Small Poems

bats hang empty crying for the fence stitched leather of routine gathering dust discarded in cardboard boxes undreamt globes spring nights silent No q

bats hang empty crying for the fence stitched leather of routine gathering dust discarded in cardboard boxes undreamt globes spring nights silent No quarrel of two struck lovers driven to meet so destiny can tear them apart #smallpoems

Grey scale pastels cast darkness over our moonlit canvas An emotional swirl in hundred of colors leaving me tired, streaks of stuttering monochrome fi

Grey scale pastels cast darkness over our moonlit canvas An emotional swirl in hundred of colors leaving me tired, streaks of stuttering monochrome film trapped in a technocolor world #smallpoems

Gourmet has so many layers of meaning In front of Jelly Beans It means, "Gross" #smallpoems

Gourmet has so many layers of meaning In front of Jelly Beans It means, "Gross" #smallpoems

#smallpoems #clmooc Amazing how fast meaning shifts stating "I can't" So definite. Yet add a Why meaning flies When "Why can't I" rolls off the tongue

#smallpoems #clmooc Amazing how fast meaning shifts stating "I can't" So definite. Yet add a Why meaning flies When "Why can't I" rolls off the tongue unlimited possibilities untwist from time Power fed to the powerless All in three letters W-H-Y

Why Can't I A @google found poem #smallpoems #clmooc

Why can't I sleep why can't I cry? why can't I pee why can't I concentrate Why can't I burp, sneeze, find a job, poop? Why can't I sleep at night Maybe I shouldn't ask all these questions

An "I Can't Found Poem from Google" #clmooc #smallpoems

I can't sleep I can't breath I can't stand the rain I can't I can't drive 55 I can't help myself I can't wait I can't stop loving you I can't get no satisfaction Why Can't I?

When you teach a biologist to write poetry you learn things mycorrhizal mishaps in firing synapses gashes in knowing dashed into verse so instead of o

When you teach a biologist to write poetry you learn things mycorrhizal mishaps in firing synapses gashes in knowing dashed into verse so instead of one guy writing a poem we have four poets writing about fungi. #smallpoems #clmooc

@wentale @dogtrax @telliowkuwp @NomadWarMachine @niall_barr searchiing web for truths of this fungi network to write a poem. Intentional Other times,

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@wentale @dogtrax @telliowkuwp @NomadWarMachine @niall_barr searchiing web for truths of this fungi network to write a poem. Intentional Other times, words, like now, just spill Those poems accidental #clmooc #poetry #smallpoems

#smallpoems Poetry picks at pretentious poses of prose, Exposes holes taking tolls on truths no one owns how one knows what poetry is semantics,syntax

#smallpoems Poetry picks at pretentious poses of prose, Exposes holes taking tolls on truths no one owns how one knows what poetry is semantics,syntax antics , and panics, which flow through dry beds of borrowed meaning as truth escapes in soundscapes and blank space where adverbs once inhabited. no thesis to please us but truth honed on stones of emotional

#smallpoems People will ask me what a poem means and I will say, "What I needed it to?" And hope they walk away Yet they gawk at each allegory. A hawk

#smallpoems People will ask me what a poem means and I will say, "What I needed it to?" And hope they walk away Yet they gawk at each allegory. A hawk hunting on gales of hidden truths like each stanza a tattoo on my soul and they rudely ask, "Wha'ts that mean?"

I have lived a life not polite to scribe in common circles so I must mask my truth in false cellophane of overstretched metaphors #smallpoems

I have lived a life not polite to scribe in common circles so I must mask my truth in false cellophane of overstretched metaphors #smallpoems

#smallpoems This Good Friday I seek shelter behind a rock it didn't block no cave or nothing Just the wind Micha trespasses through quartz and limesto

#smallpoems This Good Friday I seek shelter behind a rock it didn't block no cave or nothing Just the wind Micha trespasses through quartz and limestone of a foot rest Journal splayed, like thoughts over knees Then finally as the third stanza rises the sun comes out again

#smallpoems When you find you way to Sheepskin Hollow After the bridge; the one spanning a crik pointing first to the lake and down to our Tidal River

#smallpoems When you find you way to Sheepskin Hollow After the bridge; the one spanning a crik pointing first to the lake and down to our Tidal River You will see a wooden stake. Chevron carved deep and painted blue. Stay right After walking awhile a crest of one hill really You will come across if you look closely a blue marker absconded a painted wooden b

poetry found in sounds of picking the right poem for the moment #smallpoems

poetry found in sounds of picking the right poem for the moment #smallpoems

I laugh at histories I am only too ashamed to cry about #smallpoems

I laugh at histories I am only too ashamed to cry about #smallpoems

broken tooths scraping against torn elbows bent at junctures of self only point to protuberance of sustenance who steal mana from the willing #smallpo

broken tooths scraping against torn elbows bent at junctures of self only point to protuberance of sustenance who steal mana from the willing #smallpoems

Pestilent ghosts pick at portraits dangling in precarious plaster. Unpainted pasts, hang on bent nails in our walls pealing as time forgets stories al

Pestilent ghosts pick at portraits dangling in precarious plaster. Unpainted pasts, hang on bent nails in our walls pealing as time forgets stories all remember. Logic dismembered dripping in dark sunshine only hidden truths unleash #smallpoems

Just realized something about my subdomains, I now have my quickthoughts, my longthoughts, and jgregorymcverry gets stuck somewhere in the middle. Mig

Just realized something about my subdomains, I now have my quickthoughts, my longthoughts, and jgregorymcverry gets stuck somewhere in the middle. Might make this a poem, maybe it already is. #smallpoems

As second hand slips past six sounds of mistral whisks slow and minstrels of morning beckon to a new clock a New Day 22, maybe like 21 24, 7, or 51 bu

As second hand slips past six sounds of mistral whisks slow and minstrels of morning beckon to a new clock a New Day 22, maybe like 21 24, 7, or 51 but birds do sing again, #smallpoems

Day 22 wind howls outside darkened windows morning birds silenced songs not slipping into existence on tongues of time instead stilled, trapped tones

Day 22 wind howls outside darkened windows morning birds silenced songs not slipping into existence on tongues of time instead stilled, trapped tones and notes who seek escape from our quiet fate does a bird sing alone? #smallpoems