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Poems
Elioinai
Oct 2014
Gena is a fragile spiderweb
Glorious in the morning sun
but shining with her tears
Gena is a kaleidoscope
red, gold, blue
Changing her patterns
always sometime new,
Gena is a glass beaded puzzle,
The filamentous kind which gentle fingers could solve,
If only she would let them,
She shouts her strength and wisdom,
Covering her brittle heart with sheer curtains,
But she will choose the right path when she screams for stability,
And her painted lattice masks go up in final flames.
Glorious in the morning sun
but shining with her tears
Gena is a kaleidoscope
red, gold, blue
Changing her patterns
always sometime new,
Gena is a glass beaded puzzle,
The filamentous kind which gentle fingers could solve,
If only she would let them,
She shouts her strength and wisdom,
Covering her brittle heart with sheer curtains,
But she will choose the right path when she screams for stability,
And her painted lattice masks go up in final flames.
circa. 2011
About a girl I know. I think she has come a long way since I wrote this.
About a girl I know. I think she has come a long way since I wrote this.
Chuck
Aug 2013
Everything I needed to know, I learned from a bathroom stall.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make.
I want to have a good time.
This Gena must live in Disneyland or a carnival.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make.
I want to have a good time.
This Gena must live in Disneyland or a carnival.
matthew scott harris
Jun 2017
multiple efforts and attempts got made
to communicate feedback sans the young spirited female - hoof from this hoarse neighing stranger - for bravery gives ye Top most grade
gena buza - whose spinal cord became frayed
thus, an audio file plucked inside me - i.e. loss one must not evade
though unsure if anyone of the heart felt emotion got conveyed
sorry to be a nuisance if inxs of umpteen copies
of my sincere literary endeavor might induce editors to up braid
me - cuz...life lesson encapsulated within that tragic automobile accident -
if me left quadriplegic - i would be afraid.
from n anonymous respondent who counts himself as a decades old penny wise
and pound foolish die hard TIME MAGAZINE patron -
whose own emotional travails evoke empathy
with another bound by barriers well he doth consider a worthy prize!
i became transfixed n enamored at your beauty
the wheelchair vanished to bequeath a duty
to commend you - from this papa whose sentiments
take wing and fly toward poetics somewhat fruity
yet...a tenderness prodded me - a blowfish who swims
in the cyber seas - without giving a hooty
that this dada of deux darling young adult daughters
can seemingly make a buffoon of himself
while cyber surfing the muddy waters
if only to bring a smile
to a complete stranger (whose captioned picture with an online archive file
posted in TIME, whereby these eyes saw an agile
beautiful nymph - preparing for a high school prom
as your mom
brushed debris from your wheeled golden chariot
to prepare your queenly debut with aplomb
knowing that no handicap
can undermine the maternal love - in whose lap
u suckled, nestled, molly coddled b4 your ***** trap
left thee paralyzed - yet the will to live fate did not zap!
from...matthew harris
postscript: my humblest apology for any duplicate messages. such redundancy can be attributed to uncertainty if this commentary in reaction to the JUNE 20TH 2014 ISSUE TIME MAGAZINE LIGHTBOX reached the above sublime in question.
to communicate feedback sans the young spirited female - hoof from this hoarse neighing stranger - for bravery gives ye Top most grade
gena buza - whose spinal cord became frayed
thus, an audio file plucked inside me - i.e. loss one must not evade
though unsure if anyone of the heart felt emotion got conveyed
sorry to be a nuisance if inxs of umpteen copies
of my sincere literary endeavor might induce editors to up braid
me - cuz...life lesson encapsulated within that tragic automobile accident -
if me left quadriplegic - i would be afraid.
from n anonymous respondent who counts himself as a decades old penny wise
and pound foolish die hard TIME MAGAZINE patron -
whose own emotional travails evoke empathy
with another bound by barriers well he doth consider a worthy prize!
i became transfixed n enamored at your beauty
the wheelchair vanished to bequeath a duty
to commend you - from this papa whose sentiments
take wing and fly toward poetics somewhat fruity
yet...a tenderness prodded me - a blowfish who swims
in the cyber seas - without giving a hooty
that this dada of deux darling young adult daughters
can seemingly make a buffoon of himself
while cyber surfing the muddy waters
if only to bring a smile
to a complete stranger (whose captioned picture with an online archive file
posted in TIME, whereby these eyes saw an agile
beautiful nymph - preparing for a high school prom
as your mom
brushed debris from your wheeled golden chariot
to prepare your queenly debut with aplomb
knowing that no handicap
can undermine the maternal love - in whose lap
u suckled, nestled, molly coddled b4 your ***** trap
left thee paralyzed - yet the will to live fate did not zap!
from...matthew harris
postscript: my humblest apology for any duplicate messages. such redundancy can be attributed to uncertainty if this commentary in reaction to the JUNE 20TH 2014 ISSUE TIME MAGAZINE LIGHTBOX reached the above sublime in question.