"barnstorm" poems
Pieces of fabric
swell around my arm
tourniquet bound and
stitched
from the lining of the journal,
exploding in heart shaped stars.
Ventilation
Convulsed laughter
while our eyes didn't quite meet
[long enough]
smiles reciprocate
anyway.
That day a barnstorm
like birds, in high-rise
oak trees, fueled flowers
in garden cradles.
verbiage eaten...
the eventual supper.
Essence of leather
knuckle bound, writing.
I taught you in different chords
a world that retains your
fragile hands.
The crescent shaped
impact on your cheek,
ring on your left
middle finger glistened
downstream
lighting the way
to my words.
If I had to break,
our cheeks turned,
curling up between
book pages,
and markers that left
stories and towers
taller than mountains.
Ears cuffed with maddening
silence, a distraction
to shut it out.
Mercy, whatever it takes
to cease the personality
of "I'm already lost"
you can keep the change,
and peace.
They say dusk holds on
until the day is born.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
I think that I shall never see
A sight as strange as a flying pig .
A winged pig that snout is sky-wised pushed
Against the earth’ fantastic slopping roundness
A winged pig who may fly all day,
And lifts whimsicality toward higher climes;
A pig that flutters in the icy air
A flap of wings and oinking there ;
Upon whose flight our imagination ascend
Our imitations in inward horizon up-sweeps logic .
Fall guys like me write poems,
But only metaphors like flying pigs
Can rise in ink stained skies and barnstorm
the very gates of eternity with winged couplets.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
“Cognition”
“My imagination comes from Curiosity
A curiosity of life and its meaning,
An inquisitiveness of sustenance,
That of the definition of a subject,
As we look in the eyes of another,
And adhere to that one’s soul,
That special one that will be in your life,
The window of their eyes will tell all,
That one that is the dearest of treasures,
And that the sweetest of pleasures,
Euphoria that over run all measures,
Felicity sweetness of pursuing curiosity,
Happiness lies in the subduing of hearts,
Whispered its vows as a tender pawn,
To those that are strangers to ardor,
Virtue is imaginations strongest defender,
Homage and honors in the end fits like a glove,
When ones imagination leaps with splendor,
Makes my Curiosity barnstorm and leap,
To satisfy my imagination with such provender,
To that of my Cognition of comprehension”
By Andrew Guzaldo 2021 ©
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Has it become the new norm?
This kick the puppies platform
As we observe him barnstorm
Which he’s raised to an art form
While certain folk relate
To his message of hate
Perhaps I need to state
It’s crushed by its own weight
While also kicking puppies
He’s fishing for the guppies
And not attracting yuppies
Let alone any buppies
But he content to be
Their majordomo
Don’t cha see
That his base will agree
What puppies signify
Are the people who will die
Unless we rise-up, no lie
And not reelect that guy
Because we entertain that fool
We’re open to worldwide ridicule
‘Cuz he’s broken every rule
And he's a Russian tool
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC