Steel sparks off tusk cut in pillars of rainbow alloy muzzle wrapped blade frozen in teeth of quantum law eye to eye spirits drawn hop amongst a parlay painting a mosaic of magic and form #smallpoems
#poetryport #smallpoems #clmooc For first time since 8th grade I don't have a paradox no three hole Gibsons shining black suede or cherry read no 10 hole steel cap boots to keep bullies at bay each lace pull protection against harsh world
#poetryport #smallpoems Shit. A promised made to keep the poems more physical to find Pinksy's history in everything. Meaning in the mundane now tasked to describe virtually I wonder where is the the line? Asked since 1959 Do we taste and feel in our online spaces the faces Real?
#poetryport #clmooc #smallpoems thanks I feel as we peel away onions in us bunions on heels of truth stray pinwheels frozen in winds blowing keels hued in poetic thought gratitude of lying bards in search of exactitude sighing guards on a perch of poetic preludes
#poetryport #smallpoems To Gonzos of the plow put forth seeds falling from neither's hand grasped together on the wink of the wind working words into fields of wheat our awn of brittle destinies glistening tall on a head of emptiness full of it all leaves drenched in memories that fade in morning sun as collaborative light spills A Cambridge combine harvesti
Be weary of the warmth in a poet's smile for it sparks many a fire unleashing desire to rain on flames of forgotten folklore strickling streams causing creases of dreams escaping folds of time while the work of a smirk hides a wordsmith's intention #poetryport #clmooc #smallpoems
I finished putting together the #smallpoems collaborative poem @dogtrax and I did, for 30 days one of use or both, wrote a threaded response poem: https://jgregorymcverry.com/untitledpoem I need someone to pick out to fonts one for Kevin and one for me. #clmooc
#smallpoems ancillary poetry adrift in February unwary words emissaries of visionary verse poetry premiers in port waves of words contort crests of truth distort the barnacles lodged in our souls as bards chronicle from the atolls of lost words
#smallpoems Embers of Verse burst through November as we remember to dismember the fear let poetry premier in port waves of words contort crests of truth distort the barnacles lodged in our souls as bards chronicle from the atolls of lost words
#smallpoems Splintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible destiny Interest aligned eyes locked destiny's knot unwound as feet wrestle fallen leaves Just as the dogs run determined to get nowhere at all, their paths can never cross Warmed by the pleasure of shared mystery h
#smallpoems Tormented by desire I sought refuge in verse to converse with possible futures. A curse sutures failing call time's hearse Days of turmoil boil into sleepless nights pen fights reality A machete of possibility pressing on pasts as I lift pen from paper peace escapes her uncaptured heart eases the misery in made up history then I sit. To type the
#smallpoems roamed vast spaces of the Mighty Garden weaving in dreams as light rained down bottled in moments of good now 4 legged beasts descend upon our paths always hungry, salivating for more freedom choked only rich in the pit can move