sphere of power, poetic thought by George-B (©always) (the smudge and other poems)

sphere of power, poetic thought by George-B 

(the smudge and other poems)

the sphere of power was robbed of one dimension.
the reminding circle is shivering
in confusing memory
of the once well adjusted  object of perfection – idolatry-
the circle’s shadowy plane hovers – like a Frisbee thrown and caught again and again –  until  dizzy and a little thirty…

Should the circle loose yet another dimension…well,  something like
a belt
shoelace
neck tie
dead snake,
will be all that’s left,
from the sphere of power…

George-B (©always)

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A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought, ©by George-B Always (the smudge and other poems)

A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought,
by George-B

In some non mysterious yet natural way
I failed to understand the way you are,
speak,

laugh,
cry
look up toward the heavens above in search of
a sign
release
understanding
love
anything to
heal
lean on
A cotton cloud
and again understanding,
that is comprehensive,
that cleanses like
a non-acid summer rain as they used to be before…
You are so obvious, yet-yet  I always failed to give you
what you needed, to give you…
so I just gave you back you riddle and
tried to behave meanwhile as if I understood you
completely, as if I knew the puzzling cross-word by heart
as if I ace every SAT question, one and all,
a perfect one hundred percent.

(©by George-B Always)

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along the trail, poetic thought by George-B ©Always

(the smudge and other poems)

along the trail you see the joy of being free
along the trail you hear the thrills of flying free
of landing at your leisure.
Along the trail you feel the green of plants get greener
The wild mustard seedpods opening
and seed achieving goal
Along the trail you breath the natural at ease,
the fragrant exaltation of aromatic shields
Along the trail you live,
along the trail you  let live, while
coming around again and again for more.

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes) my art collection

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The poem of everything, by George-B

The poem of everything, by George-B

Poems have been written about
air, water, clouds and humus
mountains, deserts, everything that moves, and that’s been dead

loves, loves, love and lovers, and its heartaches
colors and the transparent fragrance of flowers and the air
surrounding the sea
the fantasm of the night and total exposure of days to the skin-
guiding verses to fry eggs in the dry sands, and find seashells.

poems have been written just about everything…

now the poet writes the unifying poem of all things,
the poem of all poems,
the universal poem…
quiet! let the poet write!

Theresa (poetic thought by George-B)

Theresa (poetic thought by George-B)

One day,
after falling in love 
with the most beautiful woman
I decided to praise her beauty in

a song
a poem
a portrait
a bust

I couldn’t find the tools…So
I went on praising her in my heart, rather than

on paper
in a song
on canvas
or in a clay bust in a niche…

All in my heart the love for her remains and
sometimes: in a dream.

 

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Sisyphus Dreaming, by george-b (my Poetic Thought)

Sisyphus Dreaming, by george-b

Somewhere, between a dream and a rock,  
I Am:

The dream’s  the stronger rock – the rock is talcum…
The dream’s  much easier to push uphill…
The talcum rock is sliding back into Abyss, each time

It Seems:

Will same dream come to me  tomorrow?

© 2012, poem, George-B, All rights reserved