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Poetry Engineering

Breaking mindless lines in halves,
Torturing, appeasing, and then annealing;
Sweet-smelling odor, filled with ludicrous thoughts
Like earth-movers on ground, heavily shaking;

Piles of dead-load weights pose like oil on canvas,
These pitiful, but color-filled words on putrid paper
Which beat like drums, as the wind continuously bypass
Sentiments made on high: meanings----like soul for soul's wager;

Directionless forces in rigid but poignant beams
A fitting capstone for mesmerized plumes;
Plans and details, stored blueprints for burning seams
While verses in roundabout stanzas, messages tenderly assume;

Like laying out roads in the barren wilderness,
Like playfully shifting rhymes in one's cozy bed,
Like basalt, that rock hidden within seas ----!
Poetry, yes, much like words flaunting in a laureate's stead.

In every prolonged symmetry, emotions assuage
Much like in pockets of machine-crushed stone in cement
Dipped in truth, which emboss and then made forever to ferment
Yes, these swift ideas in poetry, mind's revealing montage.

Much may have been touched by these marvels,
Like scenes from a skyscraper's kiss to the heavens
Poetry does these things, moves and capitulates like surveyor's levels;
Imbibing serenity, a fair gift for deep, lovely, insightful maidens.

An Engineer's weapon, this unfathomable, verse-filled wizardry,
Some lines declare in praise, others inflamed with damnation,
Even more in refute of their mirrored selves' profanity
Yet, after all these rubbish----I produce! Then sanity's abrupt elation…

© Copyright 2001, Gerald Aguirre Galgana.
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