Best Cubes Poems
That three-dimensional solid so symmetrical,
Suggests how life could be - understandable,
With only six faces, all square for equal sides,
And a formulae to describe what makes us stable.
This staple of stability is taken, unchallenged and assumed -
The rational is included unthinkingly in life’s plethora:
Carted to anchor that which horrifies and saddens,
And bread to float and strike chords which harken.
You can also make a cube into a sphere,
That circular goddess that looks like a globe,
Reminiscent of the earth’s fullness and dwelling,
With freedom, liberty and happiness so giving.
It has space, dimensions and co-ordinates,
And its tesseract is plottable on a graph;
Other polyhedra can be related to it
Its symmetry mutations of tilings laugh.
Understanding and sense derive themselves well -
You can't laugh at the cube’s skeleton;
Furnished, not flawed or gaunt by posture,
It's structure sits regally for exposure.
Descriptions are it's glory, that flushing realism,
The Cubism movement pushed academic boundaries;
Said that paintings can be made of shapes and cubes,
Which built a monument to reductionism’s theories.
That we can be reduced down to basic matter,
Particles, atoms, cells and molecules,
Is cubism's gust and enterprise for all,
Who gather so as to hear its paintings flatter.
I love cubes, and always have,
They’ve offered hope in times of despair;
Their eloquence and beauty spark with naturalism,
With natural life’s inevitable repair.
Placed two ice cubes on a hill...
Watched them glide as they will...
The blissful ride took many turns...
Dripping through a path of many yearns...
Destination is a warm sweet place...
Where raining flames kiss my face...
Each cube melts in the oven of enticement...
Where it can be tasted on lips with pure excitement...
Ice cubes
crunch beneath teeth
clear cold melting delight
chilly glaze coating my numb tongue
frost bite
Confused Dachshund
There's a dachshund from Key Biscay
saving ice cubes for a sweltery day
He buries them deep
hoping they'll keep
and wonders how they get away
Warped and twisted,
Spinning inside
Colors close and they open
Like a drunken slumber’s eyes
Mismatching patterns
Correlating with signs
Jumbled, rustled, falling
Like leaves in autumn time
Hoping to pick something up
Each time I rise
Veins explode from fingertips
Like a possessive ride
Exhilaration expanded
Dilating pupils surmise
Inferring differences
With an indifferent pride
Seducing snakes like a game
Smoke drawn from lips
Red blood poured from a soul
With liquid, no grips
Like sand through ones hand
Wind moves like hips
Twisting, turning, like figure eights
For each height, a new dip
Honey melting
Like sugar cubes in a bath
Resurrecting promises
I look back and I laugh
Parodies sing
A melodious wrath
Distortion misrepresented
It could represent the past
Always looking back
Wronged remembered
Nothing can cut
What’s already dismembered
Playing tag with mice
Crackling like a fire’s ember
Cackling like a witches laugh
A now silenced endeavor
Like chutes and latter’s
I don’t know when to climb or slide
A dragon attacks like demons
A devil’s surprise
Giving out what I don’t want
Subconscious cries
For a tortured soul
A depth beyond evil eyes.
Yesterday , I woke up frozen
In sorrow cubes
Scattered on the ground
To trample underfoot
The certainty of sprouts
Rooted in the fear of crowd
That is sorry , tired
Of the designs of a dream
Of peace and freedom
Embedded in the pulley
Of brotherhood acts
Today , I woke up frozen
In cubes of certainty
Which the sun no longer melts
Even if elevated
At higher temperature
The reality of the scourge
In cubes of certainty
I will face the sober of the whip
Happy step mother's day
Sorry your card is soggy.
I tucked a few ice cubes inside it.
The same ones you spit onto my soul
so many years ago.
{They all see the gentle-gray-haired grandma
and wonder why I keep my distance}.
but I grew up under the ass of that crow {you didn't}
Crapping out ice cubes on my young soul-
I wear the rouge on my psyche as proof.
Glistening brightly edges
Diamond like crystals
Tiny cubic shape
Freezed Ice cubes..
we're looking at this huge deposit
where the cubes are millimetrically placed
juxtaposing one by one with no space left
so the columns are rising uniformly
until they almost reached the ceiling
soon a new column is raised in the same way
completing rows and lines and series
advancing the amounts from the back
until gradually occupying all the spaces
finally reaching the top
when all columns are filled
the door closes automatically
then we will look at a huge empty deposit
where the cubes will be millimetrically placed
juxtaposing one by one with no space left
and so it goes on forever and ever
Cubism - words in cubes
Put words in cubes.
Ideas aligned at once,
inside the box, attuned.
Intensive interplay, makes sense.
Cubes boil in suffocation.
As cubes inject with insemination.
Cubes fall over with abandonment.
How the cubes sing out lament.
Cubes of purple red and black.
Help the cubes find out what they lack.
Cubes become a mental state.
When eighteen cubes begin debate.
Cubes cannot tell help depression.
Because they are not in session.
Cubes dissolve and become nought.
Helpless cubes cannot be bought.
I don’t get it
The now of then
The how of why
The who of whom
Six kids one toilet
Last one in line
Squeeze tight the cheeks
Such drama, nobody speaks
Hands that tell lies
Search for brittle memories
Clutch at the past
As it fades away
Don’t like the cold
It pinches my cheeks
to make breath clouds
The bus is late
Cuddle with me, darling.
We are like two ice cubes.
Still, we are like twins
in a fetal position.
And warm, we shall be
soon, but cocooned
in sleep, not knowing
at what hour we warmed
each other, but we do
remember how we laughed,
light flickering in our eyes,
as our lips touched in the morning.
The ice cube joke between us,
intimately humorous.
CUBES HAVE EIGHT CORNERS
Dice have three dimensions
Opposite faces total seven
Luck represents a fourth
Winning is finding Heaven
Feet up where fat toes recline
defying gravity,
it's not 'happy hour' nor sad time,
it's just time.
The world has been over-thinking
again,
forgetting its fictional place
in the self-replicating
mind-maze.
There is no escape,
I'm just relaxing between
the tracks.
This laced numbness will quickly pass,
yet ice cubes do break through
all the dream chasing
for a while.
I'm not checked out,
not checked in,
just drinking.