Single Silent Drive Night Poem

I wrote this pretty much in the dark and it was hard because I could not see very well. Here it is, judge for yourselves :

The Lonely Mess Of Ness
Nes Est Ested In
Your Od Od Ody-B
Burning In Tens Of
Tensities Cities In-Im
Pure Not It It Spit Ities
Profound Iniquits Of
It Fit Not Ities
Profound It Tities
Tats Spats Smats
Smirks Quirks Jerks
Saints New/ Old Paints
Of Lone Alone Lost
Nits Want Mitts ?
Quick Fix Of Feelings
Reelings In/ Outs Of True
Gasping Loneliness Stretch Up
Etches Of Feeling Lost Lone
Lone Ranger / Stranger
Striving Arriving No Yes Not !?
Give Got You All Now One Soon
As Can Plan Flan Fly Flake Not Break !

Darkness Everywhere ...

#1b Friday night at 10:10 PM on May 23rd, 2008. Typed at midnight at home. Hope you enjoyed it. TONY

Great National Zoofari Frog Night / 3 Poems Of 4

It's been a great evening and it sure was inspiring to see all of Washington's major restaurants present and serving samplings of their foods. There was also lots of wine, and lots of Zoo displays and people from the National Zoo to talk about what they are doing at tonight's Zoofari. Here are the remaining three poems in the Morning Poems : the first in in the previous blog. Enjoy :

Save Frogs Ours
Rally Count Tally
Skins Theirs Save
Moist Keep
Not Dry Snap
Split Shrin Rin
Ink Clot Blood
Hard Ard Arden
So Rit In Brit
Ittle Stif Tif
Tifle Sti Sti
Stifle Life Frog's
Croaks Calls Mate
Help Silenced Oft
Now Often Much Too
Die Off Many
Loved Greens Browns
Yellows Skins Moist
Glist List Listen
To Cries Theirs Help
For Us In Step
Ad Add Yes Dress
Do Help Save To Too
Loved Ours
Small Frogs ...
#2 Thursday, May 15th, 2008 in the morning.

Off Zoo To Daugh
Aughter Mine With
Night This We
Go To Wine Pour
Goose Spruce
Pinot Of Oreg That
Gon Place That To
Raise Cern Con For
Note Take People
Peeps, Too Of Pligh
Plight Flight Frogs
Fewer Die They Quick
They By Light By
Vio Vio Let Late
Their Rays Light
Fate Seals Croaks
Into Squeals Ap
Ap-Those Peals
Cries Peels They
Croak Good For
Times Last Deaths
Lights Violet Rays
Skin Dried Roughed Gruffed
SealedLen Lenced
Si Sight My Oh !
#3 Thursday morning, May 15th, 2008. We didn't end up pouring wines, just saying " hello " to those pouring Spruce Goose, Oregon wines.

To This Night
Toast Glasses
Warenesses Raise
We Ours Of Og
Ogs- Fr-Fr
Frogs' Frantic
Calls Fren Ren
Rench Wren Ren
Wrenching Secours
Au Au Vite Quick
Let's Gather Yes
To Get Us Money
Ours Now To Help
To Save Those
Wonder Those
Croaking Thunders
Night's Late Mates Dates
Rounds Heard Ponds
Creeks Want Not More
Dying Un Not Nec
Not Cesary Please Cease
Stop Their Frogs Ours Dying !
#4 Thursday morning May 15th, 2008. All for the love of our world frogs write I these four poems. Enjoy. TONY

Zoofari Tonight 5/15/2008 / Save The Frogs!

     This morning I wrote four poems about the world plight of frogs dying worldwide. I'm off to Zoofari tonight at the National Zoo with my daughter. Here's one of the four, the rest to follow tomorrow.

                                            Far Far Zoo

                                            Fari Zoo Fari

                                            Night This To

                                            Straight! Raise !

                                            You Me Them Ware

                                            Aware Wareness

                                            Plight Of Ogs Ogs

                                            Fr Fr- Fright ! Frrrrr

                                            Riggin Frogs

                                            Dying Over World

                                            All ! Can't Stall

                                            Wait Not Not Want 

                                            Weather Fowl Frog

                                            Wet Skin Damp

                                            Rays Ultra Those

                                            Violet Ays-R

                                            Yes Are Off Killing

                                            Frogs Ours Skins

                                            Dry Crack Life Out

                                            Sap Zap Zap Tap

                                            Snap Dead Fall

                                            Waste Now Time None

                                            Save Frogs Ours ....

                                        

        

    

Four Tuesday May 13th,2008 Morning Poems

Each morning I write four or more poems to start the day and on Tuesdays when I write the Cleveland Park Wine & Spirits store email I include one of the four in my closing. I'm trying to include the others so that you may see the progress or change in them as I search for things that touch my life and want to write about in a much fragmented, whimsical, spur-of-the-moment way that makes the reading I hope both musical and theatrical, treacherous and smooth and confusing all at once. Here are the Four Poems for you to read and enjoy I hope :

Day Mothers Of
Bubbly Drank
Celeb Mom
First Brate Raten
Toast Icing Cake
Whole Chilada
En No Chill Just
Warm Arms Round
Armth-W Can't
Wait ! Child 'Dult-A
Matters Not
Mom's A Mom
For You There Weather
Foul Fair Is
She Ways All There
So Us You Help To
Cheer To Fete To
Plause Rounds
Give Many To
Mothers Our That
Fice That Cro Cro
Sacro That Forth They
Come To Us Come
Fort Arms Body Theirs
Fort Ours Special
#1 May 13th, 2008 written on a sunny day, hurray! The sun's out! Day after Mother's Day.

To Ucle Be
That Nuc That
Ucleus Be For
Others A Fam
An Amily A
Group Ours
Pro Yes Duced
Spruce Ruced
Poor Rich Or
Ever What
It's Ours Own Very
Quite Much Mighty
Ceived Them By
Parents Con Ours
They Us Prod Rod
Od Od Uced
Juiced Loosed
On Show Their/ Our
Display Please Dis
We Grow We Flect
Re : Them : Others : World
Ours So Be Here We
To Shine Weather Any
Grow Strong
Great
#2 Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 written on a sunny morning.

Namics New Dy
Three Not Two
Sit Side In
Not Out With
Daught Ours
Aughter Water
Drink Toast
Chill With Bubs
Those Ubbles-B
B-Glor So Up
Up Pop Op Pur
Lore Of Lores
Those These Please
Lorious Roar Roar
Va Vroom Boom
Boom Bubbles Break
Pop On Lips Tick
Ickle Smack Tongue
Swipe Smiles Pop Too
For More Dat
Deli Licious Sparkle
Me Us All Spark
Spin Grin
Stuff Liquid
Grand !
#3 Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 Written Tuesday morning as the sun and warmth began to dry the wet and damp and waterlogged town! Yeah!

Us Of Three
Fille Ours Home
School From
Likes Bubbly All
Always Sez Too
P.M. 5 Time Party
For! Time Winds
Down Die Seat Us
Lax Real Times Ours
We Toast Times Some
Boast I While
Roast Grill's Hot
Heat Smoke Rise
Smells Cooking
Dem Herbs Dat Gar
Lic Lick Split
Tongue's Tip Grow
Those Pagnes Quel
To Rest Palates Spell
In With Champs Fields
Of Liquid Gold Bubble
Oh Oh So Not
Ever 'Nough
Tongues 'Bove Round
Melt Over ...
#4 Tuesday morning, May 13th, 2008. It's a glorious morn after so much rain. Our daughter is back home and we celebrate Mother's Day as a family of four with our son. What more can we ask ? Hope you liked these four Morning Poems. TONY

Raining In May in Washington D.C.

                    The Rain It Contins

                    It Tues It Threes

                    Fours Hundreds T-Ives

                    Those Heaps Thous Those

                    Drops Dropping Millions

                    Milling Wet Misting

                    Prancing Puddles Con

                    Those Cretes Those Refs

                    Those Flections Pinging

                    Popping Hopping Up

                    Gray Skies Trees Leaves

                    Greens Buildings

                    Colors Various Reflec

                    Lecting Collecting

                    A Constant Dis A Contin

                    Play Tin Tap Slap Glass

                    Concrete Pong Of Water

                    Accenting Dotting

                    Poking Eyes " I's "  " T's "

                    Crossing Boss Bitch

                    Itching Bang Bang

                    Bang Bong Angling

                    From Limbs Cars People's

                    Building Hanging Hung

                    Great Time 

                    Mellons Popping ...

 

     written May 9th , Friday afternoon having lunch across the street at Byblos around 2 PM and being mesmerized by both rain and people all around.

                    W's In Motion

                    Walking Pants Panting

                    Pants Cheeks Ass

                    Fitting Snug Moves

                    Those Ments Meant

                    Men Dis Is Tract

                    Rac Rack Racting

                    Frac Rac Acture

                    Mind's Aperture OH Open !

                    Pun Unc Uncture

                    Turing Turning

                    Heads Beds Wanting

                    Towering Power

                    Rung Ran Run Flung

                    Slung Walking

                    W's Slapping Me

                    Just Please Once

                    Twice Cover ...

                    On Face ...

                    Descent Perch

                    Perfume Yours Share

                    Me It With Now 

                    Suf Yes

                    Uf Uf Me Fo Focate

                    Kill Clear

                    Heaven's Gate !

     written same time Friday, May 9th 2008 over across the street having lunch wand watching the walkers by ... enjoying their retreat as they pass by and away from me perhaps never to be seen again by me.

Beautiful Weather Sprung Spring True Ring Poems

     Here are the three poems that I could not put on the store email ( because of time and space ) that I just sent. Hope you like them. Please comment if you'd like.

                                          World Of On Top

                                          By Or Close To

                                          I Swell I Swoon

                                          I Gonfle I Balloon

                                          With Ride The Pride And

                                          I High Hi High Five

                                          Before Close Mine

                                          Eyes Dive Grip Death

                                          Fear Hold Hands

                                          At Bay I Say

                                          To Ground We Fly

                                          Fall Free Front Rontal

                                          Montal Ache Be Nay Nay Ached

                                          Adorned Not Un Un

                                          Sun Hard Skin Hit Mine

                                          Hairs Arms Burn Roast

                                          Adieu Out With Go Further

                                          We I You Us Toast

                                          Silent In Brain Mine

                                          Boast Bask Brim Break 

                                          Not No No No No No

                                          Dictate Rehabilitate

                                          Mate ....

     This was the first written of the Four Poems 

                                          Blog Log Ogging Ogling

                                          More Thoughts Tum

                                          They Rum Umble

                                          In My Brain My Tum

                                          To tumble Stumble

                                          I They 'Tain Con

                                          Not Can't Them In

                                          Keep My Sides Must

                                          Speak Must Break

                                          Out Out You And You

                                          With Purpose Yes

                                          Meanings What Which

                                          Ever Just Now In

                                          This Instance Stance This

                                          Cry Word Cry Make

                                          Letters Weep Brain

                                          My Tissues Seep

                                          In Head Birds Go Cheep

                                          Cheep They Me To Call

                                          They Sum Of Parts Theirs

                                          Climb Out Windows Up Stairs

                                          I Smile Said Have Halving

                                          Prayers I Bless Feel More

                                          Not Ever Gain

                                          Conceal

                                          Again ..

     This is #2 Poem of Four

                                          The Road To Nirv

                                          Va Va Vana To Too Cab

                                          Take Me It Me Take

                                          For Mine Sake Own

                                          Less No Self Elfish

                                          I Go Fish Posh Pish

                                          I Up Me Serve

                                          Plate Propose Mate Us ?

                                          Which Dish Which

                                          Fruit Tony Flakes Tiger

                                          Grrrrrr

                                          The Froasted ? Name Nice

                                          As Child Chums Us

                                          I'm You're GREEEEAAAAATTTTTT !

                                          They Are Son Daught

                                          Aughter Far Flung Go

                                          Fling Ring Friend Up

                                          Doc What Up Is ?

                                          This Road Yours Ours Of

                                          It Go Where Flows

                                          With Passion Con Props

                                          Those Delectable

                                          Propinas Falanghinas White

                                          Minerl Citrus So Suvius

                                          Ves Ills-H Owl-H !

     This is #3 of Four Morning Poems

                                          Drink Gas as

                                          Cogne White

                                          That Bard That Col

                                          Lom Lom Blanc Bard

                                          It Was Oui Itchin-B

                                          Bold Brash

                                          Broad Up Brimmed

                                          Me It Rimmed

                                          Sloshed Slashed

                                          Tastes Tongues Tied

                                          Me Made Hello Bade

                                          Bathed Cried Bid

                                          It's Crash It's Course

                                          Power 50 Horse

                                          Up Climb Wine's Tower

                                          Vistas Vision Vast

                                          At Mast Full Fly Scream

                                          Cry Or Die !!

     #4 poem of four , thinking of last night's TARIQUET Gascogne dry French white made from Colombard and Ugni blanc grapes.

     Hope you liked the flow of these four related/unrelated/ filtered through me poems.

             

 

Trans Anting Panting Plants

This is my first Poetry Blog : Here Goes Nothing !


Trans I'm Plant Ants Too
Moving Yes Dis Dissing In
As Locating Re! Re! Reaping
Bounty Of Old Plants' Growth
New To Places Closer See Easy
Easier For Eyes Ours See
Bounty Nature's Us Me They
Flount Flaun Flim Founty
Treasures Theirs Ours Borrow
While For Minutes Secs
We They Gathered Some Bits Have
To Up Down Gaze On Them
Pleasing Pleasures Plastics Not
Real Plants They Trig Rigger
Us From In Out Sides Ours
Motions To E-Mote Move Motions
Oceans Colors Shades
Those Swooping Cons Of Trasts
Those Be WOW ' Mazed Crazed
Even Some Us Dazed Dazz Azzled
Led By Color To Text That Texture
We Live Live Alive NOW EVER MOMENT
This Carry Memory Ours Cher Cher Erish
Per Haps For Not Ever But
Periods Long We Take
We Paths Make We
Wonder Wander
Piddle
Ponder
Look! Here !
No!
Yonder !

Hope you liked it : fresh off the Mind's Mined Press ,

TONY