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    Field Poems
    Field Poems
    Field Poems
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    Field Poems

    By Garrison Clifford Gibson

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    The field poems of Garrison Clifford Gibson written 2011-2017 were about structures and forms from society and cosmology, physics, theology and philosophy.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateAug 23, 2017
    ISBN9781387184910
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      Book preview

      Field Poems - Garrison Clifford Gibson

      Field Poems

      Field Poems

      Copyright

      Field Poems© 2017 Garrison Clifford Gibson

      All rights reserved

      I.S.B.N. 978-1-387-18491-0

      Poems

      The Cooling Band

      Yes God may have eclipsed the world

      drawing into the shadow

      a world gone mad

      crucifying the savior

      Designers of worlds’ survival

      drafting poisoned air over the edge

      setting an orbiting cooling screen’s

      hedged investment fund

      with polarity to filter heat, collect power

      direct away particle beams from the light side

      Something the hopes forked

      between being and nothingness

      something gold-ringed the world carefully

      bringing light unto darkness

      As the overly-hot cooled down

      the cooling band encompassed the world

      as they have so many times before

      given critical care planets

      recovery room.

      My Gestalt

      My Gestalt has everything just so

      figures of dreams

      conversations of creation

      white supremists struggling

      blacks with machine guns killing for Congo

      drums from every continent

      incessantly beating a rhythm of life

      Arranged valleys and hills on the becrusted world

      aged beyond the molten stage

      phenomenal fields of quarks strung along

      ideas of existential analysis

      Moons awaiting drone probes

      and 4-D print-out cities

      My Gestalt has infinite parts

      though the whole is greater than their sum

      God with one Universal field-mind

      One with three persons

      and 17 trillion billion zero-dimensional points

      some place where angels dance and sing

      selects those He would save.

      Until Time's Crunch Shaped Things Continued

      Crunch-hop delay, universal contingent fate-

      fate slanted down-slope to delay

      each grain-sprout harvest yet contingent

      with rain rationale to appear universal

      that growth wouldst with spring hop

      beyond death from a clod-boot crunch

      That growth wouldst spring from fate

      quickly beyond dimensions and time-crunch

      sum things like field dreams contingent

      add silence too loaded with hop

      crumbling, compacting, metamorphosing each unique universal

      approached recursive barriers, concentrations, edges, delay

      Minds with nothing hot to delay

      create and soak up ideas ‘tis fate

      thermodynamic reasons unravel just the universal

      shaped things continued until time’s crunch

      sends them again to the hop

      skip and jump of hopes contingent

      Sharp blades of drying grass contingent

      cut the wind without thoughtful delay

      rising like a plaintive slider’s hop

      at the last second of hard fate

      lightning strike swings the final crunch

      over a fence wall edged universal

      Alien voices of maths too universal

      branches rise and fall forever contingent

      in sudden dimensions impacting each crunch

      of time and space-lapping waves delay

      motion and time frozen with forward fate

      sinusoidal field shards woven into hop

      Works become words too sour hop

      the beauty of mass hysteria universal

      deja vous sky diamonds moved fate

      toward the truth once again contingent

      flowing like bleeding colors with delay

      she called an assassin’s light crunch

      Such life and death were contingent

      universal fate may also enact delay

      and hop over the scheduled crunch

      .

      Mass Hysteria of the Medial Left

      The beauty of mass hysteria

      shapes Guernicuervaca all over again

      like deja vous in the sky with diamonds

      moving toward the truth

      She calls for assassination like a dream

      that glistens upon Missouri

      flowing like bleeding colors

      into red waters

      A rose of time with the smell of death

      supplanting century plants along the avienda of heroes

      with fictions written like opulent ornamentation

      with guarded gates and tree frogs.

      Another Cold Can of Empty

      Machine sprayed shining, shapes

      jumping with bar codes, like

      little cat feet, snapping

      over red hatch-cover, cylinders

      drained smooth like

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