Best Bisect Poems

~a sea gull’s swift flight
      over waves, shadow as kite 
         last catch before night 

~choppy waves reflect
      birds of sea by light inspect
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Written February 22, 2017


Motivation keeps us dream chasing
Those thoughts that you hold dear to your heart
Until the world falls apart from me missing you
These thoughts of you keep me holding onto
This abstract feeling called love
Now paint a pointillist on a rawhide canvas
On a Native American...

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No Excuses

In the midst of the present, 
No excuses. 
Fell down, got up 
Then flight 
But the bruises ache
 As I turn the pages 
To move on, discern 
As one of lifes excuses.   

Practice, appease, try to please 
Yet I failed, Time and...

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Pythagoras was a mathematician.
He taught mathematics in ancient Greece.
He created a now-famous theorem.
You can bisect a rectangle or square.
Draw a line between opposite corners.
This will result in two right triangles.
The two sides opposite each right angle
are commonly called a “hypotenuse“.
The sum of the squares...

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Just as fire is a good slave but a bad master, our power to reason, analyse and discern is both liberating as well as confining. Relying upon experience, memory and vicarious knowing, thoughts as deductive intelligence, that dissect and bisect are useful only for functioning...

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Lessons in the Sky

Contrails streak across the sky like
Chalk lines on an azure board.
Some are parallel and some bisect
Forming angles that are supplementary,
And others that are opposite.

He used jets to make white lines,
And taught a lesson in the sky....

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If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?

A pain-free god’s what...

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The main crossroads 
Of life, cars speed    
Noisily by headed 
For the intersection
Carefree or troubled
Times brings a sigh
Life's highway can
 Reject, bisect, inspect, reflect, each direction
Set your affections upon things above, my son
Then the major highway will head to the right
The road...

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Over the boundary inside this continent
There lived a poet where our holy lands meet
I did not see her picture yet I am led to imagine
By reading out her lovely executed poems
That she must be very smart and unbelievably cute
She has a knack to do a...

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Roses unfolding the redness inside me

Swathed my heart…my entirety

These petals slowly uncovering with glee

Trying to unveil the veracity.

Peeling the deepness…

Unraveling the emptiness….

Grip the stem of this forlorn petal

Sip all its sweet nectar…

Its yours.

Its yours to keep.

Its yours to cherish..

It’s yours to relish…

Open your heart 

Glance...

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Beside the placid waters of the Rhone
A classical village rises to meet the sky,
The magnificent steeple an inverted cone
Hoists a Saint Anthony’s cross to passersby.

The placid waters of the Rhone reflect
Tightly crowded flats along the banks
While gondola-like barges quietly bisect,
Creep behind a steamer in solemn...

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All night the blush and cooling,
the rush of making love again,
nightlight pouring its milk
across the bed
and later eating strawberries in the dark:
their red flesh so bright
they flash in the mouth
when with each bite the teeth
bisect one to its inside white star-
shape.

The moon going down pales
the...

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All night the blush and cooling,
the rush of making love again,
night light pouring its milk
across the bed
and later eating strawberries in the dark:
their red flesh so bright
they flash in the mouth
when with each bite the teeth 
bisect one to its inside white star-shape.

The moon going...

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BRITAIN'S DIVORCE

Brexit?
Well exit!
Don’t bisect,
And dissect it!
Don’t retell and retell it,
As we kind of expect it!
Are you trying to perhaps 
Protect it?
Please make a decision,
So we can respect it!...

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We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of...

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