An Impossible Task

An Impossible Task

EASYGOING
Nonproliferation: Stagnant pond.
Oleander is bitter the title tells us.
Avoidance was a popular pizza ad.
Customary Christmas gifts, it will
happen soon, but now it is Oct.

TO EAT
Lost in thought.  All I have is this.
Exception said “I was fine.”
Excessive adornment: Your style.
Conserve this space, where you
happily belong.  I say let me be.
Outmaneuver me in your driving.
Loser, you won me, but I lost.

EATABLE
Await your dinner at the diner.
Conspirators are stock characters.
Hitchhikers are stock characters.
Imprecation. I don’t know about it.
Lordly and unserious me. When

EATEN
Awards seem to loose meaning.
Custom would have us starched,
Hard labor would have us done.
Unreasonable expectations:
Loss of feeling as a result.

ABACK

ABACUS
Confessor of counting, align, keep.
Harass an unfair swindler,
Entreaty a poor beggar woman.
Salutatory vampires await.
Buzzwords are ecstatic and make
Oases look like palm tree isles. 
Narration looked for Robinson;
Impoverishment looked for tees.
Yardsticks I made a table of you.
Avowals I wanted a wedding. 

ABANDON
Happiness is to make fashion it. 
Impoverish me only a little. I like
Thoroughness. No one minds
Pre-shrunk cotton but quilters.
Avow that we want eternal youth.
Recoil from snakes and charmers.
Convolution is really what makes
unqualified applicants gracious.
Thither is a reason.  I need words.

Recollection hounds us daily.
Inchoate cave dwellers, Meno.
Gruff billy goats guard bridges.
Salvo is a salute, not taps though.
Harangue me, say anything why
Impracticability is like your lace,
Thorn in your side, I love thorns.

TO ABANDON

Loss leaders in the fish trade: coy.
Isolationists could be looking for
Nondescript friends, we just keep
Thunderstruck love hidden away,
Omission of one aspect of life.
Salamanders, contrary to popular
Hardheadedness, die in flames.

ABANDONED

Nosebleeds jocks had,
Aware of loss and gain:
Thumbtacks on a bulletin board.
Unquiet nights of shock; not
Salami.  I doubt I’ll buy it, this
Hard of hearing meat, old man.

ABANDONMENT

No my grandfather held up ham to
Ear.  He had a slice of it.  Lamplight
Trickled through it, this pink meat.
Imprecise meaning except physics.
Suddenly, I love and am curious.
Hardened but not experience.
Awareness of what one has seen.

TO ABASE

Love me okay, you said it.  I say
Even now I am eighteen and draw
Hard lines with paint brushes; hide
Away love for a rainy day; church
Salvaging dignity and sparseness.
Hardliners bring stability, change
Present in slight gradation.
Impregnability due to surgery or
Lack of food.  What else?

ABASEMENT

Hard luck is mine like this hour.
Awe of video games entertaining
Salespersons and my son for hours
Hardly could you go back in time.
Present your consciousness with
awesome reality. Cherish refusal.
Love what there is to love but be
Awestruck only as occasion allows.

TO ABASH

Love is what I want to think about
Every day.  She had the best of the
Hardy annuals, so vibrant, young.
Allowed to be young and in love,
Vines were what I wanted before.
Impresario, who shall I worship?
Cringe in the sight of this visage.
Hares are faster.  We are snails.

ABASHED

Now the youth thrive again, again.
Awry, I can take those she planted
Vines and I wanted to do that, but
Olga beat me to it.  Today what
Calls did I answer? Dropped calls.
Harebrained schemes of nice men.

TO ABATE

Love.  Love this home, the
Earnest man that is not here. You
hardly ever talk to me, and wait
awhile you’ll notice he never will.
Call me you will: our sweet voices.
Hardness is not a virtue, patience
Lollygags with stationary drollness.
Impregnable humdrum gray light
Salesmanship, I see best buy.
Hard-nosed kowtow

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good use of thoughts and words. Jack London would enjoy the poem. You danced on many subjects and open the door to thoughts and reaction.
Love is what I want to think about
"Every day. She had the best of the
Hardy annuals, so vibrant, young.
Allowed to be young and in love,
Vines were what I wanted before.
Impresario, who shall I worship?
Cringe in the sight of this visage.
Hares are faster. We are snails."
The above lines stood out for me. Good questions birth from good poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Chadvonswan]

I love the spontaneous writing, and all the WORDS!!... Im glad you dont write traditional poetry (lame) like every other idiot. How do you write? Do you think about it or do you just let yourself bleed?

[Laura Lynn]

In this particular use of spare tire, I employed these precious drops of water, blood, and oil to make myself consider each word taken from a cross language dictionary, in this case I can keep the mind better concerned with a variety of images and break free from obsessions. Today, I have decided to devote if I can manage it one hour to memorizing the sounds of a different language and memorizing the meanings, then when I can bear it no longer only then return to for me what is the blank slate English

[Laura Lynn]

but sometimes I run out of time for it, though I wish I did not because it makes me feel better about life right now, as though it were something I needed to do even though I don't need to do it, it makes me feel great to hear that you like my untraditional take here, but I guess you don't mean that in a total sense, for at it's basic root there is no poetry that is not what it is in it's essence, and by the above "poem" or writing here, it is only getting at the origins of whatever poetry was or language has ever been and our reasons for it, I hope you will/would agree, but I don't mind if you don't agree