The Chimes Blew Just so You could Hear a Language They Hadn't Spoken For Years of Night

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^^^ the work of Pat Buck



like my good friend pat explores the limits and parameters of photo shop and his bothers leaping abilities, I want to explore poetry on here so I firgure I will post some different types of poetry I have created. Please feel free to comment in anyway. The first is a poem i just put together today I was a bit inspired by the word ethereal. hmmm. it went through alot of transformation and eventually i just decided to ryhm.


The Ethereal Life of Esther Steel
The ethereal life of Esther SteelBegan in the morning, with a morning meal
The day was turned upside-down upon slipping on a banana peal
Dr. Robert said, “Esther Steel, are you ok? How do you feel?”
She broke her brain, but for Dr. Robbie she was head-over- heels
“I’m sorry, I’m far too old for you Ms. Steel.”
But it was too late she had already given him her heart’s full zeal
And under cover of night with the devil she struck a deal
By hook or by crook their love would be real
So she sent him love letter signed and sealed
Then went to Dr, Robert’s for an evening meal
She drank a blush wine and ate Dr. Robert with side of veal.



The second is a poem i wrote for a girl who is an engeneering major. it was over the summer it was the first poem of it's kind and the first thing in genral i had written in quite a long time. it made me happy. i hope you like it. she claimed to.... though i haven't seen her since...


Civilly Mechanical
I feel you in the nuts and bolts of me
And if you want to be mechanical about it
You leave the very hinges of my soul undone
Come in
No one ever said a sweet word to me
Without a knife to my spine soon to follow
No one has woke the ghost of my motherI asked her, “Mother, can you see that light across Peck’s Beach, to the North?”
No one owns light
And it cannot be contained by any set of four walls or three
You see, if I wanted another piece of property
In the form of a pretty faceI’d have traded my mind again
For the spoils of another less-than-honorable war
And her name would be…What use be a name for that type of woman?
At this point in my life, what name could evoke anything?
Other than yours, the one that I want to sing
What’s a future without you?Not one I’d care to begin
I scaled a bridge the other dayWhat a lofty bridge it was,
Like something you might have dreamed up
Atop I saw a sun so bright,So piercing
I could not look away
To say it reminded me of you would be no truer
Than all those pretty faces,
You my dear are less harsh than that blistering orb
But to be sure,I wanted you next to me
all the while that I burned in the sun.