Angles Poems

Angles

If only angles could be calculated by degrees of truth,
Counted along perpendicularities measured by parallel reasons.

If only spheres were round,
Found amongst the globes hovering in the heavens we've named Space.

Circling nuclei like electrons to an atom, orbiting thoughtlessly around a point that never proved itself.

Heat and light suffice reason, it seems.

To be and hither thither,

Fresh Angles

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

Angles

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. 

ARTIST'S ANGLES ekphrasis

DUCHAMP URINAL

toilette
to wet

LOWRY PEOPLE

matchsticks
in pics

HOPPER URBANITY
film stills
sans frills

Angles of the Eyes

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

Angles

Looking in every direction for a way out -but caught up in all angles leading nowhere

Turning the Tables

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

Angles Of Love

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

Better Angles

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

Cathars In the Land of the Angles

In winter's cold grip
In the land of the Angles
The Good Christians came
Against their will to a trial
In a grand city
Called the Ford of the Oxen
Good will be slaughtered
By the hands of hot fire
The hands of the judge
The home's ruler was their judge
His stare was piercing
That went with flaming outbursts
And with his red hair
And the king's

A Girl With Poor Handwriting

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

Degas Dancers

** Degas Dancers **

Painted or drawn, 
Degas arrested time.
Truly
His dancers
— even those standing,
      watching the others —
Are caught in motion,
In poised postures such
That we think we can feel them
Breathing, alerting
Their limbs
To prepare for performance;
(On stage or in the studio) with
That tension,that anticipation, or
Waiting primed in stage wings
— The blue dancers,
The

Off Key

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

How Why and When

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?

The Grid Lock At Los Angles Harbor

Why are the all of the harbors of Western Europe and Asia open twenty-four hours a day? When there are not enough long longshoreman and dock workers at our LA Harbor?

Workers are being paid more money to remain at home and collect unemployment! If our people are hungry they will become desperate! And our enemies

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