Poetry: Abstractions, Upper Division Sports, and Realities


Reality is an abstract mischief
It tricks our conscience to belief

We realize the length of time
To struggle in smile and grief

World spins all along
Life is always brief.

Upper Division Sports

Kindness leaves my soul
ripe with glowing storms
that rock my world with lovely words
roaming slowly with pleasure.
They tool my mind
to love myself through the stories
that use my troubles like upper division sports.


A good life awaits me
Roads unlived are Klingon’s usurped haven
Tons of beginnings behave
Halls of shame behind me.

Roads to somewhere store my thoughts
Pleasing my mind
And opening light
To light filled balls of flame.

Some gleaming realities rise
Going before my too naughty
Important hands
That grab and make misery.

Artwork provided by Naessly’s Art Space.

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  1. Noah, I love the unexpected connections between things in your poems. I am caught off guard, in a good way, by the metaphors. Being off-balance in that way makes me feel like I am gently pushed into a dance and that makes me happy. It makes me think of the lyrics of a song that I know. All walking is falling. Falling into the next moment and the next moment is a dance. Thank you so much for this gift!

  2. Wow wow wow! So beautifully painted with your words here! Realities and heartfelt acknowledgements of a gorgeous soul.

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