Poem- "The Expert Flowers"

The Expert Flowers

The daisy family puts curlicues on a horse’s right size wig in waves of perm,

To add less expensive directions with processed attraction of buttery derm.

*Flowers are giving a horse a haircut.  It’s fashion and fiction!

Poem- "To Draw over Personality"

To Draw over Personality

My place is division of action and material I’m nearer to about sounds,

In truth of so much weather how it is shadow to personal mind by final rounds:

Being a rider of cups with lights on in memory colors to quite hear large jazz,

Something else autumn to lose my crown in low victory through joy and sad of Shiraz;

Balance of passion to check is flow towards meaningful look at new schools for long notions,

As my circle of friends is bigness of smiles through chase on history in night lotions:

More chill of decision keeps me at bay while interruptions soothe my appetite now,

When opinion of bees is weary because appearance of mood is state to real pow;

Discovery by means to land is orchestra in natural theories to great vibes,

Yet melody of insight the summers of old years pass upon keeps me in sweet jibes.

*This is philosophical verse, confession of drinking soda, and my teaching of poetry.

Poem- "Both American Parties"

Both American Parties

There’s federal grass that booms the White House in liberal amounts,

Yet funny bones upon angled jaws show sermons on two mounts:

Rotating mules on celestial degree to present tremors,

Cyprus dwarves by local arts to steal cattle of wild emmers;

Americans call them Democrats and Republicans now,

So dancing teams call names with bad words in less musical pow;

U.S.A. politicians are crayons off dynamic range,

With vital foes on currency to simple minds pitching change:

Bill Clinton knows hard jazz on solo beat to play his rich golf,

As Trump mixes up hot prejudice like Japan’s Deer Rudolph;

Our blessed hat contains these numerical votes for acceptance,

Through avenues of thought which repair us by more susceptance.

*Unlike my dad, I don’t lose my mind on politics; I just relate metaphors to cultures.  There’s more than one world on this planet and that fact must be respected.  Did I mention two parties?  “Susceptance” in mathematics is an imaginary part of admittance, which means in plain English that it is the imaginary ways of measuring something.  Isn’t politics a genre of pure imagination?  People have lots of imaginary ways of measuring all sorts of things.

Merry Holidays (Hey, I didn't say "Happy Holidays".)

Resting,,,resting,,,yeah! Time off from 12/23 to 12/26--------Happy Holidays!

Poem- "Spicy Holidays"

Spicy Holidays

It’s raining perfume as a nourished cloud to hide old stars away,

                        Cream pours from wet flowers by cherry red deer off to let me sway.

*I’ve been influenced by a Christmas ornament, some French uniforms, and lots of terrible clowns.  I hope my readers are happy on those holidays that exist without unison from family populations; there’s regret about my past and future because survival attempt is nauseating on brisk mornings to wide open spaces.  A dance can be consumed for this small rhyme!

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By Diako1971 (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Ghost Poem- "Ethics on a Herb"

Ethics on a Herb

A ghost is hunting the colors of Rasta for sinsemilla,

Overstanding dread as vanishing palms to leer through familia.

*I’ve actually met this Rasta ghost in my lifetime. It was mystical, yet surreal: ghosts are the mediums of odd behavior; my exaggerations are true here. I got into weird dimensions throughout my schizophrenia event and I was talking and behaving as various natives on the planet Earth. “Sinsemilla” is a Rasta’s religious marijuana. Reading this poem well requires cultural immersion at a lot of levels; you have to study Spanish to know how to say “sinsemilla” and “familia” and make the words rhyme. Bless the little souls out there!

Poem- "Another Eye of a Gate"

Another Eye of a Gate Surfing the web in the city of angels on a mural, Live at our hub with few trolls off their love traveling puerile. *Exaggeration of city life with a twist, going off with a bang. Whew, damn trolls!

By John Bauer - Illustration of Walter Stenström's The boy and the trolls or The Adventure in childrens' anthology Among pixies and trolls, a collection of childrens' stories, 1915., Public Domain, Link

Poem- "Beginning Winter the End of Days"

Beginning Winter the End of Days

A bug flies through the guard petals of a wild rose before hot nights,
Then it passes away on a bridge between friends with more highlights.

*There’s Wild Rose Gas Station here in Tehachapi, California. I get to thinking about this bug as though it’s in depression with bright colors infused with many sights. It took me eight months to make this poem, and the time spent is what counts at large. It’s fun to guess whether those “more highlights” refer to the bug’s friends or the bug’s disappearance. With this poem, I rhyme with four words rather than two within this couplet: “before”, “with more”, “nights”, “highlights”. Don’t let the simple writing fool you; I took many years of two colleges and one state university to get into the knowhow of languages in the first place. I like to think that every house speaks a language that’s unique somewhat, minus the imposters of fashion.

**Picture=Meister des Codex Manesse (Grundstockmaler) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Poem- "Reflections of an Arrow"

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Reflections of an Arrow

Hot deals of instant coffee are folk songs on treasured island to ring,
As the elf counsel by moonrise take another road on with a bing.







*Sweet and simple, sweet and simple; this poem would make a good commercial on TV. My mom doesn’t know what a moonrise is, and the internet’s search engine Bing has influenced my art. “Treasure Island” is a public domain phrase that’s used by businesses, but I changed the phrase anyway to “treasured island”. There was a videogame business in Ventura called Treasure Island, and there’s a hotel in Las Vegas called Treasure Island Hotel & Casino. Basically, there’s this cultural influence of “Treasure Island” as though the phrase refers to busy avenues of thought or hot business procedures. Are the reflections of an arrow some capitalist ideas for the elf group, or actually visions of what’s needed on the island? You may decide without my advisory question.


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Poem- "Directions Above Ring"

Directions Above Ring

A cell’s pulse breaks out in live future like sweet liquids in natural gas,

Yet chilled mirrors on its tone to play show our changing moon by temperate bass.

*A cell phone is ringing and mirrors are by the free streaming of fish.  Lots of colors fill my head as I dream tons in day and see few things by night.  To me, this poem is a symbol of night owls.  In order to create some kinds of poetry, you need to consider history and science along with religion.  At the very least, faith is intrinsic.  Plenty of my couplets act like instructions for drawing artists, yet there’s abundance to mystery: the sheer quantity and size of imagination can be the mystery itself or something correlated to these unknown conditions.  There’s numerous images of thought possible with the poem’s context of meaning; there’s shared context of meaning and personal/private context of meaning.  iPhone commercials are just one of my influences, along with house design, Betelgeuse three times, “what the fire truck”, and dummy bears.  (Was it “gummy bears?”  Sorry.)

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Poetry in Random Picture- "Red Deer"

This is a Christmas ornament that my close-by grandma made for my mom's wedded relationship about 40 years ago from today.

Mostly, this red deer is not seen on the top internet searches on the keyword "red deer".

It's made with quite a bit of pins and shiny art-craft.

If you've seen the movie "Bambi", you can imagine a red deer doing strange things in your head.

I personally like the red deer!

Much of the sharp red color of the deer's figure is worn off, but there's worn charm here.

This ornament is antique material.

My mom owns lots of antiques from her life-savings rather than from shopping antiques.

Poetry material is very possible with heavy consideration of this red deer.

Poem- "Reflection Behind Dipper"

Reflection Behind Dipper

                        Precious jewels on color grades tell us high energy of slip traces,

                        Our gold teeth on a loony carrot bring in rich food to loud braces.

*This is a cartoon poem!  First I get into science, then I turn whacko.  It’s fun, huh?

Poem Review, "Lord Of The Fishes" By Tan Pratonix

Poem Review- “Lord of the Fishes” by Tan Pratonix

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lord-of-the-fishes/

I’m not a philosopher who ignores the Bible.  In fact, little attention for a book of books is anything but terra firma. Without one’s sense of rhyme, one is bound to be silent in articulation yet noisy with confusion.  Is the close star blazing in circulation to the broken nets, or glazing like the depth of endless hours?  It’s hard to tell if voice is an exact catch of literacy or such a motto in shining feel over things.  When I read my poems out loud for YouTube, I keep my hunger in mind.  As I mention “silvery treasure” in fresh privacy, endurance is a phrase in my mouth akin to canoe rafting.  Divinity becomes cliché or a concept external of mind to average folks as they shop against food labels with phrases like “divine turkey” or “another feast”, yet it’s sunshine out of exhaustion during the prayer’s act of sweating tears.  I do wonder how God is the Lord of fishes because Christians themselves disagree on the Jesus concept.  Is Jesus God, or is God Jesus?  I guess if there’s enough fire to roast in boatmen’s hearts, especially the weather of blood as miracles go against dreamy sins, fishes will soak up rays of macular echoes in gracious habit all on Jesus’s plate with Mr. Pratonix’s piercing meditation.    

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By Andreas Wahra (Own work (own photography)) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons

Poem- "Philosophy on Sad Actions"

Philosophy on Sad Actions A pink lady’s salad is white out by ginger toast while she travels from opera trees, Before golden retrievers carry rainbow trout to midnight green leprechauns in freeze. *I speak food! Some of my influences include McDonald’s, SpizzaCo, and stupid commercials.

http://www.yourirish.com/folklore/legend-of-leprechauns





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By Sarah Mahala Photography & Makeup Artistry from Oshkosh, WI, United States (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Poem- "Painted Shadow"

Painted Shadow

            A zombie in awesome size breaks away huge mirrors from fishponds by voodoo,

            As witch doctor’s pet soars up final road on native mouth to soft new boo.

*I decided here to combine the clichés of zombies and witch doctors into one jazz poem.  Is the zombie a pet or someone else?  Either way, it’s a jazz poem.

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Poem- "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Duck"

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Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Duck

Twinkle, twinkle, little duck,

How I wonder why you’re stuck:

Up above the lake so blue,

Like a berry in my stew.

Twinkle, twinkle, little duck,

How I wonder why you’re stuck!

*This song is a parody of all the ducks I’ve seen from artists and back. You can refer to Donald Duck on this song, but I’d prefer you dream with me. Have art in your philosophy, that’s all folks! https://duckduckgo.com/

Poem- "One and Zero"

One and Zero

A teacher’s pet eats sweet chalk in forbidden recess,
While korfballs pass the court and her travelling dress.

*This is an abstract poem that’s cute and realistic. I decided on making up the phrase “forbidden recess” to indicate something wrong with the teacher’s pet. Is the pet an animal or just hungry? Of course, with the travelling dress, there must be adventure, to go places.

Poem- "Celebrity Passing History"

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Celebrity Passing History

Specular reflections bounce off the wabash

in holy echoes of grazing mirrors,

Yet star attractions through light signals live kings of golfsports

in worn protective gears.

*Here I mix science with golf, using second cousin words to illustrate beauty in magnitude.  Beat that, Aristotle and Twain!  A “wabash” is shining water and mirrors are feeding off the light, in my mind.  You’ll find the phrase “star attraction” in the movie “Space Jam” which uses new language as anyone concerned with cultures is supposed to.

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Poem- "To the Target of Messages"

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To the Target of Messages A trawler in dog rest falls to the last courses on the old moon, To attack its ginger from his theory of pies near tides at noon. *This is a poem where I call a dog a boat. Enough said! Is the moon pretty with candy, too?

http://www.nursery-rhymes.co/index.php/home/lyrics/the-gingerbread-man

Poem- "Oceanic Venture"

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Oceanic Venture A fulfilling of grilled veggies strikes Baja Fresh’s fancy as its promiscuous act or their favoritism of diets, lobby time in flourish between our onset of maturity and consumer responsibility. The boxed restaurant flows with several kinds of romance that are vital to customer services under certain circumstances; see also the worker adrenaline, a humorous rumor of their smart attention span that may cause confusion or a new crush with money. Such opinions of mine vary in truth, occur at certain moments in time, and are more common in language than in fashion. This excitement often spreads to my lungs and I help my parents with inhalation abuse, shorter than six feet for Spanish, meaning Baja Fresh to be taken as wanted when deciding on ravenous solutions to maintain the right amounts of healthy tastes on my boca, blood pressure in flight, replacing lost tacos such as chalupas or sammiches, or providing myself with quick nutrition that kicks all the vitamins out of orbit. Baja Fresh’s act of lots of basic foods sticking to each other is paramount to their lovely intrinsic behaviors to their peevish motives, a corny mistake on their skin appearing as informal hints of smirking cheeks, clusters of entertainment with possible edification for experienced customers, and thickened appreciation for untutored minds, especially near the checkerboard dining room and wedding fingers and curvy rows of seats. Baja Fresh’s ingredients aren’t the emulsifiers of gifts but rare spicy effects for which Baja rice and fire-grilled meats are done after an open/closed sign is implied with clear glass doors, since in my mind an exit is also an entrance. The Mexican Cuisine implies a restaurant’s intuitive ability to cook with objects that used to be biological and vessels that are art as background or comfort; Baja Fresh’s study on the insides of burritos is managed for typical retail workers to test for cashier strategies, blocked kitchens, hardened behaviors in infatuation, served packages, high voice customer information, mental love, breath stops, and dining and lobby stagnations for the employees’ impressive associations of ideas. Later, normal experiences become affected with reflection. Del Taco in California’s state capitol has warlike services compared to Ventura Baja Fresh’s brisk, easy-going sociality; not to mention, Baja Fresh is a painkilling and imagination relaxing location lived for, not to die for, managing their imbecilic nerves (really nostalgia) and some kinds of natural disorders. The Smoky Queso Fundido becomes the basic medium of spiciness for devilish burritos within the context of energetic metaphors like warm tortillas and low sauces. Baja Fresh’s 99¢ drink fad isn’t so popular, and we see their illustrations of food, and the menu is a story itself about cuisine explorations. Any defect in the chemistry of workers is handled with only the correct prejudice; that is, the romance present from intuitions, the powers of disinterest, and their immediate apprehension of the future. There’s no evil here! A small hotspot made from real emotions of the Ventura market, by East Main, the restaurant has been used in re-imagining Ventura’s local traditions and sitting around with Salsa Crema by lovers and procrastinators. *This is about my visits to a Mexican restaurant called Baja Fresh, with information on my nostalgia for Ventura City, located in Southern California with beaches. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baja_Fresh

Poem- "Finger Rain Delight"

Finger Rain Delight

Pressure in tall skies with absence of sports reveals our new moon,
After my thirsty Chinook wings in cloudburst from greasy prune.

*Try to think of those junk food commercials, then consider the images here. Or for that matter, look at the painting “Autumn Hug” by Leonid Afremov. I have poems that display abstract language in place of abstract paintings, yet they are like abstract paintings. Native Americans are interesting to me. I’m the kind of guy who looks at a name like “dreamcatcher” and imagines new language with use of such a name. Supposedly, a prune is raining over the Chinook while weather practically explodes with color. By “absence of sports”, I can mean a memorial land with no sports or America’s transcendence of capital means. I like strange poems!

**The Wikipedia photo is from YAMAMAYA. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fruits_Prunus_domestica.jpg

Poem- "Primary Impression"

Primary Impression

My luscious contract with a fresh storm is vocal love as cordial,
Page after page without needle in pine mood to swim in Virgil.

*I wanted to combine my experiences of reading Virgil and watching early night rain into one piece. I mostly go natural here. I’ve learned so much English that lots of people don’t pay attention to, yet I have to defend my art. If you aren’t willing to ever take language apart, your career as a poet is at a dead end. Also, it’s good to learn new things. My poetry isn’t homework and I wish to leave it that way. Woe is me when I find a critic who always bounces back with obvious theories. Anyways, I use phrases like “luscious contract” and “pine mood” to describe my wanderlust for flying time. Rhyming something with Virgil’s name seems like a compliment to me! “Cordial” is a phrase that’s often used in the United States to describe candy; for example, my mom says, “I have Cordial Cherries in my purse.” And why not say that a storm is fresh; couldn’t I remark on the rain as if it’s a well made sandwich? Authority in language is important, but so is creativity. “Virgil” sounds like a place to me!

**Painting by Jean-Baptiste Wicar

Poem- "Mother's Tongue on Ice"

By Elliot Moore from London, England - Shadow People, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link
Thanks Wikipedia!

Mother’s Tongue on Ice

Return by demand through a case to save

More lives on additional orders with fever,

When the sky in your blood makes kissing face

Over holiday price like one angry beaver:

Voices on her silver blow away shadows

From my visualized hat in these black horse dreams,

Thus I evict our reservation on casual voyage

By show wrapping orange box reams;

Again there’s value type to soft tail just

As electrifying cross for lights north up green,

When extended returns towards Swiss dragons

Keep time in few windows near quiet black knights seen.

*I wrote this in unison with my television, which gave me ideas.  The poem is an exaggeration of my family life because I’ve studied various kinds of Spanish literature.  I like this poem because it has new ideas that sound like old conversations.  I just get that feeling, you know?  

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow

Poem- "Nectar of the Moonshine"

Nectar of the Moonshine

A rose falls into the ocean as its French spice to moon’s energy by late storm,

When that shore cooks up heat under roaring twilight to candle my natural form.

*This is an abstract poem, but there’s more imagination than intellect here. Lots of small phrases come together in a package of language with my initiatives into being a more smooth bard. I write couplets with varying meter to illustrate my point about relationships in general: combinations must see light in order to portray the romance of someone who feels that saying many things at once is quite often not as much as saying the same thing over and over again. Of course, you may have to do research to know what a late storm is, but at least we can say that there is a storm of a burning rose that’s minimal to the extent of surprise yet alluring in its heated presentation. I think a “word” can be worth a “thousand pictures”, also. Basically, the moon is making out a warrior-like call as the beautiful storm gets more French and quite late. This poem is among the thousands of caves of wonders in my rampant mind, so keeping something pretty can be a tough job of anyone’s imagination. If you struggle at understanding the poem, I suggest that you keep the poem on your computer for ten minutes while you play lovely heavy metal like the song “Down With The Sickness”. This may sound strange, but the heavy bangs of heavy metal music, in combination with literature, can make you see the light better since the invigorating music genre can stimulate your higher senses: you’ll feel like you won’t want to read on, but then your hunger will become saturated with positive energy. This is my experience, so enjoy!

**The painting is by Pierre-Joseph Redouté.  Thank you Wikipedia!

P.S. The art picture in the link below is by a special person from Deviant Art, so I suggest a look at his or her mysterious abstractions in visual form here.

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Poem- "Galactic Weather Music"

Poem- "Galactic Weather Music"

Affected days of future regret are golden to the tune of nostalgia,

When a hole in your star keeps its candle burning against one ghost’s talalgia.

*This is an abstract poem of a remote part of space where a ghost’s foot is being healed by the fire from a dug star. Here I combine phrases from TV commercials, weather forecasts, and medical vocabulary. I tend to have huge ideas that burst in me in most every second. With my attention deficit disorder, I focus on specific materials for a long time whereas most others would ignore them with more reaction, judgment, and passivity. This poem exists only in feeling, not reality. My thinking isn’t too critical, yet my imagination isn’t too basic. Poetry is often about going between extremes. If you follow the rules close enough, you’ll end up breaking them anyway. I attended Sacramento State University where students in English Literature classes were basically passing false theories about grammar. I guess all those thousands of dollars paid to school education only allowed me to meet the correct and also the incorrect. Beware of a thinker who doesn’t have feelings. Anyways, I’ve been able to complete this poem because of my disinterest in world cultures. Thumbs up if your nostalgia is clean and ripe to perfection!

Poem- "Giant Steps of Dancing"

Giant Steps of Dancing

Doomed spies add berry forks to jingle as love birds pass charcoal near old college, Then morsels exude from the lonely when magicians use sirens in porridge. *I’m the kind of person who understands abstract paintings. My abstract poems are like abstract paintings. To imagine life while considering them, I just accept all the pictures in my head and gradually feel compassion about them throughout the years. I try to use language that makes sense of the colors yet leaves behind mystery because of the technicality of meanings to lots of teachers. The magicians may be spies or the lonely. I want to extend upon my personal interpretations of jingle bells and attached birds, so I guess ideas can exist in unison even when the holidays are dismissed as little days of awkward care. I don’t just read my poems. I’ve looked at other poets’ works and have come to realize that poets usually don’t solve problems but instead add complexity to the heat of the situations.