2/ An avid lover of olive trees can look with interest at a white grape-hued hard tiny fruit upon a brick pathway. This might have been a candidate for something to be pickled in a jar and shoved into a truck somewhere before being sold virtually next door.
3/ The emphasis of a given homily was on some six hundred rules that turned into a festival of hall monitors who would call attention to mistakes performed by others, thereby lessening the time for finding love.
4/ She spent acres of time sorting the contents of six boxes of possessions that belonged to offspring, that each ingredient might be placed on a particular shelf and left again.
5/ The argument resulted in a standoff that occupied the mind of one of the combatants who hoped for health and ease to come back to the spirit and the flesh.
6/ He wrote a postcard including more than anyone would want to know yet furnishing enough to make sure things had left his chest.
7/ To celebrate alternative dependence, people found their way to lighters that would yield successive pops that lit the sky, that there might form a relaxation around the caged mentality that now prevailed.
8/ The therapist arrived with tools of her trade that she might rescue someone from intended peace and spawn confusion in an otherwise pale home.
9/ Present tense replete with derivations spawned a missing of the point as new pasts gathered in pursuit of future design attributed to informal survival.
Volodymyr Bilyk a poem
Chair Person works crowing airplane or collection baby creaking played grinding gum or flying crying truck - excelsior! Mystery intensifiers played out of turnip - effervescence Towel blowing nothing - nails the muse tune gums bleed tacitly Low nose exhaust the detrimental dripping - silence sniffing Tse Tse Fly - does Braaam! and goes beyond Door screaming of clipping drill mower Dental beeping: wry zigzag - pipes crying nothing expedient Baffling gewgaw surd - sappy Koala opaque sough hoot - peals quake thwack Dolphin nostrils nebulous Duck Phantom squealing sinus tussle Choke insurgent wombat Doom Loud neat Sparkle, wink-wink snoring - cheeks burst hippopotamuss roar Tart Tart Tart Mosquito Rooster floors frequency “Dog Loud” nails Garbage Sounds buzzing smacking elevator chirping other honking slew slamming the silence of alarm nails chewing tune - scraping floor broadway - barking elevator roundabout arabesque sigh Rooster horn stab - loud buzzing - leaf blowing "Orff" or a Door off truck - Lawn played Cat nose snoring silence soaring - "Aaaaaaaah!" ebbing toot - bazoo yap gingerly chop chewing gum hideous gulp gasp - hinges tremendous knock creaking flower o-o
Clara B. Jones a poem
[[Self-portrait Sonnet* 1. We could populate Mars, but Earth is a scalable platform. 2. Intersectionality is outdated since AI is the next big thing. 3a. I make ugly art beautiful. 3b. Are you a Gynobot? 3c. No, I am a technophobe. 4a. Istanbul Fashion Week was held in Newark. 4b. My book was released in June but didn't sell. 5. It's impossible to learn to cook by reading poetry. 6. I am free to make art, but no-one will care. 7. I exist on the margins, seeking a way out. 8. I have a quick mind but am slow on my feet. 9. I understand what he is saying, but what does he want? 10a. Do you think the play will be a hit? 10b. It should appeal to anyone with a dark sense of humor. 11. [Afrobots are defined by a field in Georgia where long rows of cotton lead nowhere.] 12. Help is two hours away. 13. Buy one Tesla®, get one free. 14. Black lives matter in Ireland, and Dubliners like collard greens.]] *Inspired by Lifestyles Magazine, Spring 2018
joel chace: Non-Euclidean Ventures
16.
One evening, as we were passing the Kazan church
in a bitter wind and driving snow,
the coachman got down from the box
and threw himself on his knees
in the snow to pray, he did not give us a thought.
When we were frozen to the very marrow,
and he had turned into a snowman,
he quietly got up and drove on again without a word.
Liminal
17.
Among our acquaintances was a beautiful old lady
of hysterical tendencies, who, years later,
when Mahler was in Russia by himself,
summoned him and told him that she felt her death
to be near, and would he enlighten her
about the other world since he had
said so much about it in his Second Symphony.
Luminists’ shadows
18.
Whether Plato died in a dream,
as some deliver,
he must rise again to inform us.
Elijah explains it all
J.D. Nelson: ten poems
that’s the way we spell eagles
we know of a place that is perfect
and that means no bugs
that old world where the air smells like popcorn
problems with the text already
this is the backup text
I got myself fitted with expansion clips
the crow is seated
he will be served a mushroom
outlined in gold and colored in with a chicken pencil
this is the creep xing
find a creep on the street and scream
up there is a sun
why not use it to power our machines
into the desert now
a little water is a lot of water
exxon has these in the refrigerator case
next to the microwave fries
earth is up early
walking thru the walls and drinking ceiling water
mr. jump or junk
not a filament
needer von sneaker
leech laser
there was a beautiful display overhead
and trumpets announced the beginning of the new time
and then the people were all like whoa
plack so’s a whittle not me
but a smart bug should see it
hen chuck the oil was a bart of the nervous earth in chains there
water was a villain today
rest your towels
needles is a new name
relax here
this is the thing to do
help eyes bright
now a wintersblue
would you rather have a dream serial
deck-a-dent
soprano litmus hands all over the chalkboard, proving a poetic theorem
it’s three in a row for the doctor
to name a world -- earth!
why don’t we have hands in the salad more often
we can see the world in a hornet’s egg
the bleep wharf when you can’t have a duck
a scone for the outlaw, maybe blueberry, his horse’s name
sidearm sundae like a worm in the poem who knows the dark passageways
the programmed earth is especially wise
will you please stand by for further instructions from the wet duck in the creek
dollars to eat
it’s a dark lipton now
a cloud of tea
it would heal the land
you could have the eye
the bend of the knee
the sweep of the cat
that machine looking
lasers in the mountains
to verify the clouds in this sector
to speak of the planet in terms of the trees
in the time of the bats
the birthday party hubcaps
wildflower holy now for the watching of butterflies eating
were you born to check up on the chickens
not knowing the windows and eyes
the little bugs now and here
would you like to see the brain
it has been soaking all day
now that we are neighbors
would you like to lol
maze rex tea the bee reach
when I said the magic hat word
clap was a goldsmith yes a teacher
taking a selfie with the pine cone mustard
we feed the free wool to the clouds
flat was a problem for the clown
a new red shift in the meteorship
atmospheric jute in a canadian box
the dew on my uniform
bio/graf
J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words in his subterranean laboratory. Visit
www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published poems.
Nelson lives in Colorado.
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