Best Sine Poems
Red Cloud....
These reminiscing waters have grown somewhat stagnant now; mirthless repose
It seems as the shimmering simile river begins its, millennials requiem
Canines still echoing somewhere beyond the sunlit sparkling of her eyes ~
While as their hunters now gather amid the densely diluted cannabis woods
In search of this lone gray wolf; Calaxial, their long sought after prize....
Sine qua nons aurora borealis' zenith from afar, his guide; apsis
Her fragrant scent beyond the wildflower clusters afore this linden twilights
Reflections of resplendencies graceful contours within, her beauties silkened coat ~
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{Amid Renaissonic Refurb}
Today, I reversed my clock
turned it backwards
like counter clockwise
changed the numbers on the face
To wind back the days
to undo the ways
To come back upon a place
that is forever in my memory
Was then I had a thought
into the other realms
Of a new kind of world
to take back the helms
One where we get good for the good
and bad gets bad for the hold
Turning us back
to never get old
Its a new way of thinking
a new kind of time
a new kind of longevity
a new kind of rhyme
a new kind of discovery
a new kind of feeling
a new kind of reality
a new kind of healing
When we change how we think
and our thoughts in that line
Its a secret I know
of this wave of the sine
The planet turns counter clock wise
The solar system turns counter clock wise
The galaxy turns in proximity of that
The highest of leaders
all knew of this chat
And this is how they got us all turned wrong
we've been misled
for time does not exist
its only behind
And its in the written mysteries
That only we can find
if we only learned to think with our 'own' mind.
Trigo
Trigonometry.
Angle repeated to infinity.
Triangulate an epic sine.
I've far too often crossed a line.
A line that lies on the hypotenuse.
And whisks its way into my muse.
That tangent is frequently opposite.
The place where wearily I sit.
And dreams of triangles fill my head.
Yet spherical lobotomies fill me with dread.
I cannot understand these simple theories.
Perhaps because they are portrayed as dreary.
Trigonometry
Trigo
Trigonumeracy.
Words would remain caged as her eyes gazed at mine
She resided in my Maths and Science book back in Grade nine
She visited me in my sleep; my dreams were no longer mine
According to my mom, my grades were no longer fine
She solved simultaneous equations for me with her exquisite smile
Took over my Trigonometry, I was Sine while she became Cosine
Theta became love to this heart of mine
Selfishness took over; the strategy was to make her mine
Formed new Laws of Physics, the attraction I could no longer hide
Dark brown watery eyes that made my feet lose a straight line
She remained the X Axis and I the Y Axis that never intersected her line
I could claim that she eventually became mine
but gravity took over as this love intertwined
I fell so hard but I was fortunate to be rescued by this pen of mine
I guess she will never know, Phumlani Mthethwa
Aisle never no watt kame over mi
too sine up four that coarse.
Eye shirley mussed halve lost my scents
oar bin throne off my hoarse.
They said they'd teach mi how two right,
know knead too halve thee blews...
and awl sew how too spell reel good
like own that grate Fochs Gnus.
Aye rote this peace of poet tree
and then wee red it awl allowed.
Then eye ran it threw thee spell Czech;
it was sew rite too dew yew prowed.
They taut mi how two bee a barred;
isle hall it inn two class today.
Aisle halve too take sum English Lit;
eyed knot take it annie other weigh.
By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining 'tll we exist
entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key will be called escape and which restore?
What impulse may span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.
kachi umer mein jajbaat the
kachi umer mein umeed
kachi umer mein khaab the
kachi umer mein dil khush rehta tha
kachi umer mein chehra hasta
kachi umer mein dunian khoobsurat thi
kachi umer mein josh
kachi umer mein zindagi zindagi lagti thi
kachi umer mein rishte khoobsurat
kachi umer mein sari dunia apni lgti thi
kachi umer mein rossein the
kachi umer pe pyar
kachi umer mein ishq ho gyea
kachi umer mein ishq ki pyas thi
kachi umer mein ishq mein har sans thi
kachi umer mein chaand chaand ni mehboob ka chehra tha
kachi umer mein sapno jaisi dunia thi bekhabar haqikat se pare.. .dunian dari se na kabi dare....
kachi umer mein dost dosty ka ehsas dete the
jaise hi umer dalne lgi jajbaat kya hai har dhadkan samjhne lgi
jaise hi umer pakne lgi har sans main ni aaugi kehne lgi
jaise hi umer sal gujar gai harpal har ehsas zindagi haar gai
jaise hi din raat chhut te gaye har jajbaat dhere dhere tut te gaye
jaise hi raatein kat ti gai.....har pyar ki ghadi nafrat mein batt ti gai...
jaise log naye milte gaye har rishte alvidah kehte gaye.
jaise hi ishq mein padte gaye..dard se gujarte gaye
jaise hi ishq mein gujarte gaye.ankh se aashoon behte gaye
jaise hi pyar ke chehre dikhte gaye ishq ke jajbaat sare mit te gaye
jaise hi hum badte gaye waise khudki awaj sun na chhodte gaye
jaise hi dard badte gaye hum dunian se alag hote gaye
khudko bhoolte gaye jajbaat mitate gaye
jhutha mutha hsate gaye
khali khali ho gai zindagi eskadar din raat gujarte gaye
dard se badta gyea sine mein dil
dardse badti gai jine mein tadap
kash abh sochte hai hum ishq na kerte
hum mohabbat na kerte
na tutte itna na ehsas chut te itna
kash jee sakte auroo ki tarah
kash jee sakte dil se
har ehsas se
har jajbaat se
har khaab se
har umeed se
har arjoo se
har khushi se
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de,
Khwahise mohabbat to tere dil me b h,
Dar h k tu ise kahi badal na de.
Majboor h mera dil apni aadto se,
Tujhe dekh har baar fishalta h,
Tu dur rah meri nazro se,
zra iss dil ko to sambhalne de.
Ishqe izaazat dil ko hamne naa di,
ye to teri adaaon ka maara h,
Tere pyar me mere bahke kadam,
Aur mera dil bechara h,
Sambhal leta iss dil ko,
phr socha thora tere pyar me ise jalne de.
Nazro ne dekha aur ho gai mujhse pyar ki khata,
Zra in nazro ko inke khata ki sza to Milne de.
Dil ka kya kasoor tha jb tumse nazre mili,
Dil toota kai baar, jb szaae mohabbat mili,
Rok leta dil ko apne,
phr socha zraa mohabbat me iss dil ko pighalne de.
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de.
"Species Nova"
A letter from Horace
today, I read,
he sends his ample
split dichotomy
he’s a writer with
novel ambitions
to shake the world
of reality up a little
make his mark
he will be read
poets are extraordinary
creatures, when extracting
charms and chimaeras
out from their heads
but isn’t that life?
my over self said
sic vita est
sine loco
ars poetica
species nova
from the place of
nothingness emerges
fromless evolution
in laureate nature
stet ante bellum
sine loco
ars poetica
sic vita est
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"He can be lofty sometimes,
yet he is also full of ...
charm and grace,
versatile in his figures,
and felicitously daring
in his choice of words..."
Friendship
F orget-me-nots start blooming in the vales
R oses, yellow, grow to withstand small gales
I dyllic is the feel that it births in friends
E ncouragement and joy should be its ends
N ights turn serenely cool with friendship thoughts
D ays too should become joyous and less hot
S ensuous or even sensual could turn this bond
H appiness for all , its true sine-qua-non
I ntrospect often, navigating this ship
P eace , it engenders, during times of hardships.
@ 20 Apr 2013
For Becca's 'What a Friend really is'
Form: Acrostic/couplet
I was pondering the adage
"a rolling stone gathers no moss."
If that is true would rolling moss
be 'street legal?' Or possession of a
controlled substance?
It is just a thought!
It brings to the forefront another adage.
"moss always grows on the
north side of the tree."
I can see a couple of cronies walking
in the woods. One asks the other,
"what happened to the north side
of the tree?"
The other answers, "you know what
happened to the north side of the
tree as well as I do, we smoked it!"
Sine Die
Death tegit et mens impetro lost in tempore.
Desidero labris tuis
Quantum olim Jesus.
Deum nos, sed fieri sentio traditur.
Tulit te sine cogitatione me
Vota
Somnis
Spes esse te
Hopefully, quod futurum esse
I tactus decipiaris
Vestra rideat
Deus me ludos iocosque
Media cadunt
Et somnium somnio
Sed somnis deficeretur
Porrigere I
Sed ne tetigeritis
Commodule me manent
Non flevi
Venio
Erimus sicut speravimus semper, mi.
Camp rape before we were deported.
Camouflage, the only identity of whom had her pregnant.
I bet my exile, not even bribes were executed.
A sin not a crime, the heart carries the statement.
See, evil servant will not leave footprints in the crime scene.
Evidence collected before we was aborted.
Light died, blackness is not haunted.
Term of manipulation, they never cared.
So well brainwashed, we were not scared
Errands the other side had inward more progressed.
The whole thing is a project.
Deeds of subjects cover pockets.
Egos fed with politics over the budget.
Disease for the job, another honor for a donor
Son of the soil, a handful harvest of Bohemia.
You fell for what the artist depicted?
Eat it, the doctor instructed.
Reversed expiry date, appetite had us distrusted.
A puzzle that cannot be completed.
You do not have to come back and apologize for being wanted.
A witness to crimes not reported
Looks like locks broken, a library that remains open.
Black token, clearly different how white spoken.
"Audi alter-am sine prejudice" the true advert was stolen.
The people, please.
Sweet and happy it is...
Crests and troughs like a sine wave,
Bitter and painful it is.
To Debbie - A dedication
Yours is the beauty to quench the thirst
of hearts of men, so love-forlorn
The truth of passion, yours alone
and only you can love-reborn.
And many shall flock to you en-masse
with dire a need to love inflame
I too, in hope, shall wait my turn
so strong the urge to feel the same.
The essence of love is all of you
and you, and you, and you, again
You are the true ‘sine qua non’
for love to be a worthy gain
Please gift to me a right to taste
of this good thing the heart creates
Please let me cast a longing gaze
upon the face that loving sates.
(The Fg 81.5.8)