Best Dimensional Poems
"Environmental suits all checked and rechecked. The chamber is sealed."
"PROCEED!".
"We're losing barometric pressure!"
"COMPENSATE!"
"Energy output is constant."
"The rift is stabilizing sir. Air pressure is equivalent to about 15,000 feet altitude."
"Spectrum analysis suggests a red star. That can't be right!"
"Still holding constant."
"EXTEND THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL LENS!"
"Lens breaching the rift."
"Looks about 3000 Kelvin. Oh my God!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"Something humanoid is looking back at us."
"THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO BE JOKING!"
"I'm serious sir. I'm switching to a broader view plane."
"No joke, Sir. I saw it too!"
"HOW COULD ANYTHING SURVIVE AT THAT TEMPERATURE?!"
"I did too, and it looked human."
"I've got more of them."
"The depth of field is very shallow, those behind it are blurry."
"What the Hell have we found here?"
"EXACTLY. DISENGAGE KEYHOLE NOW! NOW! NOW!"
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The door is open.. but don't go in,
You would never get out, it is a curious thing,
You would want to stay forever, and never leave,
About past events, you would never grieve,
In the Harmony, cannot help but believe,
You'll love your brothers, even the thieves,
The last thing is first, and of all things achieved,
The first will be the last, and even they will succeed.
Love is the key.. and faith is the door,
A shelter in a storm, bringing peace, during war,
A beacon burning bright, so to light up the shore,
Eternal riches, filling pockets of the poor,
So if you want proof.. the truth is, it's law,
It doesn't matter if you want to go anymore,
It only ever continues, from what came before,
So behold the future, let us see what's in store.
Fingers pirouetting semi-nimbly on the keyboard
the intermediate ballet course of my muse
encoding the fleeting images and rhythms
before they escape, a joyous outflowing
And from the rough direction of the office,
or perhaps the Throne Room next to it,
a shuffling sound, crinkle, rustle, whoosh
like the printer whirring to life
Identification of the sound brings a chortle of defensive laughter
the cat scraping litter to cover her own joyous outflowing
printing out a good one, like I hope to
my muse dreams in four colorful dimensions;
my poems print in merely two flat, ink-and-papery dimensions
how many dimensions does the cat’s muse touch,
given that she just printed in three-dee living color,
her inspiration complete and satisfying, with no editing?
Again I reflect on the destiny of our efforts
both hers and my ephemeral creations bound for roughly the same fate:
the landfill, eventually, in one form or another,
loved but forgotten
7/24/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
I am legend;
In my time of presence,
For I once had formed;
Covered in essence.
I lived in the seas of thousands,
Moments of memories inhabited.
The moments that melt,
Anyone's heart.
A pearl of deepening wisdom in;
Another spirit of divergence.
I would go that distance for you;
Then distancing from which is near.
My soul longs for the comfort of resting,
But, the time has not stood on thy side.
Time is bending times-self;
Continuously changing,
The course of destiny for esprit.
Dimensionally using itself to;
The altering of a times presence,
A time passed.
I am a legend,
I, covered with an essence.
Within the realms of space
Exist the pearly lines of logic,
Foreboding, tremendously woven like lace
With fiery finesse and a flashing flicker.
From elegant earth, cyclopean stars
Are rendered so picayune,
We see them only as circles and bars
Adorning the sky, so meticulously strewn.
But the human mind
Does not need to look beyond
The two-dimensions we see to find
Amusement. Sorry Armstrong.
The blazing cataclysmic beauty
Is wasted on our feeble temperament.
Squandered almost deliberately
Without further acknowledgment.
And the result of this treachery
Is the reason our lives are so dull.
We morph all we see, making it blurry.
Leaving only a 2-D circle.
And yet, even with this simple silhouette,
We bask in beautiful bundles of bliss.
Ironically enough, we call it infinite
Like that of space, a more infinite abyss.
I sit by my multi-dimensional window,
Seeing the beauty of God's nature,
I think that God's portrait is my favorite,
The beautiful white clouds shapely and divine,
Trees dancing in the wind,
The sidewalk seems to go on forever,
Pedestrians greeting and visiting,
Cars stand like pioneer stories,
We have elevated from coach to car,
God's blessing to humanity,
I sip my cup of coffee and savour,
A delicious experience to enjoy.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Two Dimensional Love and Life
Some lines move horizontally
Others go diagonal
There are lines that travel up and down
They all make love within their set parameters
As is their culture and tradition there
Always within the lines, as is their prerogative and mission
For years Mr. E-line traveled from the east alone
One day he stumbled into Le Le Ling, from a line of high position
Coming from the east straight at him without permission
She was a fine line worth knowing, from a noble lineage
Both wanted sex directly when they met
They fell in linear love from point to point
Neither could continue forward, nor go up or down
And forget about left and right, as their world was flat and straight
They had to do everything frontal and did so on the spot
In the two dimensional realm you were caste from birth
To mate with someone from your universe
From your circle so to speak
Obviously they are lines so let’s proceed
In any case they came from flat lands of the east and west
Horizontal was the only life they knew
Le Le Ling and E- line were destined for each other
Other lines outside of Horizontal World were frowned upon
Diagonals were out of fashion, up and down too
Looked down upon in flat land prejudicial manner
Though “down” in their reality was not an option
Other dimensions did not exist for them
From their narrow point of view
Mr. And Mrs. Line had a baby line one day
They named it Little Liner
Raise it to be direct and true
And straight as an arrow too
In their religion there is only one commandment
Look in front of you to find your way to heaven
Since you have no other direction any way
Stay in line, head toward the light to find the truth
Science and technology have brought us new inventions and products and processes have seen great advancements.
So it should be no wonder that man is four dimensional.
First, we are physical, with head, hands and feet. To live, breathe and function, we all have to eat.
Next we are mental with an incredible mind, reflecting the image of our Maker divine.
So if we would grow to our fullest potential, we all need rich sources of mental stimulation, like reading and music and schooling and traveling.
Then we are social in the third dimension, needing interaction with our human companions.
At birth we need the loving affection of our mother and father. Science has shown that babies who are well-fed but deprived of human interaction and touch will fail to grow and eventually die. This proves the fact that we are truly social.
Last but not least, we are driven to worship. Ever wondered why in every culture there is some form of religion? It's because man is spiritual. Some worship a supreme being, others carved idols and still others worship themselves, their family or possessions. This propensity to worship shows man is spiritual.
So if you are seeking for fullness and meaning and to determine your function, you must satisfy all four dimensions.
Too dimensional, demented intentions allure,
This was not intentional, trapped intellectual
Engaged in mental battle with endless herds
Of sheep infected with conventional intellect
But I escaped insanity as I began my search
Far and wide, high and low throughout distant
Previously unmapped dimensions to inquire
Samples of simple dynamic brain functions,
Lost ancient rhythmic communications, and
Abandoned verbal reverberations, over time
I've accumulated in my endeavors of mind for
Assistance in my navigation through forgotten,
Thoughts and riddled ruminations from within
A complex and unique design is my intention
I implore your infinite attention to enter my
Current lyrical invention, here is your invitation.
You can only visit, you can't stay,
A blessing from God,
Comes in the shape of triangles and sguares,
Maybe someone you met at church,
Nature appears and the love stays,
Self-controlled and smart,
The ability for man and woman to marry again,
God complex and fulfilling,
My thesaurus rhymes with thoughts,
That are many and diversified,
University a distant goal.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Four Dimensional Elements
Solidity
Earth
Land by soil to
Dancing stone
Treads its path to water
Kisses the feet of
Home
Between
Air
Fragrance clouded
And plumed pillars of
Breathing Earths
Seething repentance
In rain
Catching
Water
The flippant leaves
Acquiescent flow echo
Reverberated poundings in
Waves
And falls a blessing
Liberty
Fire
Recombination of release
Prevailing supplicant of
Mystery
And Mother of
Light
AT THE EDGE
Red velvet I step into the abyss
If I choose
I see crystal clear at the edge
Ancient cries of turmoil
Grips of control, men being boys
Boys being men
On the other side of the edge
White eagles fly to the right
or in circles
Owls hoot as they please
Silver stars beckon endlessly
A Prince leans from a window frame
Overlooking Sea ruled by Poseidon
of wondrous waves and spuming whales
searching for Circe with a Venus lock
Crossed legs in black socks
Eyes twinkling enticement
fear barely perceived
At the edge of the world Suns
are rounded rainbows
Cries of hunger rise and die
Selfish give in crumbs
with eyes longing to arrive
here too, while Buddhists
drink tea in golden cups
Here you fall so deep and
Speak to Zeus, if he wants to reply
Transplant minds and let thoughts
fly into blank cells
Broaden eternity, if you wish
Jump back into black or forward
to seek the flint
carrying you round about
At the edge it is dangerously
Exciting in the moment
Nothing else
In the moment at the
Edge
©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1998
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{ Note : This poem was written whilst I was working in Parliament. The first words, Red velvet, was a image coming from the red carpet rolled out, outside my office, on the way to the National Assembly, where a President of another country was due to walk on, into the National Assembly for speech-giving.
The image of a Prince comes from a Minister of State, who I was due to have a meeting with, after lunch. He was leaning from his office window towards the National Assembly building. As I looked up into his face, all I saw was a Great Sea with spuming whales. In the next few minutes I was opposite him looking at his crossed legs in black socks talking about why a piece of legislation was important. Strange. )
Translucent beings watching from the outside,
Treat us like machines coded in a thin line,
View our dreams because in life its intertwine,
Travel in the seams then attach through the eyes,
Dimensional disease to the ears and deep inside,
These evil little things can give us all but no pride,
Watching to appease for they seek and need to hide,
Trepidation by all means follow us until we die.
(2016)
gorgeous purple impatiens
deep rooted, holding up the river
revered by lily pads
honored by orange and white koi
I follow their lead and take a photo
of course it could never equal the real thing
the serene feelings of reverence of the landscape
they are three-dimensional goddesses if you ask me
The smell of an iris flower is like
A clean whiff of Gulf breeze,
Independent of clinging debris.
The iris is prissier than a rose;
More colorful than carnations
It is guardian of the pupil in you,
Ask the sclera.
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