Best Singularities Poems
Pull out the easel
set the canvas
positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
to charcoal-cooled coals
etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities
slipping in and out the background
earth-toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
hard and disfigured
grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul-drained eyes
skeletal socket holes
buried in the heart and mind;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
in wonder, awe, and
fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the storyline
flaking and cracking
tearing each soul and truth away;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds
quiet, soft exuding
whimpered cries, asking why;
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
fading to diluent breaths
the heartbeat of an unholy silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
releasing sfumatos of singularities
communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition
camouflage the realities,
the actuality of what it represents,
Time immemorial in genocidal atrocities
of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians,
Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
The never-ending list
life is more precious than this
until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
pray
then act.
Categories:
singularities, africa, art, dark, grief,
Form:
Imagism
I, too, dislike poems.
I’ve tried runes (and rampikes)
but that’s affected
rather than merely effete.
So I call them
figments.
When people query
What do you write?
at a barbecue or birthday party
I say soliloquies,
fractals,
fragments.
Self-similarities,
singularities,
sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series,
three dimensional triangles, spheres
and differential equations,
fractured fairy tales,
Rocky and Bullwinkle,
rectal impactions.
On the other hand,
bits, bots, bytes
remnants, scrap, earth
gobs of phlegm in grains of sand,
shards of glass in a slice of hell,
hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face
sub-atomic particles, cell organelles,
chunks of energy, cookie crumbs,
rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts,
just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.
Categories:
singularities, birthday, earth, pain, people,
Form:
Free verse
Awake on a numb dark night he wonders--
tired cells of his existence blazing
on fiery topanga in crushed slumber.
Anxious, chained, gasping at barriers
of individuality or a species that contain
appeasements in layered singularities
or contradictions in linear multitudes.
He drags himself to a paraphernalia,
his search for conquests shivers
in tangled cobwebs his fingers dance
to grand designs of his fantasies.
Oh! how he habitually gets drenched
in warm showers of colliding galaxies,
exploding curses of humanity in hammock,
Aesop's fables plagued in sloth.
His trembling raptures of oceans azure
send chills down the spine of raging coal.
Elevators of his dark realities push him
to take a fall as the Lady of Shalott
atop old cliff of his clueless journeys,
burning mankind, wars, paranoia but wait--
blurred visions of forgotten land arise,
painted from a million oscillations in cosmos,
unwritten pages of blood red stories
crushed and absorbed in soils of time,
simmered to seeds of hopes in his mind--
his fingers dance to tunes of a faint voice,
a dead soul sings amid a snowstorm,
'Oh come crushed souls, let's sleep tonight,
tomorrow you'll squeeze some lost hope in light'.
June 16, 2020
CRUSHED Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
~Premiere Contest Winner: 9th Place
Categories:
singularities, anxiety, conflict, dark, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Wormholes winding wackily in space-time
Time twists and turns endlessly in space -time
Pulsars pirouetting with perfection in space-time
Singularities sitting silently waiting in space-time
Nascent nebula nestling together in space-time
Galaxies gorgeously gleaming spinning in space-time
Asteroids appearing aimless moving in space-time
Comets creating chaos as they travel in space-time
Divine deity’s design or quantum chance space-time
Universe unfurling unabated creating space-time
Bejewelled beauty begotten of space-time
Only a poet can promise perfection to match that which we dwell in.
Categories:
singularities, beauty, space, universe,
Form:
Alliteration
From April to
September
our children’s ages
comprised
a power series - 2,
4, 8
then 8 turned 9
and the series
crumbled
though 2 & 4
remained
but in February - 4
turns 5
and all is lost
until April
when 2 turns 3
and we have 3 & 9
until September
when all
permutations
disappear.
Acquaintances,
including my wife
think it’s peculiar
that I
a) note,
b) remark, and
c) write a poem
on these vanishing
singularities
Maybe they're
right.
Categories:
singularities, age,
Form:
Free verse
Sunset, occurring daily (and as such, no miracle by the nature of the word),
calls me again to it's evening forum, where I, though vaguely moved to testify - again, only watch.
I watch...And as ever, am left rippling with the quiet swell of majestic privilege felt from inception (I am certain) by each and every oak tree born of ancestral crops in earths red canyons - Intrinsically original, yet universally indistinguishable from it's likewise peerless brothers.
A part of the whole.
I myself am human and in so being, have been much exposed to the impossible pink of a newborn day and to the breeze of sky blue it becomes with age. But this ongoing cycle of singularities leaves me unimpressed...
It is the sunset I await.
The sunset, who, unlike it's younger selves, is fast running out of time. Yet, who each night still requests my audience and waits patiently while I (no miracle myself, by the nature of the word!) valiantly attempt perfect attendance.
Tonight, though I am only here as a bystander, the sunset, now in it's twilight moments, asks a few words of me.
And tonight, I speak...
For I have long awaited the day when, at it's end, I could tell the beautiful sunset all that it has meant to me. And thank it for the elegant gift it has been my honor to accept each and every evening of my life. This being so, now I stand and my face awash in it's molten light,
I whisper to it from my reverent pew...
And the story I tell is one not only of it's own magnificence
But also of mine...
Categories:
singularities, beauty, imagery, joy, sky,
Form:
Free verse
ROCKS IN OUR HEADS
On the precipice of reality, a golden boulder came to rest
Refusing to go over the top, just teetering upon the edge
People gather from all around, spellbound by such a sight
Believing it's a sign from god, build a temple atop in delight
A random event one of many, across our universe every day
Inexplicable, undeniable moments of happenstance at play?
Thought provoking, prayer invoking, indeed god evoking life
Why does nature stop marbles dead, on the edge of a knife
A proposition to intelligence, logic doesn't stand a chance
Every problem thought solved, merely one human glance
Scratching away at the surface, scratching away our heads
Eventually exposes brain tissue, more often gravel beds
Spacetime curves in on itself, wormholes let through light
Photons can traverse Indian file, singularities have no size
Infinity never even started, now it's here, refusing to end
Looking closer at that golden boulder, it's really quite a gem
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Categories:
singularities, allusion, god, humanity, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Concrete entities
dead grass singularities
subliminal quakes
Categories:
singularities, age, conflict, death, holocaust,
Form:
Haiku
I love this silence
It must have been like this that night
When God gave evidence
Of time hidden in eternity
And said: let there be light
Only God could mute
Immutability, and refute nothing
With his presence absolute
For what absolutely is must
Exist alone, and with nothing else
Can be but cannot be known
And even so I, another creator
Using words to make galaxies
Out of dream, must forever be
Alone. Writing is a silent art
But wait until I speak my mind
Aloud, wait until the lightning
Before the thunder roars
I shall be suddenly still.
Categories:
singularities, religion, science, god, god,
Form:
Free verse
The absolute God consumes all dimensions
With absolute singularities
No antithesis is contained, and no oppositions
Since no other possibilities
Exist that is not consumed
So what are these I presumed?
Can love like fractured light so many shadows
Show? Can I to know still yearn
For things that no existence know? The sorrows
Of life fly my soul like a tern
Through obdurate sky, to bring
My soul from the water's depth rising
On soaring wings of faith alone. My God possess
The all I am and incomplete
And by divine grace nurture my lonely brokennes
With joys for praise replete
To come, to thy kingdom
From my crooked perch of wisdom.
Categories:
singularities, faith, inspirationalgod, god,
Form:
Verse
These graphite singularities
contain universes
unconceived,
awaiting
the Big Bang
of inspiration, but
narrative particles
escape like
Hawking radiation --
gravity’s diminution
evaporatively slow,
nearly virtual,
and random.
Categories:
singularities, allegory
Form:
Free verse
Longing floods my soul
For that first time we met
In our secret sylvan grove
Far from prying eyes
Where you first uncoverered
To me your silky alabaster globes
With their darkly crimson rings.
Then did the whole world seem alive
As every fibre of my being danced
In our communion with nature
In the union of our bodies.
How rich was that moment
As we lost our singularities
To become truly one and universal.
Now frailty enfeebles my frame
And I recognise that never again
Will we relive that glimpse of eternal ecstasy.
But the flame lives on in memory
And it will brightly burn
As long as our hearts beat true.
Never will I forget you.
Categories:
singularities, beauty, desire, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
(dancing
celestial
objects)
o--*--o
******
o--------------------o
o--*--o
_______!_______
....}~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~{....
(revolving
sea of
stars)
o--*--o
******
?_____________?
o--*--o
_______!_______
(cosmic detonations)
....{~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~}....
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
(devouring
dark
singularities)
*--o--*
**--**
**
*
.
Categories:
singularities, nature, space, spiritual,
Form:
Concrete
This kindred of separation
this breed apart
this top of the food chain
and its self distinction by the manipulation of thumbs
This arrogance of intelligence
with its pocket-sized reasoning of knowledge
and by default applies its logic
this incongruent species of taking everything for granted
These nations of waring factions
and the tyrannies of their religions
and all their obsessive obsessions with death
and all their cognitive dissonance of life
All the distractions
the desperate intentions
to impart some measure of meaning
some inkling of purpose for a life they have never really lived
Predisposed to elitism
by their own sense of division
this bipedal predator of vertebrate mammalian
assumes all of creation was only created for them
And in their frustration
and with their playground experience
they build all manner of weapons
to beat the crap out of the people living with them
Still the sun shines
and only by its grace do they continue to exist
all the quantum theories and universal singularities
do not help them with catharsis
they survive only by the elements of a planetary symbiosis
Categories:
singularities, world,
Form:
Free verse
A cold berating
light-erasing rope
survives
relentless
entropy
(another year ends
another variant contends)
Desolate debris in
empty
erroneous caves
swallow
blank pages
submerged in
mind-warping seas
where flying memes
wait for normalcy
where words freeze
& thoughts
become sadistic
(a poisoned (out of mind) mind
crawls on the radar)
Trapped
in a gray tomb:
the inert inerrants
flounder in
a mephistic stench
expecting no mercy from
theocreptilian overlords
not really
here/there/or somewhere
(humanoid insects
loiter in scarred streets
awaiting
a comedic deluge)
A symphony composed
by the Great Alpha Dog:
a transfixed audience
staring at a monotonous Monolith
in a cold nocturnal
past/present/future wherein
3 homicidal HALs dwell
along with
one serene Star-Child
singing:
daisy dazy dada adad
(in a masked requiem)
Earth:
a disastrous
dithering hologram
discombobulated by
collapsed singularities
losing time
waiting for deliverance
from devolution
waiting for Sir Godot
as vituperative viruses
inherit the wind
This will end in the end:
a cosmic tragic dream
of infinite periods pointing to
pugilistic demigods swimming
in an illuminated lake of illuminati
near the careless trees in the breeze
populated by a Counterclockwise Orange
led by the
Four Jackasses
of the apocalyptic
Anticlimax
Categories:
singularities, dark, society, surreal, word
Form:
Free verse