Best Parabolic Poems
Act 1: Earth
Water
Droplets fall to earth
Meniscus lens on the world -
Wellspring of life born
Air
Gaseous brew forms
Invisible elixir -
A breath of fresh air
Fire
Destructive, cleansing
But giver of warmth and light –
Fire’s dual perspective
Act 2: Plant
Leaf
Spring buds burst afresh
Summer leaves decay so soon –
Death lords over all
Palm
Giant grass not tree
These swaying centurions -
Lives must co-exist
Sunflower
Massed bright sunflowers
Heads turn in obedience -
Sun sets on their lives
Act 3: Animal
Slug
Slug saw juicy leaf
Raced to eat this rare delight!
Bird swooped, slug no more
Ant
Ants march home in line
Communal desire on show -
Nature's will prevails
Butterfly
Winged beauty flutters
Abstract painting on her back -
Looks often deceive
Act 4: Man
Crescent
Curvaceous glory
The home of wealthy leisure -
Rich built upon poor
Gaudi
Parabolic waves
Acknowledge natural forms -
Colour outlaws grey
Dubrovnik
Sun shines on pan tiles
The town's uniform new shell -
War scars fade slowly
Act 5: Machine – the final chapter
Computer
Bits, bytes, ones, zeros
So Charles and Ada conceive -
IT’s Pandora’s box
Robot
Man and beast replaced
Same task over and over -
Objective carnage
AI
Boolean bible
Artificial ignorance -
Logical ending
Postscript: Evolutionary finale
Obliteration
Human destruction of earth -
Annihilation
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: August 16, 2020
Some ancient wisdom
Doth behold; a parabolic
To unfold. Mathematics to
Delight ; resemble crescent
Moon at night! The alchemy
In this I see; a medieval
Fantasy . Behold the dragons
Tooth and claw; from it,
Power I will draw. Mystic
Names are writ in clay; and
Swept away before the
Day. Squalid squawks that
Screech the sky; bring chills
Into the heart that lies.
Fingers bony, nails that
Split; do stir the cauldron
With some spit. “Hail my
Demon, come to me”; if
You indulge my fancy free!
Thus I challenge, this bleak
World; what’s real I order
Inward curl. Tumble down
And thus reform; a universe
“Reductio ad Absurdum “
Is reborn!
arc - parabola
life - our parabolic bow
ends that never meet
During my elementary, high school and college educational quest,
I struggled to do my very best on every mathematical test.
I was a "B" student in English, History and Art as I recall,
But I never mastered the mysteries of mathematics at all!
Basic arithmetic such as division and multiplication left me at sea.
Even simple addition and subtraction overwhelmed me to a degree!
Trying to conquer the times-table gave me a shocking jolt!
Alas, teachers considered me a hopeless mathematical dolt!
Geometry baffled me as to which were acute and obtuse angles,
And even more perplexing were isosceles and scalene triangles!
Beyond me were the formulas for figuring the areas of hexagons,
Trapezoids, pyramids, circles, cubes and five-sided pentagons!
Teachers told me that for my future, algebra was indispensable.
Maybe so, but variables and coefficients were incomprehensible!
My limited intellect couldn't comprehend quotients and binomials,
Nor integrers, exponents, irrational numbers and trinomials!
Needless to say, I didn't attempt calculus or trigonometry!
Those disciplines were as foreign to me as parabolic geometry!
I'm eternally grateful to that selfless, ingenioius creator,
Who eased my plight by inventing the handy calculator!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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HAIKU ON LOVE # 1
You leave me after we make love
Moonbeam falls
A poet shares my sorrow
HAIKU ON LOVE # 2
She coils him
Desolate
Autumn waits
HAIKU ON LOVE # 3
A love bruise
Wicked parrot
Season of rain
HAIKU ON LOVE# 4
His words were diamonds
Wizard of love phrases
He stole my garments
HAIKU ON LOVE # 5
She offered her warm breasts
To her lover in winter night
Icy wind roared
HAIKU ON LOVE # 6
Two leaves are tangled
The tree meditates
He does not know our raptures
HAIKU ON LOVE # 7
Words are lost
Glances weak
Glaciered infinity
HAIKU ON LOVE # 8
My neighbour’s wife
Pulls me
To a sobbing counter
HAIKU ON LOVE # 9
Sighs heavy, hidden moon
Moans, pleasures of the night
Cruel kisses bleed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 10
She fell on my chest
Stunned
By the dart of love
HAIKU ON LOVE # 11
Hold on some more and hold on
Until the fire is put out
And he would close his eyes
HAIKU ON LOVE # 12
I would wager
He would leave soon
With a trail of cinnabar
HAIKU ON LOVE # 13
He was a noodle
As her eyes were nearly shut
And bottom of the sea sloshed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 14
I had to hold her like a python
Brute yes I am, I couldn’t lose time
To be ambivalent
HAIKU ON LOVE # 15
His tired legs staggered
He fell again on her bosom
God is so ungracious
HAIKU ON LOVE # 16
Incredible cavern
Big black cat walks on curling passages
In search of snail trail
HAIKU ON LOVE # 17
Last night’s sleep
Washed out
My lover’s petting
HAIKU ON LOVE # 18
My husband’s ancient kiss
Fades away
Like charming baubles
HAIKU ON LOVE # 19
A young man hid behind his shadow
At the edge of the river
My bath aroma seeped through his skull
HAIKU ON LOVE # 20
My wife was parabolic
She could not make love
Before her voyage to comet
HAIKU ON LOVE # 21
I can go down her slit
If the river gets more time
To watch my owl
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Warm winds blow
Their golden grain
The sands not in charge
Off their own domain
These hills of sand
Aeolian processes form
Shifting at will
In any desert sandstorm
The shape of the dunes
You see today
Were not their shape
Yesterday
Crescentic, linear
Star and dome
Parabolic
Dune shaped homes
Masses of sand
On our continents exist
But where ever they are
The wind persists
Gobi, Namib
To name but two
These deserts of grain
Golden yellow hue
Drifting sands
Whistle in rhyme
But we will never stop
The shifting sands of time
English quintain
I’m leaving, going far away
and when I’m through, I will return.
But meanwhile, mind my vineyard, stay.
I’m staking out a risk to earn;
It is for you, to try and learn.
I lease to you my private land
which I have hedged. I’ve built a tow’r
so you may guard my kingdom grand.
Till I come back, you are in pow'r.
I will come back, an unknown hour.
Time lingers on, I send trustees
to test the fruit; the vintage won.
The tenants stone and wound all three;
more were dispatched , more harm was done.
They’ll show respect, I’ll send my son.
Imprudent keepers of my lease
imagined I was surely dead.
They saw a chance the land to seize.
My heir’s demise they thought ahead
would free the land to tenants’ stead.
This is a story Jesus told
a parabolic sermon heard.
The tenants’ logic had no hold;
God’s kingdom soon would be transferred
from Jew to Gentile. Thoughts are stirred.
written by Reason A. Poteet
first posted at Poetry Soup – 3 Feb 2015
Iambic tetrameter – an English quintain
for Giorgio’s contest: Structured forms-Iambic verse - Recite and analyze a fictional event
inspired by a biblical parable, Mark 12:1-12
Parabolic view
Flickering stairway obtuse
Marble-knock-wood code
Climbing from her escapism's, evanescent pool; love's predicate...
Figure skating of dreams, infinite; timeless, Hollywood's paper doll ?
Fete fete's parquet circles; abstract evolutions ex de facto; abtruse comets
Her beauty's evening star ? An epoch; fantasia's zephyr winds; parabolic these doors
Celestial's sphere sunset's skies; axioms ignis fatuus ? Fandom's fluttering wings..
Spawned their pure white dove; solitary, blue canopy her flight ? Carte blanche scarlet, tears.
What if a day came when reason
Overtakes the true false hopes
And deprograms the whole known commonly
No restraint pure word of essence
So you can't help but feel what you've heard
So comes the translation of a new season
I have no miracles to give only given word
Tis not the Man who speak so bold, so
Not blasphemy or cultural spiritual treason
These words the organic man does not hold
Its not of the past which up to now Was irrelevant
Its not on the way in coming days , all in or fold
This is streaming current of parabolic prevalence
Judge me not I tried to go
Seek me not this body easily judged
By the false who say they know
The essence never stops, the rock does not budge
Since its was told once
Used right three times
And death to each divine shell
This one died already, three times
This man is now hollow
Truth and word are his soul
He wishes not to be followed
But he has no control
Prove him wrong cure his fate
It is not yet written
Not up to date
But time for revision
This are not his words
It is not his decision
time to cut chord
Through parable precision
The past leads here
Time to end it
This moment don't show fear
Be real with atonement
Tis shame fellowship fate
Exploitation formed faith
So now its lil late
Like a wraith
The self will know and relate
So look past your faces
Let go of all wealth
Pick a steady pace
To cleanse thyself.
living in this flagitious society life becomes numb
yet we extrapolate irrespective reality till we become dumb
mental break downs and frivolous exercises of intellectual contempt
permeates a paradigmatic volition of unparsimonious content
we are axiomatic in our subjective minds as we conceptualize truths
but preconceived notions poison and impede the capacity of our fruits
berayed by the thick insulating cover of vitriolic and obligatory words
you can see with more than our eyes and hear more than whats heard
virtue and value will hurt you in battle
as expression and intention fight for domain
necessity and certainty like humans and cattle
like pride and despair both going insane
miraculous recoveries and extravagant claims
cognitive faculties misfiring as the mind refuses to aim
lost in translation as we wander our brains
a mental castration of parabolic restrains
feelings, opinions and emotions all subjective and chained
like a broken track on a bridge made for a 4,000 ton train
we refuse to abide by the laws in our hearts
as we accept solipsism in whole and in part
judgmental determinist with a maniacal skill
to violate logic and ignore the freewill
you recapitulate hate and promulgate lies
like maggots on a carcass embedded by flies
you are dead in your thoughts and dead in your walk
Trace the outline of your body with a forensic white chalk
to be dead in your mind is to be dead inside time
and if life is subjective theres no reason or rhyme
Author:
Fernando Ceballos Lachica
3HOPE
I sit alone in the dark feeling lonely
My loneliness lingers
As the last drop of rain
Have gone away
I breathe the warm rays of sunlight
And feel life's enlivening all around me
Yet, cannot dwell within me
I hear the delight
Cast by a million multicolored flowers
Against a backdrop of life-giving streams
No longer locked from the movement
By the oppressing cold
I can feel the spirits
Of eternal joy
Reach out with fingers
With either...my heart and soul
Only to get so close
Then fade away
Into the engrossing sound
Of my beating heart
With each pound...
The blood flows
But cannot control the rupturing
With each pump...
It becomes closer and closer
To the single dull-witted note
Amidst a chorus of shrewdness
With each nodal constriction...
It reverberates
The relentless walls of Ego's Tower
Protruding a lifetime above me
Each beat...becomes double
Each second...becomes a cosmos
Created by the perfectly harmonic structure
Of my sorrow
In a world of parabolic wonders
I see only
The hues of my transparent prison
Faded
To a perfect seamless gray
In a hopelessness
Declining
Into the deepest strata
Of selfishness
I cry...from pity...I cry...
With tears
Blurring the world
I wander
On roads of sadness
And darkness
On the perpetual
Wheel of failure.
I see it...
A Glimmer...
Yes!
A sparkle...
A distance too great
To comprehend; Yet it is there
I am drawn to it…
I am pulled…
As I struggle
With each advancing moment
I try to get away…
I turn to retreat…
Into my tower…
It protected me.
My wife Lomet fell in love with a comet
Hugged the Tuttle and fastened him to grommet
Tuttle was tattler
Snaky and rattler
Lashed his tail in parabolic trail--kismet
my wife lomet/limerick/copyright (c) rajat kanti chakrabarty 21 november 2014
Hyperbolic
Parabolic
Symbiotic
Life
In the amniotic
Catatonic
Platonic
Life
In the mnemonic
Esoteric
Symphonic
Rhythmic
Life.
When I was seven I felt the urge
to capture an enchanted being.
I caught him in the gentle grasses
of our side yard.
Cupped in my hands
he waited,
his antennae gathered signals from distant worlds,
his cold eyes measured
the texture of my skin,
his armor sparkled
in the shadows of my fingers,
his legs were unanchored tent poles.
I held out my hand
straight as a diving board.
He sprang
with power and grace --
a green arc of parabolic escape.
He was blind to what he left behind:
a bonfire in my chest,
a salty koan,
the memory of a trinket
I had to let go.