A Spectrum of a State of Wonder: Poetry

By Xlibris US

From madcap dreams to somber tales of lives dissatisfied and as far out to the vast universe, only to reel back with the simple appreciation for the mundane and overlooked in The Woeful Dandelion and then getting lost in the wildly strange ride of Entropic Times in an Alley. The Poems in A Spectrum of a State of Wonder ponder many questions and cross many styles, making a myriad of observations of the nuanced world of which we inhabit. Though largely different many of these Poems all use a core inspiration, that of utter wonder of reality itself, and the Poems of A Spectrum of a State of Wonder aim to share this curiosity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499042382

Book preview

The Burning Sky

I see the sudden piercing light

Poor skin is assailed by heat

No man can withstand it no matter his might

The vicious rays always care to meet

Burning sky

watch it fly

The Foetid bodies are not the blight

Redundant tongues twist and cheat

Relief dwells in sabbat filled night

Again its heard from one fine and neat

Burning sky

Spoken lies

Colloquies pore the suns height

There is no score left to beat

Blame furtively follows the light

Men plead for less heat

Burning Sky

Oh Why?

They Cried

Sock Man’s Land

A warm room floating

Dwells within the shores

Lives a man of nylon and sand

Himself and a sock

                       His only friend is a Sock that speaks

                       His only friend is a Sock that sneaks

A smile from a Baron of Doting

Waits around him are life’s chores

Millions of eyes weave into his hand

Confesses to his sock

                       Alone he lives in the land

                       Alone he dwells within his hand

With nothing and noting

His thinking often bores

Up into homeless feet

Comfortable his Sock friend is

                       He comes he goes

                       He comes he goes, till he explodes

Shame steals his day while gloating

About his sallow mind full of lore

Strewn lies his heart forlorn and fleet

Treacherous friend, that sock

                       Laughing flesh holding desire

                       Laughing words bend him into a mire

New Malice which he’s toting

Away, away, away his thoughts tour

Asunder lays burnt pleasure

Vapid sees the Sock

                       Who hears nothing spoken

                       Who regrets being awoken

Life turns sordid and bloating

Surrounding days he ignores

Insipid nerves leave him no treasure

Goodbye to the man and his Sock

A Poem for the Driving Man

The Viciousness of man

Is that he creates plans

He dwells in his Ideas

Ignoring the obvious pleas

Speeding down the mind

leaving no time

struck is the action

forever is the moment

His future is the past

for invincibility doesn’t last

Now lays regret

he would take it all back I bet

A Midnight Soiree

The Eiderdowns often bicker amongst themselves

but seldom do they ever delve

Into the world where clouds are absolute terrors

and the cliffs are as fragile as mirrors

and they effervescently spoke

of the Girl with trees in her eyes who awoke

Into a dream as real as a Theory

that came to her while chewing a berry

but never did she leave her bed

Often because she was already dead

Lamentation

The burning light

The blinded eyes

Its bright

I soiled another soul

a life gone

hope has grown too old

Asp! asp! the children cried

the laughing curb

Today another one has died

the Pink face, the shaking tail

skin skin skin skin

the arms flail

Why, never ending

the starving circle

times’ a lending

Smothered life

shamed tears

such a mess

Another Crux

Thy face burning through the clouds

Buzzing eyes

the naked soul walks toward the shore

Help oh help the empty morals

and murderous flies

laugh and love covered with blame

the Innocent become the vapid

the sordid thrive

ever living in a land of moments

No time longer says the man

a life of waste is yours

As fake people lure the new

With the stars all gone

the poor are all

they were never even noticed

thy truculent face holds regret

seeing the mocking beauty

If only I were thy

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If you could believe

the things that I have seen

that prances in the realm of dreams

then much between us

   would be achieved

Singing Heard

Gaze into the strings of volume

and watch the noise consume

The untemper minds

follow them into a bind

Ha! they all laugh

No need to contemplate

no need to placate

Isn’t it swell that friends surround

be ready the music is abound

return to your Holes with no will

its’ time to shill

humorous now, look at you

Listen again and once more

Its time to ignore

Inane little fools, see them

No not just this, forever more

Turn and see

It’s not only them

it’s also you and me

Jaunty Escape

A perilous land holding dangerous sands.

A vista of stolen souls encased in a shell of metal.

Twists and turn through a city which always burns.

and soon we’re seen, shall we gasp?

A face of vice as if swallowed by What!

speed away into arms that sway.

Rows of hunger and an appetite of teeth.

fleece of steel, flee before we’re its’ meal

Advent of the unknown ends with the death of a clone

A chase with the hired and the hunted

Men are they? or monsters?

They wield malice as they pursue

Lacking perception leads to an endless wall

They’ve escaped through broken doors

Upon the stand views a sublime land

A vista of serene beauty greets their final eyes

They breathe lightly now

Tumble

We’ve got no one to see

we have no one to be

look at us nothing but weeds

help us please

stand while staring we plead

her and she

what about me

you’re what I need

together we are free

let us stay free

just you and me

and we’ll just be

Grown

Look little ones

Look how filthy I am

Gaze upon my splendor

Do you not see, little ones?

I may appear clean

but allow me to show you my spleen

and how to be mean

and all I have seen

It won’t wash away clean

look you little beasts

Gaze upon my perverse splendor

see me now

It will soon be you

Twisted Undercover Brain

Spinning realm around my head

I awake in this new world

covered in sweat and dread

   Ah, the days go one two three

   I watch them on a train car

   better ride on by, part you and me

My eyes curl back to my brain

Nowhere to go scrawled on the mirror inside

so why am I naked

   People twisting their tongues at me

   hey you have a future, let me lead

   My ears can’t stop hearing their wees

Tumbling through the smoke and ichor

I cry for an eiderdown to float aboard

or perhaps for a girl, just to admire

   But I awake to my burning mind

   and to a spinning world

   which only sees and wishes against the kind

The Veritable Waste

We all sit here in a mist

while avoiding flailing fist

God be praised he made us this way

but some

Reviews for A Spectrum of a State of Wonder

[kaitlyn5johnston · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I myself always appreciated Grimm's Fairy Tales when I was younger, that being said it is definitely a collection one should really be wary of when suggesting to students. The language is not always as clear as some students may need, and despite the allure of fairy tales, some students may not appreciate the darker and more graphic representations. This book is something I would suggest more for older readers, perhaps 6th and on, as the material within the stories may again put some younger readers off. However, for students who are interested in folklore and the like, this is a collection they would likely be interested in ,and enjoy seeing some of the the original versions of widely known tales.

[teampeeta254 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

My copy used to belong to my mother, who gave it to me one day when I complained about having read all my books. And now that I see what Barbie and Disney have based their princess stories off of, It makes me like them even less.

[amyrn75 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I love books of fairy tales, and this is one of my favorites.

[the1butterfly · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This is a very edition- the first 35 pages are missing and some at the end as well, and the rest are loose in places. Nonetheless, it is good reading, the stories are good, as always, and it is neat to have such an old copy. I'm not positive how many stories it has (what with the table of contents missing), but it has quite a few and they are very readable.