jere-gallup - Hello Poetry

Summer doldrums, Morning heat risers On the sky, High nubile towers In the distance, Freshwater fountains To slowly refresh, Washing over Water and land, Beating down The soaking rains, Their tall images Standing there, Thunder sounds Barely echo there, All puffed-up And neatly draped, Hung like white Formal tablecloths Across the everglades.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC

jere-gallup

Doldrums

Summer doldrums, Morning heat risers On the sky, High nubile towers In the distance, Freshwater fountains To slowly refresh, Washing over Water and land, Beating down The soaking rains, Their tall images Standing there, Thunder sounds Barely echo there, All puffed-up And neatly draped, Hung like white Formal tablecloths Across the everglades.

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I watch the clock hands On the wall Turn up to twelve Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, And again my wife Beckons me To come to bed, Not sit steadfast In all that dread; But thoughts still Rumble around Inside my head, How slow the time passes As the hour approaches, How time stands still Almost to the second, As clock hands Reach twelve, As clock watchers watch Time almost to a stop, Abrupt to an end Straight up; While the rest ignore__ Say, a watched *** Never boils, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, How doomsday Never comes.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC

jere-gallup

DOOMSDAY CLOCK

I watch the clock hands On the wall Turn up to twelve Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, And again my wife Beckons me To come to bed, Not sit steadfast In all that dread; But thoughts still Rumble around Inside my head, How slow the time passes As the hour approaches, How time stands still Almost to the second, As clock hands Reach twelve, As clock watchers watch Time almost to a stop, Abrupt to an end Straight up; While the rest ignore__ Say, a watched *** Never boils, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, How doomsday Never comes.

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Momentum turns me Up a broken driveway, Truck’s suspension Bucks and sways In a nose-up attitude, Into the thick, green __Canopy above. Almost like a flying __Circus, Except green for blue, Reminders of my Primary days__ Nose higher in a T-34, Vibrating and shaking, Headlong into a fall; “Hold it!” He shouts, “Hold the nose!” The air so full of glory, The slow settling back, Then over in a full And hair-raising, Stomach churning, Hammerhead Stall, And off we go… Nose-down hard, Again and again.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC

jere-gallup

ESCADRILLES

Momentum turns me Up a broken driveway, Truck’s suspension Bucks and sways In a nose-up attitude, Into the thick, green __Canopy above. Almost like a flying __Circus, Except green for blue, Reminders of my Primary days__ Nose higher in a T-34, Vibrating and shaking, Headlong into a fall; “Hold it!” He shouts, “Hold the nose!” The air so full of glory, The slow settling back, Then over in a full And hair-raising, Stomach churning, Hammerhead Stall, And off we go… Nose-down hard, Again and again.

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Arses to arses And farces to farces, No way of telling The difference We make__ Given the boredom Of sitting around, And them deciding Who's first to punch And who's first to duck.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC

jere-gallup

ARSES

Arses to arses And farces to farces, No way of telling The difference We make__ Given the boredom Of sitting around, And them deciding Who's first to punch And who's first to duck.

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