"gyros" poems
Fried green beens
Whirl of the machines
Flashing lights
Squeals of delight
Games to win prizes
Drinks in all sizes
Pig and cow judging
Old friends hugging
Bands in the grandstand
Fried pickles at foodstand
Gator bites and gyros
Rides tossing to and fro
Cotton candy
Salt water taffy
Beer tents
Free events
Pies, canning and art
Contest to take part
Many concessionaire
Great old fashion state fair
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
A leaked sanity
derived from a single unintentional stimulus
She immediately drowned in her illusions
A cascade of ecstatic emotional state
Led her to unexplained exhilarating lub-dubs
She entered a trance
An imaginary setting of pseudo-relationship,
originating from a deceptive analysis
Butterflies lodged in her stomach
Like drifting into the sweet tranquil breeze of fall
Odd feeling brought by an accidental impulse
an addictive sensation, continually sought
Like an ice cream that thaws
and never did she regret for this
Like a bud that delayed its bloom
She is a fixated lass
fast-tracked into maturity,
Depriving her of being subjected to adolescent giggles and anguishes
Coping for deficiency,
to undergo short-lived fascinations
It was never an ordinary night,
for it would happen only but annually
It was extraordinary
where angels descended from heaven
She looked at him
as a critical thinker *** philosopher inside a venerable physique
His intuitive notions flowed
keeping his cleverness inhibited,
ingenuity simply emanated
Decisive metaphorical analogies were mesmerizing,
in the depth of the gyros and sulcus
in his intellect she wanted to drown
The mystery of his smirks
she wanted to decipher.
In the profoundly of his personality
she wished to be familiar.
Electrocution!
Extreme voltage in her physique
sanity almost dripped
She cared less about reality,
forgetting about lucidity and rationality
A plethora of outlook insurgencies
led to confused convictions
Nothing big really happened,
just a matter of split seconds summarized as a simple skin-to-skin contact
an exhilarating interaction between epidermal layers
A premature ventricular contractions.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
All the people and colors move by.
Life poured down streets and tiny brick
Sidewalks rubbed with decades of shoes.
The aroma of yesterday and tomorrow
Filled the airstream carried by the traffic
From a vendor a block down. Gyros.
Every-so-often I like to come into the city
To see how people act around other people.
It keeps me sane and washes from me
Big land’s disconnect. I recall, with every
Memory trigger that shoots off and cracks
The things I have not thought of since
My last trip here. I think to myself why?
Memory and time, occasionally, don’t mix,
But time needs memory to be remembered
And memory needs time to exist…
I suddenly thought of you, though—
That time you told me that news and I
Ran off for a year and some months.
You called to say you were sorry—
You even wrote me a letter, but I was gone.
Your call the other day was nice.
It reminded me why I am the way I am,
And you are the way you are, and why
We aren’t together, and why I enjoy spending
Days and days alone on old barrier islands
To spear fish and make camp in the sand.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC