Pictures
& Poems #10
Sef alias -//\\- has made some
wonderful poems to some of my pictures.
Here's a
collection.
Déjà vu
by Lars
There's a little deja vu;
Off in the distance
Outside the door
Something very familiar
Like a sound heard before
Could be a bird in a tree;
Not like a pinecone,
Or a pear broke free,
Nor thunder nor jet-
It's too melodious, and yet
No one knows for sure
What's outside the door
Nor if what's happening now
Did or did not happen before..
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Demons of the Night
by Lars
If these upturned roots all alight
Reaching for moonbeams in the night
Are demons as you have them named
Then I think demons as some have claimed
Cannot be grotesquely ugly and all deformed
Nor could they be evil, nor devil-warmed...
NO!
Why these up-turned roots look
good enough to eat, in fact.
Go out there tonight please and break
off a few tender shoots,
Sprinkle them on your dinner salad,
AND SEE!
If they are indeed Demons of the Night
Or if Earth has made a Tasty Delight!
-//\\-
I'm no Squarehead
by Lars
A computer squarehead who studies
computer science ate a potato, then
painted a desktop background behind
his MY COMPUTER icon and installed
the picture in his background.
He clicked like crazy, deleting all the
rounded off corners when he saw his
life pop-up looking all squareheaded and
measured off neatly into little green windows.
His every chip was squared off and connected
to his hacked out brain which was
registered with Dr. Puddles' name in it.
Squaring off squarely was the only way he could
navigate and explore all the circles, ess-curves and
wavy waves at the same time.
He got all bumfuzzled and lost when
he tried to blow up a bunch of soap bubbles and the
old popping up a window kept popping up saying the
program was not responding, so he shut down,
restarted his windows and logged into a shadowy place
where since time immemorial he's never tried to log out again.
The shadow-of-his-shadow became his only server from
that day forward.
No need to search google for the squarehead, nor to
roam scandinavian forests, nor german beerhalls, cause
he's inextricably linked link by link to his homepage and all
his software, scanning his life, being infected by one virus after
another, turning greener and greener as the moss grows
furrier and furrier on the square roots of his old
SquareHead!
HAHHAAHAAAAAhahahahahahahah
-//\\-
Spiders from the Sky
by Lars
Not caring about a meter's call,
Nor if a rhyme happens to fall,
A poem's not a poem not at all,
_To a spider writer on the wall.
-//\\-
Another Paradise Island
by Lars
See a little hut perching on
this little island in the
middle of this lake;
It's back a little way from
the water's edge.
Walk the winding path daily,
Dip the lake's
clean, clear water
and drink.
Look at these
long-limbed willow trees;
Sit beneath them
in the moonlight.
Sometime stay all night,
When the moon is bright
and full of light.
...
-//\\-
September Starrr
by Lars
No it's not september,
It's the end of May
but if you look up tonight at
the sky, you'll see another
September Starr.
But of course that
will depend upon
Where You ARe!
~ ~ ~
Yes it's September again
How many's gone by now?
A hundred?
Bazillions?
Ten? Fifty? even more?
Or Less?
Any at all?
The sun rises; the sun sets.
See?
There's an old river
And another new moon
There's the silent sound of snow
There's a lot of green trees
And flowers left over from summer
But soon the green will go
September the word is just a word
Different for everyone
But September the September
Is This! It's September!
-//\\-
Reflections
by Lars
Today is my day
This particular day was
made for me only.
Only for me.
So I will watch people work,
Go down to the pond and
Gaze at the reflections,
Look up into, and all around
The treetops,
Watch the sunshine turn all the tall
Pines' needles into glittering
Iciness,
And all day long today, I will
Follow my nose around...
Wherever my nose goes,
I goes...
-//\\-
Reflections
by Lars
Time will break the mirror.
Reality will fall broken to the ground,
but reflections will still be found
reflecting a million shattered shards.
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Reflections
by Lars
Then in its integration,
time could forever
freeze in place.
Therefore all its reflections
forever be sealed.
Lest someone
slice invisibly tiny
cross-sections so that
its secrets are
Revealed.
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Reflections
by Lars
Magnificent Mind
Moving eternally,
Forever changing,
Illustrating itself
Froming formless forms
Making myriads of reflections in
Endless perspectives.
-//\\-
Reflections
by Lars
All those green trees reflecting green,
wearing robins in their hair,
little creatures rustling leaves in there
among the denseness of green the
greenest green ever seen, little things
moving, nothing ever seen when it's
spring the brand new green is greener
than green so that it's no wonder watery
glass mirrors more than any mirror did before.
There's an old log in the lake
It used to be a tall, green growing
tree until one day it fell over,
toppling with hardly a
splash at all into the water.
Now, off and on all day long,
One turtle or another will crawl
up onto that old log and
just sit there for a while.
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The Tree that Refuses to Die
by Lars
That tree is so very beautiful__
there with it's bosom friends,
a fern, some moss,
and grassy growings too.
That tree lying there in
the edge of the lake.
Almost gone.
Refusing to die.
Nobody knows why.
It's new branches growing up to be
A lovely and limber new tupelo tree.
A tree with it's roots searching down deep
into and being nourished by it's own long sleep
Slowly but surely,
One will disappear
One will be gone
Another will be here.
---ooOoo---
It's not a tupelo
It's a beech
One they planted way off Over
There
Probably "they" in this case were
Birds. Or Bees. Or wait a
minute. Most likely the wind.
Yes that's it.
This tree that refuses to die
Must've been planted by the wind.
It'll be there forever.
Or at least until the cows come home.
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