Best Coordinates Poems
Cooling off in falling months, approaching dusk.
Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque.
Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough,
as the wind whoops on a weeping willow.
The sky blue sheets aired out on the clothesline.
Coordinates of beauty in her decline.
Cooties shots on the medical menu…sigh.
Cooperation of dirge, the woe-filled cry.
Co-occurence of life and absence of fog
on the handheld mirror, down by the bog.
Cookout of fried boughs and its vestment.
This particular parish was not a good investment.
Autumn’s turning down the soil - leaves
storm in turmoil, slowing down what it believes.
The coos of despair…her ring rolls off finger.
Her dreams of love no longer linger.
Cool when Autumn clashes with Winter
and the clash of letters are placed by printer.
The clouds are snow white, they get the scoop.
Doves cry and hover - eyes droop.
Categories:
coordinates, death, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
My Pilot Light
In a hidden crevice
between soul and skin,
there is a flicker,
a tangerine flame
blazing through black abyss;
illuminating infinite veins of strength
that light like gun powder;
a thousand volts of survival
searing through my core.
There is a whisper in that flame,
ripples beyond discernible sound,
that directs me to take solace
in the unwavering knowledge
that my dreams are already realized,
waiting on life’s top shelf;
I have only to climb up and see
that they were never out of reach,
only temporarily out of sight.
I know this more securely
than I can be sure of anything else:
love, marriage, children,
are rolls of a roulette dice
that tumble around in a risky blur
chancing to settle on snake eyes,
but desire, aspiration, ambition and execution
are coordinates on my internal map
and I will never lose direction.
Spin all the cobwebs of doubt
that you believe can trap my will,
but what I have you can’t touch
or break, or steal, or burn out;
such is the radiance
of my inextinguishable flame
burning on a wick of passion,
feeding on a fuel of might,
and guaranteed to burn the hand
that comes too close
to touching
my pilot light.
Categories:
coordinates, inspirational, introspection
Form:
Verse
flight
mission controls
checked and bound
for another blackhole
engines prepped and fired up
as eyes of wonder begin to shut
cloud-shaped sheep are hopping fences
numbering each as countdown commences
Announcement: Houston, we have a go!
Launch - the coordinates passing Star Nebula row - G-force
floating - flying through infinity outside my window - gloating
Warp speed in time not throughout space
collect all data to save the human race!!!
A concrete plan within this willowy plane
circling freely through the twirling stains
I will miss deep space when I land again.
Entering the atmosphere
where music appears
beep
beep
beep
beep
4/26/2018
concrete contest
Categories:
coordinates, dream, imagery, imagination, innocence,
Form:
Concrete
She was on the rebound
high on freedom's speed
our coordinates collided
in a silver speck of time
we dumped our seeds
upon a neon galaxie
but nothing ever blooms
on that starry autobahn
I was just a speed bump,
to her leather studded charm.
Categories:
coordinates, lust,
Form:
Free verse
Illumination of the Heavens
How did that ever happen to me?
I was far from deserving it.
We two human stars were precisely
placed in the exact coordinates,
Most likely, by God's divination.
I saw you, one glance was enough for me,
I, so unknowingly, would become part
of a breathtaking, family tree.
With roots that spiral to the earth's core.
Our hearts' forever blessed, the more.
Oh, and how very yes, our hearts
with gratitude reach,
Higher and higher to marvelously see
and touch., the breathless
Illuminations of the Heavens!
Panagiota Romios
3/26/2019
Categories:
coordinates, allusion, love,
Form:
Rhyme
already naked
estimating time
of arrival suggest
coordinates for my
backyard positioning of
my uncoordinated body
leaving a bit of flexibility
in case of a need for any
slight rearrangements i
might need to make in
deed because this is
poetics not rocket
science and in
fact it's a
landing
not a
launch
i see her
here she
comes
right
there yet
they say
they all
look
the same
but to know
her is to love
her so i know
even though
it's the first
snow of
the year
it's clear
in this
stormy
sky that
that is her
that i see
falling
and that
though she has never
seen one she has all
this time been one
as we all are if we
agree to see our
selves as such
but she may not know
since never seeing
snow that each
flake is never
the same so
each is an
individual
so now standing
all this time still out
standing running down
my check list
naked
backyard
craning neck
outstretched arms
frozen so
statuesque
swooning like
a swan
an ice sculpture
needing just
one small
fixture
my bay
door
mouth
opens
and out
comes
my tongue as far as i can extend
it
sticking out as
a landing strip
for her
star ship
body bound
delicate now
a snowflake
which after
all this
time
she
melts
in my
mouth
Categories:
coordinates, muse,
Form:
The days pass in a haze of ignorance
Even your closest friend may leave to follow sheep
I could spend years trying to give this topic proper cited coordinates.
But does the new generation know the Dewey decimal system
Or would they look to the sky and a modern carl Sagan to point out the Dewey constellation
In a time of resurgence of things long ago solved
Flat earth , vaccination acceptance for greater good
And a village of idiots instead of a village idiot
The fate of our society seems deserving at times
Tho the reasons are many the foundation is but one truth
That the building blocks of separation, deception, control and acceptance is zoned.
And all I said up until this point with tact and cuth
Is all said in profound depth in the following parable with a empathetic tone:
The problem with the world today
Is there are to many belief based facts
And there are not enough fact based beliefs
Kindly
Shawn Gorsick
Categories:
coordinates, absence, america, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.
All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.
Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below.
Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys-
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.
Categories:
coordinates, science, space, time, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
Our anniversary is in a few days…
Paula publicly became my wife
that day and the rest of my life!
Yeah, she kind of found me adrift…
although I was still afloat,
there were no real coordinates.
I am not sure what she saw in me,
but maybe a puzzle worth her energy.
Yes, yes, yes, she did say yes;
We have pictures to prove it!
It has been simply wonderful, a journey.
Thank you for sharing your life, my beautiful wife.
I Love you very much, your husband.
Edward J Ebbs - June 6, 2015
Categories:
coordinates, anniversary, celebration, how i
Form:
Free verse
A is for algebra, where numbers are represented by letters
B is for base, a base ten number system is much better
C is for circle, it goes round and round
D is for degree, in a circle, 360 are found
E is for equation, an assertion of the equality of two expressions
F is for fraction, it's the ratio of two expressions
G is for graph, a diagram showing the relationship betwen two numbers
H is for hypotenuse, a triangle's longest side, easy to remember
I is for integer, positive or negative numbers that are whole
J is for justification, proof of a solution, so I'm told
K is for kilometer, that's almost a mile
L is for line, it has one dimension and can go on for a while
M is for median, the most common value in a group
N is for numerator, its the top number in a fraction, like a hoop
O is for octagon, the number of sides are eight
P is for pentagon, it has five sides and that's great
Q is for quotient, the result of a division
R is for ratio, the relationship between two expressions
S is for square, with equal sides of four
T is for triangle, it has three sides, no more
U is for unit, a standardized quantity
V is for volume, the quantity of a three dimensional entity
W is for whole number of which there are a lot
X is for x- axis, the horizontal axis for coordinates , a plot
Y is for y- axis, the vertical axis a coordinate system brings
Z is for zero , it's not even one thing
We talked about fractions. circles, and squares
Next, we'll explore lions, tigers, and bears
Categories:
coordinates, science, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Waiting on the coordinates of my new mission
I vacillate between choice and decision
Clinging to hope, but also self-derision
I can hear the sub-atomic particle collision
Standing at the wishing well and pulling out a quarter
As the days seem to get shorter and shorter
Looking at the heavens and the cosmic order
I see there is no invisible border
That separates mankind from creation
Not exactly a revelation, but a realization
Boundaries don't exist for the truly patient
Even in this social stratification
So I choose to pray for that which I can not see
and invoke the words of Jeremiah 33:3
I want to pierce the fog of this great mystery
But I don't need technology, psychology, or biology
Just aim me towards the narrow road
and consecrate the alpha-numeric code
I seek to inhabit a spiritual abode
where my soul is expanded as my mind explodes
Categories:
coordinates, bible, metaphor, religious, riddle,
Form:
Rhyme
I want to go back to my country
But I can't seem to find the way
Poverty is blurring the coordinates
With every passing day
I want to sit with my family
And speak my native tongue
Eat my mother’s home cooked meals
And feel that I belong
I am happy to have the work I do
At least it pays the rent
But after buying food and clothes
I wonder where the money went
How do I talk to my children?
About the place that I call home
To them it's just a story
that I tell when I feel alone.
I worry about my parents
And the strife they daily face
In a place once rich and vibrant
Now sadly out of grace.
Categories:
coordinates, immigration,
Form:
Couplet
White picket fence in the rear view
Coordinates in the GPS
He honks as he leaves the driveway
For a three day trip to the west
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
The kids are sleeping on the porch
The dog is tugging at its chain
She smiles and tells him be careful
It looks like we're in for some rain.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
He doesn't care what he's hauling
As long as he's out on the road
Crisscrossing county and state lines
To pick up yet another load.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
He's got her picture in the truck
That he talks to late at night
Driving alone in the darkness
With not another car in sight.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
Truck driving runs in the family
His granddaddy owned his own rig
His daddy was always saying
You can drive son when you get big.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
People ask him how he managed
To keep driving for all those years
He tells them about a picture
And the sweet sound of shifting gears.
They call it the white line fever
And it's addictive as crack cocaine
The need to be out there trucking
Injected right into your veins.
Categories:
coordinates, devotion,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
The ocean keeps us apart
Like shackles tying us to the Earth
They cannot bind us forever,
Sweetheart,
Close your eyes... can you see me?
Hold out your hand... can you feel me?
When you part your lips... can you taste me?
Sweetheart,
In my head the science is simple
What are the coordinates? ...Here.
And the time? ...Now.
The ocean keeps us apart
But under the stars we remain together.
1.30.2013
Categories:
coordinates, beauty, for him, hindi,
Form:
Free verse
a million thoughts in my head
none of them constructive or so it seems
even though it keeps me awake
peace needs to find me again,
just in case my coordinates are flawed
just in case my compass lost direction
I need to embrace my space
slip back into me
not some watered down version of what people need me to be
©103010012012
Categories:
coordinates, introspection, life, me, me,
Form:
Free verse