05-05-2017, 08:15 AM
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten. If you hadn't provided the link, I would have gone elsewhere
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten. why forgotten? or, is this metaphor
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone. a list poem that points to the same conclusion
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown. interpersonal
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution. please tell me this is balm and not another reaching for offense...
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution? ...but.be.. clear.. the solution...don't dilly-dally
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein. like the carrier pigeon
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin. safety
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife. yes indeed, couldn't agree more, blasted!
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife. again?
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough. okay, now this really made me laugh. I could see the string of
awkwardness
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff. a person holds on because there is hope for the worst of us
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism". cedar bricks work nicely in closets
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism. change purportedly
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments. it's no one's business, the time
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense. more insult, very poetic
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten. explain the roots again
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten. oh, there it is and oops there it goes again
Hi Szczepan, I had to google the saint but we won't get into THAT hahaha.
I get where you are going and it is a thought provoking poem to say the least
which proves the poet may have some ingenuity or experience in word code.
Sorry I am a grouch now and having a hard time being a helpful critique.
I do want to help, it's my heart's desire, but I fail often.
It's cloudy here, I hope your day is much nicer and you find joy
comfort and peace where you are. Best to you.
Oh, wait I hear the beautiful rain.
janine
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten. why forgotten? or, is this metaphor
Mystery in a genie's bottle capped by the Philosopher's Stone. a list poem that points to the same conclusion
Musings of an Aristotle trapped on the great X unknown. interpersonal
Search for the right angle. Next spin the Earth's revolution. please tell me this is balm and not another reaching for offense...
Big Bang. Contract. Entangle. Free. Iterate optimal solution? ...but.be.. clear.. the solution...don't dilly-dally
Saint Malthus. Most obtuse. His wings clipped therein. like the carrier pigeon
Those angels. Little use. Population gripped upon that pin. safety
Artificial Elixir of Artificial Life enduring Artificial Strife. yes indeed, couldn't agree more, blasted!
The sole fixer, spinster Midwife wielding Controversial Knife. again?
Chessman moved by puppeteer's string easily enough. okay, now this really made me laugh. I could see the string of
awkwardness
Ventriloquists own the only ears making out the bluff. a person holds on because there is hope for the worst of us
Pundits advocate their brand-new, just found "ism". cedar bricks work nicely in closets
Poets alliterate through a purportedly profound prism. change purportedly
Journeys, Clock Hands calibrate. Infinitesimal eternal moments. it's no one's business, the time
A finger-painted Word-Portrait. Scant internal kernel of sense. more insult, very poetic
Sail the breeze all around the trees of logic not quite begotten. explain the roots again
Roots of cubes stored in vacuum tubes computed then forgotten. oh, there it is and oops there it goes again
Hi Szczepan, I had to google the saint but we won't get into THAT hahaha.
I get where you are going and it is a thought provoking poem to say the least
which proves the poet may have some ingenuity or experience in word code.
Sorry I am a grouch now and having a hard time being a helpful critique.
I do want to help, it's my heart's desire, but I fail often.
It's cloudy here, I hope your day is much nicer and you find joy
comfort and peace where you are. Best to you.
Oh, wait I hear the beautiful rain.
janine
there's always a better reason to love