Best Shapes Poems
I twist what you think that you already know,
I stretch you to soaring, shrink you to low,
I ripple your outline and widen your grin,
I toy with the edges that hold you within,
I flicker each time as you slip into view,
I dance with the shape that you think is you,
You laugh at the stranger I help you become,
I’m a thief of your shape till at last you succumb,
You ask what I am as I alter your frame—
The carnival mirror—I play the same game.
His fragile limbs in a caged body
seeking proteins from ivy drips
vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
sea of sick humans hanging like leaves from willow
mitigated by prayers of angels in white coats
yet lowered pulse rate in hopeful daylight
but his sumptuous mind holds the key to freedom
in deepest slumber his twisted cage breaks free
arising hopes float in ropes of subconscious mist
his smiling shadow traces whispers of memories
he sways his brittle fingers in ecstasy
shapes of smoke growing as titans in silence
his love is a ghost that the others can't see
exploding stars in topaz lit utopia paint
charcoal brush adorning sparkling bristles of love
colourful patterns on canvas of blank memory
flashing waves entrancing visions of kisses alight
blankets of amnesia in existence but he dances
on a hustling vintage platform emerging in fog
breeze in his red shirt chasing scarlet sunsets
he boards a crimson wagon longing for a journey
holding roses for Aphrodite in the land of swans
simmering in flashes of blooming glitters.
Rising dawn clicks the buttons in his mind
blank memories, ivy drips lock him away
in a caged body his fragile limbs rest
nobody knows he visits a soothing paradise
fog curls under his pillow in deep oceans
till slithering hazy sapphire nights arrive
July 20, 2020
Delirium Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
~Premiere Contest Winner: 1st Place
There’s a point we reach in our life when we realize
the unequivocal truth that ‘less is more’.
We then understand the freedom
of less attachments, less commitments, less obligations,
and less of all that is not truly important to us.
That moment is truly liberating.
It's when we actually begin to follow our heart
and dismiss all that is trivial to us.
Sometimes the sun on the nape of our neck
is all we need to be perfectly happy.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Flash with lightning speed ~ quickly and mercilessly
You have, after all, learned that beauty is more than the eye can see
The outer has undeniably its value and function
It is not just, what's inside that counts
Beauty is in the eye of the one who sees
Appearance are becoming more important for all age groups
08.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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I am a cloud watcher
Yes I am
Looking up to the clouds
Every chance I get
I'd go to the park
Lay upon the grass
Look up to the sky
To see different shaped clouds
When travelling in a car
Going somewhere
I'd look out my window
Eyes upon the sky
So many shapes of clouds
My eyes look upon
Different shapes and sizes
To set my eyes upon
Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations –
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!
(This dog was an angel in a fur coat)
Angels come in all shapes and sizes
this one was full of prizes.
An Easter gift,
oh! so soft and not stiff.
Boys got her at the pound, and she was all smiles and never a frown.
Thirty pounds was all she was, this angel came with no flaws.
Her perfumed cream colored fur, would make me want to purr.
Lovingly messaged to sleep each night, up and out with the morning sunlight.
Daily she sang her song to the rabbits, this was one of her heavenly habits.
I talked and she listened well, did she think I was under a spell? She loved her blusher make up, it made her rosy cheeks want to jump. Off in the car we would go,
when we came home she would say oh no.
Her angel kisses,
were always there as was her best wishes. Heavenly angel I now need to say good bye, one day I will once again say hi.
Written Date 2/12/2020
3 Place My Companion and Close Friend That Never Complains Contest. Judged: 2/18/2020 Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Chest on bosoms tightly pressed,
As waists meet in dance of heat
To flare lust of evening’s touch---
Silhouettes cast dizzy frames
Burning pores from tango’s whip;
And quivers of motion rise
With abandoned cadences.
RHOMA EM
nette onclaud---Silhouette Of A Heptagonet
9 Nov 2014
In this infinity starving for the answer
Robots calculate galaxies and pray for cancer
To eat their gears and grind their eyes
Into a four-dimensional tone ringing cries
The eternal scream vibrates inside a dream
Lost upon awakening souls converge
Bewildered at the crossroads seeking a seam
To open and fill the festering urge
Sophia aches in mourning as morning rises
To meet the meat of the day
Wearing weathered and worn disguises
Awaiting their union with clay
So much emphasis
Given by the God to make
The shapes of the leaves
Two parellel lines began
somehow
and traveled together
for quite some distance
until one veered off
from the other.
And this was really a sad thing
since they were supposed
to have gone on into infinity.
What kind of geometry
did the line have in mind?
Perhaps
it dreamed of shapes
filling space excitingly.
Or perhaps
it learned of some
beautiful trigonometry...
I think maybe
it just longed
for a change of perspective.
Forming fascinating shapes in the sky
like shapeshifters on a sea of blue:
as I observe clouds slowly traipsing by.
Some seem magical; that's hard to deny:
as they silently slip into my view,
forming fascinating shapes in the sky.
These misty fantasies appear nearby;
sculpted in shades of white with a beige hue:
as I observe clouds slowly traipsing by.
Mobile sculptures are a treat for the eye,
as shapeshifting clouds get reborn anew;
forming fascinating shapes in the sky
Beyond mesmerizing, they beautify,
like a flotilla of dreams sailing through:
as I observe clouds slowly traipsing by.
In a caldron of mist, afloat on high,
ordinary morphs into something new.
Forming fascinating shapes in the sky,
as I observe clouds slowly traipsing by.
Shapes
Different shapes were
stick on the wall. All
made from paper, though the
powdery texture will make
you wonder if they were
plasters. Circles inside
the squares. Triangles
linked to form chains. You
sat at the couch. Waiting
for your turn. The lady
receptionist near the
window gave you a frown.
The magazines, untouched,
transforms long wait to
boredom. The people in line
are chained with a
monotonous ticking of the
clock. Some took a nap.
Some just stared blank. You
joined them half-way. You
neither asleep nor awake,
caught between the gaps of
the distant wall. You
talking to yourself, or a
daydream, as a race from
start to finish, delays,
pit stops, and advances, a
loud horn from a nearby
alley and someone breaking
glasses from the other
room, closing in, noise
echoing from walls,
ceilings, like a second-
hand smoke, as if to tell
you that not all diseases
are self-inflicted, you
with your left hand hidden
in your pocket. All you can
do is to glance at the
wall, examine the shapes,
draw them with your
fingers, repeatedly, until
the last one.
Within us, there is a lost device,
An ancient form of thinking,
An invisible heirloom passed down to entice,
For comprehension of our being.
Vastly unknown to the populous,
Widely used by the intellect and the aware,
Insistent and tenacious,
A device, attainable but rare.
Should it appear, soak in it,
Revel in the mystery and wonder,
Seek and you shall find the darkness lit,
An emergence. A spark to ponder.
Repetition is the key,
Of unlocking the unknown,
For synchronicities you will see,
And former beliefs will be thrown,
An unspecified form, a potential,
Contouring into the imagination,
Truth will come, timing an essential,
Acknowledgement lies in discussion,
With contribution and collaboration,
Diverging and aberrant,
Sparking singularity in cooperation,
A device for recognizing the significant.
12/10/16
Close your eyes, what do you see?
Excuse me!
See with closed eyes
What rubbish, such lies!
But I see Coloured dots dancing around
Changing colour, falling to the ground
Others see them when they rub their eyes
It's Strange but no big surprise
Do you even know why?
An active retina or a lie?
Do your research, do it right
Hopefully you too will see the light