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    Bathysphere
    Bathysphere
    Bathysphere
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    Bathysphere

    By George Pestana

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    This volume includes 60 poems for thinkers. Many types of poems are included - philosophical, deep, whimsical, humorous, and erudite, with a whiff of the surreal. This is the author's third volume of poetry to be published.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGeorge Pestana
    Release dateJul 5, 2020
    ISBN9780463036389
    Bathysphere
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    George Pestana

    George Pestana (a.k.a. "OddWritings") publishes his poetry in both traditional forms - eBooks and print books - as well as in the form of digital collectibles. See his website for an up-to-date listing of publications.

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      Bathysphere - George Pestana

      Aiming Inward

      beagle borne

      is the regal flea.

      peering down in scorn

      at the lowly

      dust-mite

      and his dust-smitten

      progeny,

      he carries on

      or is carried,

      i should say,

      in his most peculiar way.

      bitten by

      of kings

      and bitten by regret

      he aims for

      higher things;

      perhaps that parrot

      balanced on the

      admiral

      whose bugle blares -

      his frugal airs

      belying

      his nobility;

      although, admittedly

      he's most unfit

      for taking part

      in hunting fox.

      yet,

      all in sport.

      in glass retort

      the doctors of the mind

      consort.

      a harried sort,

      these harriers

      and eager scottish terriers.

      they aim

      for game

      of lower grade.

      why do they seek

      such meager prize?

      perhaps to patronize

      their so-called

      masters -

      hunters

      of a hunted class.

      in glass retort

      the doctors of the mind

      consort.

      what are they

      to find

      when all is said and done?

      the final blast

      reveals

      the fox concealed

      the rabbits run

      while i,

      in leaping from my host

      will land a higher post,

      my carrier

      just as blind.

      in glass retort

      the doctors of the mind

      consort.

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      Beholden

      cats walk

      in disproportionate

      silhouette

      casting shadows

      too much like

      themselves.

      they hold forth

      yet cannot

      strike a pose.

      cats sleep

      in sunlight deep.

      they cannot

      help themselves.

      it holds them

      like a memory

      which moulds them

      still.

      cats caress

      with their eyes

      and cradle

      your heart

      thereby.

      consoling

      with their souls

      they hold you

      as kindred.

      cats are cataracts

      of kindness

      overflowing

      in their fold.

      behold.

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      Bounds

      journeys spent

      on inward days

      our soporific

      senses

      somewhat register

      in-tenses present

      (not-so-present tension)

      in definite

      pretension.

      oh! think we

      so highly strung

      to be the network

      of the sky?

      haughtiness.

      attorneys try

      in not-untoward ways

      the unsolicited

      to forward on

      to wardens

      mending-minded.

      they would

      bind us to the earth

      lest we burn with

      stolen fire

      and so guard us

      sending waxen wings

      now not-so-waxen

      to the penitentiary

      cleaners (of the penitent).

      oh! are we not sorry

      mixing mythic

      metaphoric creatures

      blending gold

      with iron pyrite

      into lead

      with which we fill

      our heads

      and slake our thirst?

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      Bridge of Quiet

      there is a bridge

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