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Joe T's Pub and Billards See additional notes for poem in normal format for ease of reading. Soulful songs that celebrate the evening, while suspense aligns along the cueing, stills his eyes engorged with moment’s passion, bridling hustler’s heartbeat’ s furied fashion. As he pauses, captured by repression, thoughts reflect upon the snapshot’s session; years gone by, that matter, not, this second, summoned from emotions, beastly beckoned. Agony aside, denied by any ego, making, history of many acts bewitched thoughout his life’s sojourn in time, this man, alone, reflects a life’s sin. Never once around his owled eyes lose sight of eternal purpose in divine light emanating all around his visage, manifested as angelic drawbridge. Object orb, eyed coldly for a moment. frozen in miotic, eyeglassed view bent round his glassy occupying bridgework, challenges the knight before his eyes lurk. Onto cueball, he relies upon a steady hand that rests, reposed, beyond grey matter of belief, with God, above all,. adding His bay spices into man’s pall. The Divine will sings key, also kindly, sung , in baritone of rhythms timed to sounds amidst the pined lea , where behemoths, freed , distill the essence of God’s purpose in, throughout, exiistence. Twenty-two and adding, yeaning yearly for agape love so cherished dearly, on fair maiden, Barb or Kim, whatever ; somewhere, somehow, I will love forever. First kiss, last kiss, sealed, ironically, steps away from third Great Love’s art; Dali, with his brushes stroked across the stretching canvas of his ego, missed the etching. A belief in dreams, beneath the table top. beneath the surface of a fable, is reality exposed to others, so true meaning is revealed, my brothers. JOE T’s PUB and BILLARDS, two miles distance in a welk, beyond the moon, for instance; torment brewed in caldron once created through Kosiba, justly mediated. Woe, my soul to keep on rocky Ridges, overlapping lives, unknown, with bridges butressed by my love in gentle offer toward the guiding light of Christly coffer. But, such buts deserve not earthly mention, not without infernal soul’s contention, twenty-two years, coming, going; damn, if I’ll withdraw without this knowing. |
Additional Notes:
Well, without a doubt, this has been my most difficult challenge to date. Not that my imaged poems are popular but
they do afford me a stimulating exercise in creativity. Below is the poem in normal format. The image format is "off" a little bit due to the copy and paste, the main flaw being the right side of the pool table from the transfer, but you can get the "picture".
Soulful songs that celebrate the evening,
While suspense aligns along the cueing,
Stills his eyes engorged with moment’s passion,
Bridling hustler’s heartbeat’s furied fashion.
As he pauses, captured by repression,
Thoughts reflect upon the snapshot’s session;
Years gone by, that matter, not, this second,
Summoned from emotions, beastly beckoned.
Agony aside, denied by any
Ego, making, history of many
Acts bewitched throughout his life’s sojourn in
Time, this man, alone, reflects a life’s sin.
Never once around his owled eyes lose sight
Of eternal purpose in divine light
Emanating all around his visage,
Manifested as angelic drawbridge.
Object orb, eyed coldly for a moment.
Frozen in miotic, eyeglassed view bent
Round his glassy occupying bridgework,
Challenges the knight before his eyes lurk.
Onto cueball, he relies upon a
Steady hand that rests, reposed, beyond grey
Matter of belief, with God, above all,
Adding His bay spices into man’s pall.
The Divine will sings key, also kindly,
Sung in baritone amidst the pined lea,
Where behemoths, freed , distill the essence
Of God’s purpose in, throughout, existence.
Twenty-two and adding, yeaning yearly
For agape love so cherished dearly,
On fair maiden, Barb or Kim, whatever;
Somewhere, somehow, I will love forever.
First kiss, last kiss, sealed, ironically,
Steps away from third Great Love’s art; Dali,
With his brushes stroked across the stretching
Canvas of his ego, missed the etching.
A belief in dreams, beneath the table
Top.beneath the surface of a fable,
Is reality exposed to others,
So true meaning is revealed, my brothers.
JOE T’s PUB and BILLARDS, two miles distance
In a welk, beyond the moon, for instance;
Torment brewed in caldron once created
Through Kosiba, justly mediated.
Woe, my soul to keep on rocky ridges,
Overlapping lives, unknown, with bridges
Butressed by my love in gentle offer
Toward the guiding light of Christly coffer.
But, such buts deserve not earthly mention,
Not without infernal soul’s contention,
Twenty-two years, coming, going;
Damn, if I’ll withdraw without this knowing.
This Poem was Critiqued By: April Rose Ochinang Claessens On Date: 2003-12-05 22:06:58
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.40000
hi robert, it is indeed very challenging to do image poems. and for that, i give you a ten.awesome job.it was also challenging to read. well i tried to do it but its a good thing you made another copy of normal format.i liked the part where it said a certain man reflects on what hes been doing in the past.i may never understand why he did that in a pub over a billiards table but i guess being alone for a while did the trick.you did a good job on intertwining the subjects of love, God, and the meaning of ones life.you did it so effectively.i also liked the part where you used an allusion, i.e.,
First kiss, last kiss, sealed, ironically,
Steps away from third Great Love’s art; Dali,
With his brushes stroked across the stretching
Canvas of his ego, missed the etching.
however though, i got bothered by the line
beneath the surface of a fable,
Is reality exposed to others...
well dont get me wrong because i dont have anything against it.its just that i feel like there has been a slight error, and it might have been a typographical one. is it really "beneath the surface of the FABLE..." or "beneath the surface of the TABLE?"
also, the beginning of the words in each line are capitalized. is this your style or is it just because the computer did it for you?
but anyway, capitalized or not, you still did an awesome job.take care and God bless. april