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B u r s u a r y P u s h P a d

seconds second
waiting the crush
intake
the crush gristle
waver
slick like a butterfly
throttle bodies
polished
torqued

down the tattered
blaze and sheets of glass
sweet winters heat
and stale storage airs
the leather belted hips
in stride
a hitch in the moment
ride

worn
weathered
with exfoliated
experience

past ship shod
realm bond in
its tactile sheen
and bare open
endeavors like
movies of tolerable
deliverance
seances of voyage
wrapped like
fingers

the edge
angular and articulated
old workings on fresh oil
and the minutes
hot and chaffed
caked

a snow scene
in the late thought
rouged with a cherry
afternoon paint
the cold burns like
an ember

exclamations
sharp as stars
and ringing in its
urgent shrill
like spurs
and pain
rolled off the
rust in rails

dragged magnificent
in its haul
the great northern
ocean of omnipotence
ignited
in the lurid waste
of a haunted beauty
barbed with its
forest dark and rippling
on the humpback
stretch of a lost horizon

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Comments

Give me a break, the title suggests an intake to a university, then descriptions of various thought processes from those that are attending this place of learning.
Other than that you have lost me completely, sometimes your poetry extends your thought process and it is hard for others to find a starting place or to join in,
Yours trying to think, Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

bursary more in thinking of institution...not just the immediate...this is poetry
not a manual on tech issues....and even some of these are poetic..

and if its tech looked for....it can mean religious function too...

push pad is old fashioned.....we use these now much and hardly
think past its name....the simplest thing would have just been
to write a title say... money all for pushing buttons
or cash for pushing my buttons

i like to push my brain..i do crosswords and love the aspects of
thought that reveal flexible innovation......the ordinary
easy that we dont even see today i love...

this is about the key entry systems to a mall
the firecode boxes on the way in and security
checks......its wealth of intelligence being protected
and of commerce and trade

or like the human heart....its not simplicty the act
of landing upon ones page or pad to doodle formulae
but of a smooth and swift sequence to open the doors
of entry

i like the things that quizz my thoughts
and i like those out here that are similar and likewise

but without the code..without the sequence
nothing

its like a thought key
thats even what poetry is like
like a magic trick at times
locksmithing and any kind of new security
system

anyway
its a complex poem
about complex processes going
on while walking through a mall
the weather outside

i like how you adressed it with
the gimme a break though
usually said in a not happy fashion
but anger
and then
sometimes your poetry extends
your thought process
which is a sly put down
hinting at stupidity

but i also know you really want to
figure it out or just say i dont get it
in your usually friendly terms

this one seems to have got to you
or perhaps it is I
maybe in a week there are such
works.....i am assured though
that there are those that are more
simplistic and meaningful
arriving..

thank you

author comment

Yep on re read my asking you to "give me a break" was a little savage but only meant in my normally inquisitive way.
I had been waiting for two weeks, for someone to ask or comment on this one, so that I could comment easily or easier than I normally could or did.
Yes your thought processes sometimes lose me, in seeing your works the wrong way.
There are a lot of not so good things going on with some of the poets that I have grown attached to, this taints my comments sometimes for which I am sorry, then there is the young Wolf whose poetry is top line but sometimes out of reach of the average readers, I love him also, I can sit with him having coffee, watching the world go by and drifting off to his thought world.
My understanding of your work is limited to my life experiences and imagination, so sometimes I get it wrong, but love the coffee.
Take care young guardian of your world, it is a hard job to do, but you will succeed,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I must thank Ian for appealing to you to throw more light on this abstract poetry and thank you for bringing to light the essence of it all through all the explanations in a style of your own. I must say it is a great lesson to an amateur like me to understand about scripting thoughts in abstract mode..

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

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