"usu" poems
refract |riˈfrakt|
verb [ trans. ] (usu. be refracted)
(of water, air, or glass) make (a ray of light) change direction when it enters at an angle : the rays of light are refracted by the material of the lens.
******* ash out of a little cardboard tube- what else would you have me do?
Taxed gasps but not as heavily as my thoughts- it is brought to my attention that,
perhaps I think too much.
and focus too little.
But as I’ve enunciated countless times before
what it is I’m waiting for
Refraction
Would it be wise just to make it happen?
Refraction
Nothing ever came to be by accident
Refraction
Except when the sunlight shone
and the wind did blow
with capricious direction
Refraction
and then a human crawled from the
cosmological wreckage
absolutely ******* random
Refraction
I suppose it’s within my grasp
to change my path
If only I knew where I was headed
Refraction
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
432 was the amount
of a crushing defeat
for 202 Toe Rags.
432 is a symbolic figure
for Ireland and not a
poetic metaphor either,
it was the date St Patrick
arrived here from Boulogne
Sur Mer in Northern France,
where it was a tradition of the
local mariners to paint a shamrock
on their fishing boats.
432 has often been associated with
the 4 provinces and 32 counties.
John B. Keane's "Field" was 3 Acres
1 Rood and 32 Perches, a classic
representation of Ireland.
202, or TOT will become iconic also,
not as a number, more the word!
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TOT |tɒt|
verb (tots, totting, totted) [ no obj. ] (usu. as nountotting) Brit. informal
salvage saleable items from dustbins or ******* heaps. local authorities frown on totting.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC