Wrought Around The Circle Of LOVE

Elastic plastic spokes rebound to turn cycles
Tuning forks balanced ahead ring phones
Chimes revolve round a Tallmadge Circle
Compass veins arteries, dew evolve to and fro.

Roulette centered wheel, communal concourse
Tick the tocks - Too Bee - Tallmadge HeART relevant
That those as I’s, enter the eternal circle’s journey
Only at some time, to depart complacent, or dejected.  

Placemat complete journey, To Be, what could have been real
Haunted be insides, what are naught’s oT bE, tied so stillborn
As wrinkles wear weather worn, under sagging I’s pot bellies.
We eat, drink, sleep, and walk around encircled preset routines.

Tallmadge Circle, let me write your enlightened elicit spokes
Let thy HeART of Ohio, create this spry American HeArtMosphere
Poet Tree, which revolves this world around wry word mysticism
Does knot the bark of the Tree, aloud Knowledge - Bee Crown jewels.

Who is this gnat, naught to be, who persists against human stiff monuments
Stepping stone Tallmadge Grad moving forward adrift rising Grave’s onslaught Tide
Will thou make it around a few more yearning years, allowed to mentor Poet Seeds
Wilt thee sub come to be die trumped; Arise trombone troubadour Tallmadge Band.

But then, this weathered worn out $100 Bill - Ben Franklin Tallmadge Graduate
Poet of American HeArtMosphere knows, the Lair of Liars ALWAYS WINS in Hatred
But the Bard Warriors will always be there - to go Around The Circle Of LOVE.

Note: Just ignore, I use Poetry to vent and dream, in what could Bee -
Universal Understanding Misunderstanding -
Understanding.



Wrought Around The Circle Of LOVE

Elastic plastic
spokes rebound
to turn cycles
Tuning forks
balanced ahead
ring phones
Chimes revolve round
a Tallmadge Circle
Compass veins arteries
dew evolve to and fro.

Roulette centered wheel
communal concourse
Tick the tocks -
Too Bee -
Tallmadge HeART relevant
That those as I’s
enter the eternal
circle’s journey
Only at some time
to depart complacent
or dejected.  

Placemat
complete journey
To Be
what could have
been real
Haunted be insides
what are naught’s
oT bE
tied so stillborn
As wrinkles wear
weather worn
under sagging I’s
pot bellies.
We eat, drink
sleep, and walk
around encircled
preset routines.

Tallmadge Circle
let me write
your enlightened
elicit spokes
Let thy HeART of Ohio
create this spry
American HeArtMosphere
Poet Tree
which revolves this world
around wry word mysticism
Does knot the bark
of the Tree
Bee Crown jewels.

Who is this gnat
naught to be
who persists against
human stiff monuments
Stepping stone
Tallmadge Grad
moving forward
adrift rising Grave’s
onslaught Tide
Will thou make
it around a few more
yearning years
allowed to mentor
Poet Seeds
Wilt thee sub come
to be die trumped;
Arise trombone troubadour -
Tallmadge Band.

But then
this weathered worn out
$100 Bill - Ben Franklin
Tallmadge Graduate
Poet of
American HeArtMosphere knows
the Lair of Liars
ALWAYS WINS in Hatred
But the Bard Warriors
will always be there -
to go
Around The Circle Of LOVE.

Note: Just ignore,
I use Poetry to vent and dream
in what could Bee -
Universal Understanding
Misunderstanding -
Understanding.