thorns, are the mourning dove’s call.

Knotty cabbages –

such fine billows bugle outward,

petrified olives.

 

Feathers fall slowly,

turn to grains of sand, bleeding –

trombones’ sleeping eyes .

 

Saltation ‘s shoreline –

glass harpsichord’s kiss slips by,

jellyfish rumba .

Whispering willows –

tooth paste tap dancer steps out,

coral cormorant .

 

Lounging out the door –

now creep pages without words,

peckish cranky oust.

 

Wings of cow dung hit –

a lento, cavalier stars,

a corpuscle of soil –

sandwiched between fast seconds,

soles slide past boughs of strange sheep .

 

Be prepared for sharp turn ahead –

watch for falling molluscs & steam tractors,

summon superlative hexagons,

small blacksmith artifacts.

 

 

Old Woman Moon laughs

as the bridge spins platitudes of pudding.

The hive is now full of tranquil ditties

sharpened on spider silk.

Finally, defoliate whine glasses

as the silence seeps into the toes.

 

NOTE: All images are from my archive on Dark Pines Photo. Clicking images will take you to original posts (opens in new tab).  Stanzas are a mix of free verse, haiku, and tanka.  Many thanks.

The country’s censorship board said

The country’s censorship board said –

country’s most senior film psychologists, watched –

control of the human race, may cause crte

Swiftly moving acro&s ijh%f conceit ?

 

The country’s censorship board said –

Corny monolith-in-law spotted a large spider –

The furniture should be dusted 09^7&fore ^actinium ih*#cy

Moor thwart-wise clambering rushing beck.

The country’s censorship board said –

sesquipedalian sycophant jelly rolls slide

into madrigal meaning;

truth masticators mangle

slippery factoids in nearby

broken metaphors of forsaken freedom.

 

The country’s censorship board said – cutting pliers broke:

Violent scenes also r-ad the potential to -harm social peace”,

a ^Ref

 

The country’s censorship board said –

These are going to be darts from broken extracellular fluid.

In society, the metaphor of all sides sleep.

Unknown Espion axe exhales lethargy.

The meaning of the nails

in the abandoned peaceful dead is slipping

Off the walking delicacy of equality;

Miles of misery carried jeering curried clouds  –

was it crushed “Shiko-faghntR0%

social cirrocumulus disruption,

as seen from the shadow of Statue of Liberty?

The wolf cry country’s blue moon censorship board said –

social peace plasma walks the footsteps of a stranger.

Every dead thing named is a factual construct of belief,

why then is not everything not figuratively free ?

Truth is free – it does not resemble only one thing.

 

Ripples Crash Shorelines – IQ Test

I’m speaking with myself for one –

I have a very good brain.

I know the best words…….

Most people don’t know that.

Did you know that ?

Did You know that ?

 

 

My view matters. That’s the way it goes.

What goes around comes around –

it is a phrase we are going through,

spilling into awareness –

birds fluttering in a dry puddle.

 

A modest suggestion for an IQ test for those seeking to hold political office. IQ tests evaluate the ability to learn information and skills, and then effectively apply that learning to solve problems. For those wishing to hold political office, they should be evaluated for their intellectual ability to apply empathy and ethics when solving problems in an effective manner. The test should measure their understanding of collaboration, collateral damage, and the implied spaces that extend beyond any solution.

 

 

The test should give an accurate evaluation of the subject’s ability to formulate a plan , and efficaciously communicate both the plan and the underlying goals. The level of communication skills will indicate how well the message  is presented to a diverse audience.

 

Stepping into pool

The depth of ignorance grows –

ripples crash shorelines.

 

Note: The found poem, and their related images, spring from a series of statements ( repeated catch phrases ) made by President Trump  (See embedded links). This post combines found poetry, haibun and haiku. I have attempted to use the best words possible. Many thanks for your thoughts & interest. 

When Dadaists Converse with Texting Pebbles

Do you like to sing a song that loves the template theme?

 

The one that I remember – time;

Making poetry sounded;

Slowly conveying the world.

 

 

The gentle power is that everyone loves ridiculous dogs.

When listening to your ears, fine moss like emerald fur slowly grows easily on the backs of the lion. Next, please remember, the jagged tidings of poetry ripple next to moonlight.

 

About that: The stone covered their ears.

 

Finally, the government has grown old in its forests and has started singing for bland compositions.

 

It is true: Next time, please, fold and tie the sky with a rope.

 

I can master the worship between easy-to-use visual psyllium fibre complaints.

 

The dog tail.

 

You speak rude thoughts.

 

 

Aria tasked, her father hugged her.

It is a very long story.

 

 

Bright Steak on this topic.

 

Colt.

 

The male connection.

The booking office is housed in a small building –

Visitors are treated to the reflection of a goblin cleaning your bathroom.

 

 

The opinions revealed in the mirror – never knew that it could be so varied.

 

The cake is very cold with violin strings and hummingbirds. Romance is happening somewhere.

It is time: The tenor saxophonist plays a snake oil tango.

 

The dirty caked slab sounded like a dream that this variety of mercury has known.

 

It’s easy to use – a tight lap that you want to practice.

 

Communication is about telecommunications.

 

Cool, indeed, the tail width will never cover the sky that might have been.

 

I would like a lot of crystal miles on tethered feathers of tin foil and molasses rickshaw memoirs.

 

I’m worried about system malfunction.

 

She’s a funny steak.

 

In the subtle milk that everyone can have,

The eyebrows, which were very similar to the chandelier, were very dreadful.

Can milk-borne ears be heard?

 

For older songs: Listen to your tears.

 

Funny earrings dreams are also close to many ringdove people.

 

Specifically, you can do the following!

Live your candlestick;
This illuminates a bad night .

 

This has a dragonfly mercury that I can give to you – try to maximize appeal.

 

Soft sounds are sunrise?

 

Quicksilver is very shaky. As width of passion, I can sing milk-madrigals beneath the ocean eaves.

 

For older songs:

Listen to your years.

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About that: Let them know.

 

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