Best Ratio Poems
terra firma
three hundred sixty-four days.
terror firma for one.
Solo in matter
Companions in the navy desert
Rioters co-ordinates far stretched below
National flags depicts dual
The evening rota completed
Observing, chaperoning constantly
Bond as if brothers
Evaluation upon ombré sky
Retiring peacefully then.
Run with the idea while hot;
fun—
stretch your imaginative pun.
For a pie-in-the-sky, it is not.
PHI
POSTED ON my blog on my website, Suzette: Poet, dated 22 July 2021,
PHI POEM INSPIRED BY THE GOLDEN RATIO.
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PHI POEM – INSPIRED BY THE GOLDEN RATIO © 22 July 2021
Phi (f 1.618033988749895…) is most often pronounced fi as in ‘fly’.
The golden ratio is about 1.618, and is represented by the Greek letter phi, f. That is, (a + b) ÷ a = a ÷ b. These elements inspired the design of the Phi poem.
The spiral pattern created from the golden ratio is also called the golden spiral. The Fibonacci spiral is related to but not identical to the golden spiral. ‘The golden spiral has constant arm-radius angle and continuous curvature, while the Fibonacci spiral has cyclic varying arm-radius angle and discontinuous curvature.’*
In the 1800s, the German mathematician, Martin Ohm, called the special number 1.618 golden, likely because it has always existed in mathematics. Further back in time, it was even described as divine because of its frequency in the natural world. The golden spiral symbol has inspired countless people throughout history. It’s been associated with the fundamentals of life, spirituality, and creation. Furthermore, the Fibonacci sequence was the inspiration for a poetic form in its own right.
The © Phi poem is a 5-line syllabic poem with a rhyme scheme, invented by Suzette Richards in 2021. The 4th line should enhance the concluding word (in caps), for example, ‘PHI’, by using any number of poetic devices at your disposal. In my poem, Golden Spiral, I pun pi (p). Presented centred on the page.
Rhyme: a1 + b; a2; a3; b; x. (L1: a = an internal rhyme that cross rhymes with L2 & L3.)
Syllabic format of first 3 lines: 1 + 6; 1; 8. L4 & L5 are any number of syllables.
Constancy is scarce in life
Although it's usual
In Mathematical and scientific theories
In life we yearn for an increasing ratio
In happiness,wealth, power and fame
These are great expectations,dreams
And greeds
In life we yearn for a decreasing ratio
In efforts
This is laziness
Success is propotional to efforts
Wisdoms and fate
And so a constant ratio is scarce
And an increasing ratio is scarce too
If without efforts, wisdoms and luck
If without conspiracy and scandals
The consequence is more obvious
And so
Don't just envy and admire
But try your best
And accept your rewards from God
And find yourself any pride
And find yourself any satisfaction
Take
the
pine cone
for instance -
nature's example
of the Fibonacci sequence.
Mathematicians explore its spiralled symmetry.
Others inhale the refreshing scent and marvel at creation’s divine proportions.
23.09.19
F F I series 7 fibonacci : Brian Strand
The Fibonacci Sequence in maths as used in the syllable counts of this poem :
Simply put, it’s a series of numbers:
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, etc : The next number in the sequence is found by adding up the two numbers before it. The pattern is evident in nature and the works of several musicians.
The record-keeper compiled a big book
Assuring us that he wasn't a crook
If we'd let him in he'd take a small look
So they'd ensure that we were off the hook
I soon recognized to my frustration
Fate took away my skilled occupation
They urged me to search for God's salvation
While I discovered my new vocation
The man of bank clout collected my gold
Fools praise greed and I wasn't feeling bold
There are far greater graces to behold
And I was taught to do as I've been told
The order came down from way up on high
If we longed for arms we'd need to apply
The speaker explained how they're our ally
And they'll protect us if things go awry
The king's men arrived with a deed in hand
Telling me I had to vacate his land
With weapons ready they served his command
Taking the home we toiled to build by hand
We shivered and starved without all our food
A penniless family forced to intrude
Living off the aid of our larger brood
Dehumanized by those deeming us crude
While foraging wood to provide heating
My precious wife took a vicious beating
In her eyes I could see life retreating
Until her anima ceased competing
Whilst on the street I heard the chaplain say
"Put faith in the word! Keep Satan at bay!"
I watched as my daughters turned ashen gray
Then the good Lord took my blessings away
I shuddered when they announced their decree
Just one thing left for them to take from me
They hauled me off while bowed on bended knee
To slave at their yoke with no chance to plea
Still stacked in that train awaiting defeat
I ponder how I accepted deceit
The cries of those here with me are replete
Lamenting our consent to the elite
Life was only gifted once
Now is to be divided into portions
More work less rest
More ambitions less leisures
More output more stress
More input more burden
More benefit more contributions
Less greeds less guilts
Many a fraction
But just a simple Mathematics
And a constant ratio to follow
neat proposition
worthy of pious ponder
divine proportion
what ratio is golden
1 plus root 5 over 2
Tell me what's this stuff called compost
how to make it, what's it for
The object of compilation
is to mimic what's on a forest floor
So gather everything that's ever had a life
Vegie peel, dry leaves add bit of fresh green grass
and if you have it you can add some human hair
Two more ingredients essential ingredients,
these must be made available, clean water and fresh air
In the air is oxygen a force of energy for almost everything that exists
It provides a source of combustion, occurs inside the cell
These microscopic organisms make up all the animals
and every plant as well
There is a special recipe ,to which you must refer
Dry waste to green waste has a ratio five to one
Follow these directions and what will surely start,
heating of the compost heap, means the process has begun
Maybe twenty days or a month or two
a suggested time frame for the final outcome
Your magic little spell. it has now been spun
At last the final product, now the heating has died down
Black plasticity feels spongy, when squeezed within the hand
It's ready for a compost tea
or spread directly on the land
Footnote; There are three methods I use to make compost:
1.The Johnson/Su bioreactor. 2. Worm farm 3.Compost heap