I used to think I could see the truth,
lately that view is a bit cloudy;
Fractions of newness hold a glimmer
that unveils the clearest of blue skies;
I’m so done with basic addition
that never delivers an answer;
Absolution without confusion,
I know now that does not exist;
Dividing and then multiplying,
sounds to me like chaos theory;
Maybe the world just isn’t linear,
maybe that is why we worship prose;
All of it’s acute shards and splinters
glitter and let in some fresh angles;
Words are up for interpretation,
logic leaves no room for objection.
Angles
Eat cereal of
specified angles. They’ve given the order to because
they’ve agreed that
there’s way too many of
them about.
DUCHAMP URINAL
toilette
to wet
LOWRY PEOPLE
matchsticks
in pics
HOPPER URBANITY
film stills
sans frills
If I were on my hands and knees
I would see kindness
I would see love
I would see peace
When I am on my feet
I see animosity
I see hatred
I see greed
Looking in every direction for a way out -but caught up in all angles leading nowhere
It’s harder to bleed when blood is gone
What’s greed with the line money’s on/
Will it run up on someone’s lawn/
Or try and take from your spawn/
Then act like nothing was wrong/
The track they’re taking is long/
When that feeling is an old song/
As you’re turning the tables around/
Just gas and keep burning fables down/
Outlast and be learning angles they’ll surround/
Outcast to be free and yearn for an angels sound
Right angle is where love dwells in the East
Isosceles, when you love between the leasts
Acute is when your love is short and rough
Obtuse, when your love is more than enough...
All angles of love are great
So long as lovers give and take
Never doubt when and how love starts to break
When lovers know who gives up and shake
Sometimes obtuse
Mostly acute
Right on the money
Straight to the point—
You always appeal
To my better angles
1/6/2023
Geometric • Geodesic graphic image by Mark Toney using Canva Pro
The last two lines are a play on words from President Lincoln's first inaugural address when he took the oath of office to become the 16th President of the United States. Lincoln closed with the phrase "... the better angels of our nature." I'm just trying to be honest, Abe :)
As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles,
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street Hawker
Bearing a case with or without a locker
And around patrolling with jingles
Or she be whipped and a nearby ear tingles!
But that wasn’t The Rescue from a writing
That keeps a teacher’s eyes biting!
does it really count
if we're in the wrong line?
lousy choices get no discount
only angles which won't align
drifting off course
placing bets on the wrong horse
a singer singing out of tune
trumpet solo played on bassoon
ahead of my time
always swimming upstream
now gone well past prime
caught up in the wrong dream
expectations turn to strife
hope is unable to refresh
living someone else’s life
the gears aren’t going to mesh
spending dollars and cents
in a wasteland of digital currency
remaining in the past tense
when I should have bought a warranty
strumming a song
in the key of G
had it all wrong
the tune was in C
I turned left
when the world went right
to reality cleft
when virtuality reached its height
unpopular decision
followed by unpopular decision
trumpet solo played on bassoon
constantly out of tune
truth shall always surmount
popularity’s flash and shine
does it really count
if we're in the wrong line?
How could Bridget
Watching A midget
On one hand denied a digit
Continue to fidget?
Why would A paranoid,
Last year, with a fibroid,
Often getting her annoyed,
Now turn schizoid?
When do angles become trapezoid
And mind of soundness void?
How, why and when?
For I want Bridget ‘Now’
Taken back to ‘Then’…
Medically, right now?
OH! It is true that each time a lost soul turns his or her life
Over to the tender hearted mercies of Jesus Christ! The
heavenly angles are rejoicing! Because another priceless
Soul has been snatched from everlasting death and utter
Destruction's! And Satan has lost yet again!
And the reborn soul becomes yet another jewel in the
Crown of Jesus Christ thereby becoming another part
Of His inheritance from God the Father! Who tells
His only begotten Son well done! And Satan is crying
Bitter tears because He has lost yet another lost soul!
We are surrounded by a cloud of heavenly witness!
Both the heavenly angels and the heavenly saints
Cannot interfere with the destinies of a newly
Redeemed Soul. The heavenly angels are his/her
New amour of protection from their mutual enemy!
Along with the protective armor of God the Father,
God the Son and God the Holy Spirit! And the
Fiery darts of the enemy cannot penetrate it!
And another solider has been added in God's
Army! Hallelujah! A-Men!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 18, 2021
Angels in White
_________________
When Life Vitals are on machine
Whether in ICU or in General Ward
Role of Nurses is always Special !
She pricks needles, administers drips
Facilitates Tests, Measures pulse, B.P.
She is vital link between you and doctor
She was there when you were born
She gave you first bath
She is there any time you are hospitalised
She flanks doctors as Angels Wings
She stands guard even while you sleep
She is ever ready to attends monitors beep
Some call them as Nurse
Some call them Sisters
But to me, in whites, they are Angels
___
© Hitendra Mehta
Every picture tells a story
It all depends on the angle it's viewed from
Silver bells chime with a tinkle,
Heavenly music they sprinkle,
In rhythm with the flow of time,
With a tinkle silver bells chime.
Spreading music with each collision
Of swirling emotions an exquisite fusion,
Creating music so intrinsic,
With each collision, spreading music.
Singing sweet sweet sweeter than sweet,
These lovely bells seem to tweet,
Peace and divinity mingling,
Sweet sweet sweeter than sweet singing,
Appealing sweetly to the angles,
Clinking together like glass bangles,
Little peace naps everyone’s stealing,
To the angles sweetly appealing.
06/13/2020
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