Best Asymmetry Poems
Haphazardly,
Infinity and affinity mingled,
In an asymmetry imbalance.
A dishevelled universe,
Grew and shrank as fire devoured,
Yet ice sustained.
Outrages currents swirled,
Straightened, dispersed, and garnered,
Dissipated into nothing,
Only to surge again and again and again.
Until a soft soothing spirit unfurled itself,
Protracting into every nook,
Fire and ice detached their selves
Into their proper assumed place,
Light and darkness found their proper place.
How harmonious was creation now!
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Try poetry in romance to feel warmest charm.
Try poetry when pricked and pierced by passion.
Try poetry to float in silent tidal emotion,
even in tension when not to mention openly.
Try poetry in symmetry or asymmetry or in rhythmic rhyme.
Let free verse chime rolling ringing harmonizing dormant dream.
Try poetry to realize yourself enjoying creation and recreation
02/22/19
'Poetry and Me' Contest by Silent One.
The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts
We know that a star-shaped flower
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder
A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly
An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it its loveliness
Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in Imperfection
and they are a natural combination
Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all we had and glad
as if LOVE LOVE like that is not welded onto the iron of our blood
our ICHOR revealed by the metal of my worth so all stop [fragment decay]
WE_SHE_BE and been found in the lost items bin or your heart box
Where few claim what they lost except employees that skim on whims
And random kids pretending to collect those sacred scatterings adding
Us all into the folk flying all stars from three to seven points and more
Up up to eleven and 127 plus 1 and another tenner and we are TEE H EX
Kate Bush ends spell of chant sans rhyme or beat and only written tell
By me that if your analyses searches for perfect supra-asymmetry balanced
By three points like MOEBIUS STRIPS or the landscape and felons well met
By the grads and all the Parises of Helen not Troy or Sparta or Hades subjects
Troy how you fell and flowed onto us oh Troy built but no Dear John JUDY Green
WE ALL LOVE YOU THEAFANIA MI MAYOR HERMANA o ONEE CHAN WO AI NI
all ways and four eve her all believe her and such is lillith plus you LADY^4
Asymmetry is
a plump wren perched
on a thin branch
contemplating
a ripe strawberry
stilled on a table
In its serene
pose does
the wren feel
ripeness or see
the redness or
is the setting
just a pas de deux
for one
Economy of language
Rhythm and flow
Heightened stylistics
That's poetry, you know
Metaphor, simile
Allusions, imagery...
Personal vendettas ~
Unwelcome asymmetry
apologies to E. H.
"Blow, blow, ye western wind... Christ, that my love were
in my arms and in my bed again"
Once she hated it, like Hemingway's Catherine
hated rain, (I see myself dead in it). Now, she sits
in solitude at the gentle offspring that sidles,
nay, croons, around the corners of a porch. Quietude
is in its whispered wisdom, filtering insight
into occluded childhood: Northeast ogre storms that
belted the beach, blew stinging sheets of sand,
formed salt-spit scum onto bedroom windows
to blind a child who sought clarity.
Now, in lieu of sea oats, a crepe myrtle blooms
full-out. Skeletal in winter is an asymmetry she
loved, as in Ernest's "stark black sculptures"
of winter trees on walks in his Paris neighborhood,
but the blossoming myrtle lifts an abandoned nest,
its purpose a 'fait accompli", the babies flown
like her own. Beach lore did not prepare for how
spring would bring empurpled flowering cones, leafy
branches returning the beauty, the familiar music
of birthing, here, in the eighty-first summer
of her life. "Eighty-one," asks the wind?
"It's just a number..."
The myrtle undulates, rustles, speaks
of passages with leaf-language that needs
no interpreter. An assurance
of long lifetimes. Fastened as they are,
they can bend and sway, giving signs
of grace that say, we can change,
We can change
aye savor the faire genetic blueprint
extant unique to each of us
with this quite alimentary aire
including (that almighty,
bottom, cushiony, dimpled,
excretory functioning Gluteus Maximus
i.e. the tushy when bare
with subtle difference sans,
both halves at first blush,
but tucks upon closer scrutiny
obvious inexactness crystal clear
as a bell jar, asper each body electric,
whence deserved of en dear
ments despite however much junk in the trunk
behind the private
no trespassing (non verbalized)
signs posted everywhere
off limits only to a select few like this bard
attired as if from the Renaissance Faire
whose unconditional acceptance
unlike the majority hoo gawk and glare
if bipedal hominid dealt
chromosomal traits say with excessive hair
which mane of tangled strands,
could be problematic and interfere
with coaxing, finagling,
or inducing friendship with an initial jeer
from him or her averse
toward such imperfection to boot
huff lawed physical human specimen
such as this ole coot
(who haint really that old),
can upon command execute
a feigned display
and appealing as fresh field picked fruit
at this stage of ma life
donut give a rats ass, nor an owlish hoot
what other may decry about me,
cuz self acceptance doth agree
buzzing with greater confidence, esteem,
and general weaknesses such
as lack of physiognomy incongruent cee,
which asymmetry of this primate feel free
er than his pre/post pubescent
corporeal essence he
near put himself in the hand
of that grim reaper, a key
poor of lifeless beings,
and well nigh got hold da mee
when in the throes up
(vis a vis not bulimia) on Swiss side prithee
and as a solitary mwm gives no re
guard no matter others may find fault
in the stars at my lack of sim mutt tree
gnome hatter judgements made
I accept mice elf warts and all – yippee!
Symmetry of the clock,
near-symmetry of the calendar,
awkwardly near to the asymmetry
of captives who dutifully named them.
Sun, earth, moon, stars,
galaxies and clusters
and galaxies and clusters beyond,
and of them and within them
and aeons past them,
The Timekeepers. Calm and eternal.
Never to be seen or heard
and certainly never to be moved
by the irrational
and the self-destructive,
or by the rational
and the guardians of morality;
not flustered by the flux and madness
as far as we can divine.
30th January 2019
Asymmetry
Kitara
It is man and nature.
It is the ignorance and wisdom.
It is the civilised and the savage.
It is the old and the youth.
It is the good and the bad.
It is the tall and the short.
It is a man and his wife.
It is a friend and a foe.
It is the happy and the depressed.
It it the rich and the poor.
It is the positive and the negative.
It is the sun and the moon.
It is the day and the night.
It is peace and war.
It is the dirty and the clean.
It it the expensive and the cheap.
It is heaven and hell.
It is the popular and the loner.
It is the truth and the lie.
It is a smile and a frown.
It is the girl and the boy.
It is forever and never.
It is life and death.
It is you and me.
You hope that university will answer all of life’s questions, but nope.
I don’t know, 1.
There was a guy who’d been hanging around outside our residence lately. Too consistently. At first, I thought he was someone’s friend but he’s always alone. He wasn’t doing anything or bothering my roommates but that asymmetry set off my alarms.
He looked at me once (which I suppose isn’t a crime), I think, it was quick - a blink of sharp curiosity. I mentioned it to Charles who took his picture. The next morning he said the guy’s a legit student who has no criminal record, so maybe I’m all wrong.
Every girl’s encountered a creep or two before. They’re seemingly everywhere, as if mandated by law, like auto insurance. Most girls develop a sixth-sense, a creep-dar. Nowadays, creeps have a new name, “incel” ("involuntary celibate") and they’re a recognised, online subculture. Next, they’ll have a coat of arms proclaiming, “We Would if We Could.” It’s as if awkwardness, a normal human foible, has been distilled into something dangerous.
Although the campus looks like a garden or a perfectly manicured ‘stepford’ park, we joke that it’s really a locked-down, patrolled, surveilled compound, with guards, cameras and card-key access to everything. Which, I suppose, is all to the good.
Our creeper wasn’t there Friday, and he wasn’t there today, so maybe he was nothing.
I don’t know, 2.
I was in Sunny’s room. We were going shopping in a few. There was a little pink book on her bed - a diary!! I’d never seen it before and it was open, about three-quarters of the way. She too-casually moved to scoop it up, like the neglected book of a sorcerer.
My *GOSSIP-dar* Alerted like a class bell. “Hmm” I humed, head-tilted, then I laughingly lunged for the book.
Sunny’s eyes went wide for 3-billionths of a second and she snapped it up with the speed of a striking cobra, “That’s MINE” she said, rigid with seriousness.
“What’s going ON?!” I asked, but she shoved it into her night table.
Another mystery!
‘Sleeping dogs,’ I thought to myself.
DRAWING AND PAINTING
Free hand Drawing is my addiction
on lines, figures, shapes of Geometry
designing in symmetry and asymmetry,
exactly same as composing poetry
in rhymes, free verse! No restriction.
To sketch portrait, I fascinate,
taking my Idols and high personalities,
popular figure or celebrities,
Dear Ones of lovable qualities,
I try to concentrate
I love to paint Natural panorama.
as mountains, forests visited so far,
lake, brook, stream or river,
flying bird, sparkling star, blooming flower.
Each I honour as prima.
I wish to be a cartoonist
carrying easy means of relaxation
to release stress or tension.
May not worth to mention,
I am not so-called artist.
10/11/17
Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home,
Paranoia, psychosis, schizophrenia, ponder lacked lucidity, pleaching, poohing...
Haggard horrors haunt house vapid vacuous voices vision vortex brain echolalia blizzard blurred,
Tongue-tied thesis tumbling thioridazine fragmented far-fetched foolish.
Calling a crisis center schizoid living outward echoing elusive illicit improper illusions,
Covert contact, surreptitiously scrambled temporal touch twisted, crazy confusion,
Crushed stone stillness devours daylight dubious demons daring devastation temped talking back
Lurking, leering, licentious, catatonic, gloom, diabolical hostility Asymmetry alien attack,
A hebephrenic sponge spotted sapidity, created from amorphous stardust
Spiritual medium anathematizes purest spirit, holy sight scrupulousness
Highly sensitive slip-hold around ethereal auric field questing for quetiapine quiddity,
Seraphic spirit shined with cyan mystical majesty under full light lavender moon,
Quid pro quo, eugenic resile lobotomized deflated phosphorescent schizophrenia
Ignoring magnificent mind suffered puerile mental wellness, without grasp: why!
Today, let's be asymmetrical as we have never been
before
Let's listen to a music station we haven't enjoyed prior to
today
Let's eat at that restaurant our friends recommended;
we
can order some exotic dish that we never
have
Let's go enjoy that museum we've been to almost
never
Let's attend a lecture at our neighborhood library we don't go to
much
Let's pay a friendly visit to that uncle whose politics we've never
embraced
Let's put on our bathing suits and lie in the shade for a
change -
Let's volunteer at a soup kitchen and feel good about doing some
good
Let's put our creativity berets on, and write a song in 5/4
time
After that, we can join a fund-raising walk-a-thon just
for
the love of humanity! When we get home I think it would be
a
nice gesture to call customer service and say "Just sending you a verbal
hug!"
before today we
have never much embraced change -
good time for a hug!
[haibun]
written 19 Aug 2020
In my blistered ruined mind
I build odd gods, old!
They sit in irregular rows,
In a crooked cathedral ,
Like a pantheon of ornate oddities!
Each one dusty or lost, I have forgotten
Honesty…!
Cracked white china and blue filagree…
Each a stony façade,
Carved eyes hollow, staring!
Absolutely hollow and odd…
Staring like little divinities!
Sitting in irregular rows.
In a pantheon built of ancient asymmetry.
I have devised until my demise…
These are forgotten Ancient ones,
The little divinities of broken antiquity!