Best Complex Poems
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12.11.2019
The Complex Math of Living
By Franklin Price
4/3/2015
The complex math of living
In this 21st Century
Is all about the numbers
Don't add up for you and me
Billions of people live on earth
Trillions of dollars spent
To cost a million of either
Would not even make a dent
Such thinking is the danger
To see just what I say
Look around the equal sign
Does not add up today
Nor do the powers want it to
For millions count as one
It's not too much to buy them
With trillions it is fun
Subtract the cost of purchasing
A people or a place
Divide and power conquers
Much of the human race
People multiply like rabbits
Power needs so few of them
Attract a small percentage
Find the ones whose wits are dim
Make promises that can't be kept
To add more to the crowd
Truth lost in presentation
When the words said very loud
Convince them all to work as one
To follow formulae
Put the blinders on them
They will follow 'til they die
If you are of the masses
Check the math of what I said
Don't follow power blindly
Don't support them 'til you're dead
I'm half-way through this one..,
and long before it becomes one,
I usually erase the
entire thing
I chose to call a poem.
But after a while, one thinks,
That like energy,
the truth radiates in spurts..
That continuity is a daydream,
That all growth is involuntary,
That not all coincidences are coincidental.
...
Like things, people too die,
and, that just like the root of a negative one,
One too, was an imaginary i.
Born out of incest of father-daughter
Semite god, hunter and a fair offspring
Women’s laments and cries to stir and blur
Festivals on me in autumn and spring
Living six months with Aphrodite unbanned
I’m the most favored man in her portal
Though am loved by many gods and mortals.
Then next six months living with Persephone
The queen of the underworld and the dead
Pomegranate in hand, very bonnie
Who seduced me, the under-aged lad
Know of “The Adonis Complex” widespread
A problem rife faced by men of all classes.
Ye, Mortals! Don’t you have our replicas?
You’ve me, Aphrodite and Persephone
I’m not god like Allah, Krishna or Christ
Pray lead me not to undeserved brawny
Forbid don’t forget, you masters of writes
Please blame me not for polygamous tryst
Bid me farewell I'm leaving earth to truce
You’ve enough Adonises to accuse.
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**The poem was posted on PS on 30-1-14**
Now
August 17, 2014
Form: Rhyme Royal
Contest: Structured Verse by Giorgio V.
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The poem was posted on PS on 30-1-14
Date: 30-1-14
Form: Rhyme Royal
Dr. Ram Mehta
sixth place win
Contest: Romanticism In Rhyme Royal by Gautami Phookan.
**There are very many versions of Adonis living with one goddess for six
months or 1/3 of
the year etc. etc.** The Adonis complex of the health issue or issue of love,
incest etc.**
Just because I’m a dirty old man
Doesn’t mean I don’t need love
Just because I have calloused hands
Doesn’t mean I don’t wear gloves
Just because I curse a lot
Doesn’t mean I don’t say prayers
Just because it doesn’t grow on top
Doesn’t mean I don’t have hair
Just because I’m always watching sports
Doesn’t mean I don’t like to go to a ballet
Just because I don’t talk too much
Doesn’t mean I’ve got nothing much to say
Just because I have two left feet
Doesn’t mean I hate to dance
Just because I don’t argue much
Doesn’t mean I can’t take a stance
Just because I didn’t call today
Doesn’t mean I don’t want another date
Just because I rarely take a chance
Doesn’t mean I can’t tempt fate
Just because I wear blue jeans
Doesn’t mean I don’t own a business suit
Just because I live modestly
Doesn’t mean I have no loot
Just because I write simple poems
Doesn’t mean I don’t like to read Voltaire
Just because I didn’t shed a tear
Doesn’t mean that I don’t care
Just because I may appear one way
Doesn’t mean that I’m that man
Get to know me just a little better
And you’ll see how complex I am
So for a laugh, I thought I would buy Mo a cockatiel
Even sent it to a speech therapist, to learn the spiel
Soon it arrived in the post, and made itself at home
Where Mo was more than happy to let it freely roam
Days passed and from the cockatiel, not one squeak
Until a day it rustled up and said to Mo, tweet tweet
. . . *o*
Had it been my expectations or was
it betrayal.
The insights withdraw insanity
climbing up with prayers
In real time when I was never real,
In hopeless nights when I was never
hopeless....
All of a sudden had the world
changed or had my devotion
The birds dint stop chirping,n sky
expanding, n I was still in motion
Motion never ceases but getting
ceased is not motion
With words that I play getting more
trapped in emotion
through the frame less windows
when they pry
Getting self sustained........they cry
I sit in state of wonder
as my mind does ponder
over thoughts
which compared to thought are fonder
than t' prefer that thoughts no longer
would linger and finger about the essence
Of reality's encompassing presence
While'st I stare through care
To do all that I may dare
To alter all to do what in our minds is fair
as we find fair left behind
and that care is lost in time
all the point is lost in rhyme
the rhyme however is not a loss of point
infact the joint of with without
means no existance without could be
with and out of sencerity
and doubt begins to fade
the truth of lie has been made
we work with what we know
to let the spirit go and see our "destiny"
to come and no winds blow
o'r our path to let world show
that arrow follows path of bow
and further will the spirit go
with than without the firing bow
and string which wrings and sings
and begins to bring the thought to action
and begins the unaction of the unthought thought
as becomes what is now not and once what was
is only thought which stays unthought and reality's reality soon will rot
to grow the truth of lies and death
and life's cycle is now at best
when all is equal, leaving end and sequal
convolutions
of cerebral gymnastics
entangled musings
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on March 7, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 9) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Fragments of crumbling dreams morph
into all the different shapes necessary,
to complete the puzzle of life.
Youth is a collage of broken bits and pieces,
fragmented memories of family;
haunting, selective recollections.
You recall a few fleeting years of happiness;
And yet, time shadows most of youth.
And suppress any suppressed stuff,
those secret scars, like the truth, are incomplete.
Can love complete an incomplete picture,
find all the missing pieces,
align the misshapen cut-outs,
and make a broken heart and soul whole?
Life is a complex puzzle;
and like all puzzles,
if you want to see the entire picture,
you need to find all the missing pieces.
If I told you I was broken would you hear the words I say
In all of the times I have spoken I’ve always said just pray
Pray for your whole family and also for your own self as well
Seems nobody can see that satan wants to take everyone to hell
Knowing not the time nor the hour you must certainly prepare
For if even one second if you cower next you’re caught in a snare
Begin to prepare before ever such, dwelling on the events to come
In so allowing the Lord to touch even a heart that’s completely numb
But you start the conversation and Jesus will certainly join in
Soon you’ll see a revelation and you might let go of some sin
Many Saints had rough starts yet they turned their life around
Yes it was about the hearts, but more about what their hearts had found
Nothing can protect you more than His great love and power
The only one who is truly poor is one stuck in their ivory tower
He is always waiting for your call to give you His eternal Salvation
So even though we all did fall that never figured into the equation
Why must life be such a complex endeavor
Always pressing in upon the seeking heart
Making every day a hard-earned victory, or
A resounding defeat, an open or closed door?
It is the middle ground we seek, the placidity
Smooth flowing pleasures that bring us joy
Calmness prevailing in times of bitter feast
Words which deliver us to peace and serenity.
At the end of every day being able to speak
Of the day gone as time well-spent, well-lived,
Words of gratitude merited by a good deed
Humility earned, not seen a sign of the weak
Expecting the best of everyone around us
The simple life embracing morality we seek.
written July 9, 2021
two opposite beings
appearance, thinking, outlook
made for each other
My thoughts of you, and yours of me,
Can be portrayed mathematically:
To sum up every complex trait
We factorize and integrate,
And add imaginary parts
To make the vectors fit our charts.
Your thoughts of me, and mine of you,
Look reckless from a polar view:
The truly knowable and real
Are overwhelmed by how we feel,
Since we forget each magnitude
Is through an unseen angle skewed.
Inferiority complex
Self-esteem too low
Holds off giant leaps of life
Shun it and you win!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak
15th September 2015