Field Poems

By Garrison Clifford Gibson

The field poems of Garrison Clifford Gibson written 2011-2017 were about structures and forms from society and cosmology, physics, theology and philosophy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781387184910

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Field Poems

Field Poems

Copyright

Field Poems© 2017 Garrison Clifford Gibson

All rights reserved

I.S.B.N. 978-1-387-18491-0

Poems

The Cooling Band

Yes God may have eclipsed the world

drawing into the shadow

a world gone mad

crucifying the savior

Designers of worlds’ survival

drafting poisoned air over the edge

setting an orbiting cooling screen’s

hedged investment fund

with polarity to filter heat, collect power

direct away particle beams from the light side

Something the hopes forked

between being and nothingness

something gold-ringed the world carefully

bringing light unto darkness

As the overly-hot cooled down

the cooling band encompassed the world

as they have so many times before

given critical care planets

recovery room.

My Gestalt

My Gestalt has everything just so

figures of dreams

conversations of creation

white supremists struggling

blacks with machine guns killing for Congo

drums from every continent

incessantly beating a rhythm of life

Arranged valleys and hills on the becrusted world

aged beyond the molten stage

phenomenal fields of quarks strung along

ideas of existential analysis

Moons awaiting drone probes

and 4-D print-out cities

My Gestalt has infinite parts

though the whole is greater than their sum

God with one Universal field-mind

One with three persons

and 17 trillion billion zero-dimensional points

some place where angels dance and sing

selects those He would save.

Until Time's Crunch Shaped Things Continued

Crunch-hop delay, universal contingent fate-

fate slanted down-slope to delay

each grain-sprout harvest yet contingent

with rain rationale to appear universal

that growth wouldst with spring hop

beyond death from a clod-boot crunch

That growth wouldst spring from fate

quickly beyond dimensions and time-crunch

sum things like field dreams contingent

add silence too loaded with hop

crumbling, compacting, metamorphosing each unique universal

approached recursive barriers, concentrations, edges, delay

Minds with nothing hot to delay

create and soak up ideas ‘tis fate

thermodynamic reasons unravel just the universal

shaped things continued until time’s crunch

sends them again to the hop

skip and jump of hopes contingent

Sharp blades of drying grass contingent

cut the wind without thoughtful delay

rising like a plaintive slider’s hop

at the last second of hard fate

lightning strike swings the final crunch

over a fence wall edged universal

Alien voices of maths too universal

branches rise and fall forever contingent

in sudden dimensions impacting each crunch

of time and space-lapping waves delay

motion and time frozen with forward fate

sinusoidal field shards woven into hop

Works become words too sour hop

the beauty of mass hysteria universal

deja vous sky diamonds moved fate

toward the truth once again contingent

flowing like bleeding colors with delay

she called an assassin’s light crunch

Such life and death were contingent

universal fate may also enact delay

and hop over the scheduled crunch

.

Mass Hysteria of the Medial Left

The beauty of mass hysteria

shapes Guernicuervaca all over again

like deja vous in the sky with diamonds

moving toward the truth

She calls for assassination like a dream

that glistens upon Missouri

flowing like bleeding colors

into red waters

A rose of time with the smell of death

supplanting century plants along the avienda of heroes

with fictions written like opulent ornamentation

with guarded gates and tree frogs.

Another Cold Can of Empty

Machine sprayed shining, shapes

jumping with bar codes, like

little cat feet, snapping

over red hatch-cover, cylinders

drained smooth like