Best Symmetric Poems
It was the Main Street hangout for the teenagers of its day.
For a nickel they could dream as they heard the jukebox play!
Wispy white metal chairs surrounded tables topped with glass.
(There were secluded booths where lads could woo their lass!)
From the tin covered ceiling hung a fan with its whirring blade,
And arrayed along the soda fountain were the tools of the trade.
Symmetric white and black tiles covered the spotless floor.
A gleaming steel and marble counter completed its bright decor!
Presiding over all was a guy oddly named the "soda jerk."
Clad in impeccable white, he took great pride in his work.
He was a wizard at his craft and when his sorcery was done,
He'd whipped up a heavenly treat that couldn't be outdone!
A Hamilton mixer, scoops and ladles were the tools of his trade.
In a trice he'd make a root beer float or some tasty lemonade,
Hot fudge sundae, banana split, soda or strawberry shake,
Cherry coke or any such concoction you'd ask him to make!
The "soda jerk" did his duties with consummate skill and grace,
Always with a ready quip and a contented smile upon his face.
Fast food joints or drive-ins today do not have that elegant flair,
That yesteryear's soda fountains and ice cream parlors had to share!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I want to kiss you
Your lips send endless invitation,
And I crave the sweetness therein,
For It is like the honey that flows from the vineyards of timnah.
I want to kiss you.
I desire to wipe every gloss on your lip with the gusto of my tongue.
The parting of your lips is like the road between the red Sea,
And I want to walk in there. I wouldn't mind if I still manage to drown.
I want to kiss you
With my hands holding your symmetric hips,
Teeth smashing teeth,
Tongue greeting tongue,
And our lips embracing each other in no particular rhythm.
I want to kiss you
The softness of your lips reminds me of your heart - how soft and kindhearted you are.
The whiteness of your teeth reminds me the purity of your love.
But the whole of you is the definition of my cravings.
I want to kiss you,
But that is not all I want.
I want all of you.
At first I smiled just to get along,
I adopted the mask of love and joy,
Most of it was an artificial song,
This madness, falseness, darkness little ploy,
Was something that helped me get by.
Little did I speak, little did I know,
That somewhere along the lines, my brown eyes,
Reflected the happiness, that bright glow.
Soon, lies became real; no longer a fake,
I began to love, see all life flourish.
Whether ‘twas by fate or just a mistake,
Nevertheless, I wish not to perish.
With a resounding heartbeat so profound,
And a passionate desire to yell,
I began to walk with my heart, gray sound,
My footsteps crunch above the true tell tale,
Of a gloomy child afraid to walk.
Gray is a lovely color, is it not?
Some see it plain, as special as a block.
Combination of light and dark, sought,
The answer, borderline, neutrality,
My heart, very core, is the color gray.
Tranquility, Safeguard Stability,
I love my family, friends, the sun’s rays.
When life is uncomfortably hectic,
Find a new reason, purpose to smile.
Don’t have to be whole, normal, symmetric,
It can help you finish twenty miles!
This gray heart, though petite and fragile,
Is the only one I've got and I love.
What color is your heart? Strong or agile?
Bright, sensitive, hidden in an alcove?
But I know you can do it, so hurry,
Finish your marathon with your heart chrome,
But don’t trip, wipe your tears, almost there-- See!
Your friends and family waiting at home.
Deep, blue seas of intelligence are the first thing that you see,
As her eyes draw you deeper in and subject you to her mystery.
Then you notice waves of auburn hair surrounding a symmetric face;
With each individual strand falling perfectly into place.
The redness of her glossy lips reveals shiny, pure, white teeth,
Subtly formed in an angelic smile with devilish thoughts down underneath.
Rosy cheeks both round and plump, adds color to her skin;
The only conflict on the silk smooth surface is the dimple in her chin.
Her nose is perfectly centered; round and button cute -
Although you wish to speak to her, her beauty has turned you mute.
Eyebrows add expression with each rise and sullen fall;
You simply stand there frozen, trying to ingest it all.
Then suddenly she turns and goes, but her beauty stays behind;
Implanted as an impression to always remain there on your mind.
Is life truly good healthy wealth
because I wanted it to be that way,
or because it truly is good health wealth
that we all want to become?
Yes, probably both.
And the reverse might be pathologically true as well.
One Elder saying
less often found in wisdom literature
than versions of Golden Rules and Ratios:
"Never harvest more than half."
This self-taking acts both ecologically
and analogically
as a Reverse Golden Rule.
WinWin ecopolitical and psychological
positive optimization of health outcome
rules and ratio estimations:
Never ego-take
more than half of what you need,
want,
prefer,
believe is your right
in cooperation with Others' competing rights.
Golden EcoPolitical Rule, Corollary:
Always give back and re-invest grace received,
at least half,
with WinWin gratitude.
Because the healthiest, most robustly resilient, flexible half of ecological ratios
is LeftBrain Both-And blind and mute Yin
co-arising dipolarity,
bilateral co-intelligence
of yin plus yin equals yin times yin
and, thus, yin-squared-fractals
are equivalent to holonic-holy-sacred double-bound octave harmonic Yang,
4Based geometric thermodynamic dimensional
linear and symmetric plane balance,
the enculturing landscape
where Yang remains contented
timelessly with always re-investing in RightBrain Yin
as Mother Earth
has ego50%/eco50%
re-invested in creating ecopolitical you.
Is life truly good healthy wealth
because Ego wanted me to be that way,
or because EarthLifeTribe truly is good health wealth
that Ego wants to continue becoming,
conjoining,
dipolar co-arising
WinWin?
Life is up to half about how you choose to play our relationships
with you,
but the remainder is about which ecopolitically ruled and ratioed games
we have learned to play,
WinWin global species democratic
or WinLose nationalistic
patriarchal dominant,
ego-ubercentric plutocratic,
Elitist EcoPolitics,
lacking our fair-share of grace to re-invest in Earth
and gratitude for health50%-wealth50%
patriarchal50%-matriarchal50%
yang50%-yin50%
convex50%-concave dualdark 50% gifts received.
There are other Elder teachings
about Yang Light and Yin DualDark co-gravitating nurturing flowstreams,
Earth's original revolving-spiraling ecological Mentors.
Both beautiful bright butterflies and bees
Fluttering over flourishing flower fields
In sustaining space and symmetric ease
All the gentle joys a wonderland yields
Fluttering over flourishing flower fields
My persistent sounds are softly heard
All the gentle joys a wonderland yields
As a calico kitten, I meow and purr
My persistent sounds are softly heard
Rolling and frolicking on God’s earth
As a calico kitten, I meow and purr
Slipping and falling over plants and dirt
Rolling and frolicking on God’s earth
In sustaining space and symmetric ease
Slipping and falling over plants and dirt
Both beautiful bright butterflies and bees
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Written 2-23-2016
For 'Kitten and Butterflies' Contest sponsored by Eve Roper
First Place
Look at my rough externality
My coarse exterior scrapes
And can be felt to be irregular
As I enjoy the harsh landscapes
I have colors of black and gray
Nothing exciting I must say
I am the size of a basic marble
But not as smooth or symmetric
I can fit in the hands
Of a kids dirty palm
Perfect size to be thrown
In anger or as in play
I’m confident in my pride
As being a little stone
May you find me alluring
As a child already does
Oh,scare the little children
frighten them with blood
titillate their new born needs
warn them of the flood.
Steal their nascent power
chart the Churches course.
Bind them with the force of sin
give each one a cross.
Stall their power to learn
insight from actions
by claiming all for the Church
faith's a transaction.
Bribe the little children first
with milk and honey
damn the warts the rough cohorts
the un-symmetric few.
Oh,scare the little children
sacrifice in fire
Burn the heathen hordes now
their bodies on a pyre.
Write for them a fairy tale
a holy book of two
gather all their ego dreams
turn for them the screw.
OH scare the little children
the large ones and the small
if He keeps them from their power
why he can have it all.
*The Crusades
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070812003310AAdWrZw
*The Medival and Spanish Inquisition lasted of 500 years, caused about 6,000 deaths. These atrocities are completely inexcusable. The Inquisition tortures and death were inexcusable. I echo the voice of John Paul II "Forgive us Lord, Never Again"
To reconnect with Earth
as sensed by our Right mindbodies,
we need only recall
how healthy life looked and felt
absorbingly smelled
and softly smacked
as a wealthy infant panentheist
Yet within EarthMother's warm womb
producing manna from SkyHeaven,
perfectly organic nutritional values
and commodities
and purposes and vocations
for your enculturing transformation
as EarthHeaven's body/mind future
YangYolk within transparent sensexual eggs
hatching ego/eco politically vulnerable
Yang/Yintegrity
Neurally firing Left deductive
as Right inductive,
WeMind/MeBody vice versa,
Dominant convex OVER recessive concave
Me/We regenerative rhythms
and songs
and dancing polycultures
Zero-Soul symmetric
polynomial in/ex-formative
complex bio/geo-systems.
There you are
here we are,
sucking and breathing in eco-individuation
to exhale rich compost for synthesis
of Earth's co-habiting atmosphere,
seasonal functions,
co-gravitational frequencies,
bionically dipolar DNA
informing positive (+) convex,
OVER ex-formating -(-) negative concave,
bicameral paradox
regenerating our ego/ecoconscious
panentheistic re-emergence.
To reconnect with sacred EarthTribe
we need only recall
we expect ourselves to recreate Heaven
with Earth's still growing infants
Still win/win
eco/ego-partisan trauma-free
peaceful co-messiahs
within sacred EarthMother's
warm-wombing organic incubator
Cooperatively enlightened
and win/win empowered
in win/lose wounded
monotheistic wombs
reproducing panentheistic manna
regenerations of healthy sacred Me-bodies
communing within a DNA/RNA enriched sea
of wealthy bicameral We-minds
ReConnecting with sacred Earth
co-passioned by Left/Right bipartisan
dipolar co-arising
monotheistic wealthy ego-time
sharing peak panentheistic
healthy eco-womanist space.
Metamorphosis: a word for butterflies,
Said the science textbook in school,
Positive transformations connoted her young soul.
Age brought in a new realisation,
Life, a one-way road with two destinies,
The darker one a metamorphosis too.
The endlessly bleak days,
Dwindling success,
Slipping confidence,
Broken dreams,
The road to change now a narrow old bridge,
Fragile and frail to support her lofty dreams,
Permanency etched in this new route,
Metamorphosis it was; not a passing phase.
Yet, butterflies her eyes chose to see,
Bright pupils midst tear streaked face,
Light shone on the narrow bridge,
Carefully she lugged her weight.
The caterpillar crawled, awkward and slow,
The bridge creaked, threatening to break,
Yet held on to this struggle everyday,
Patiently trudging to the light ahead.
Metamorphosis, still a double-edged sword,
All her struggles could tip her either way,
Yet, she chose the route with pain,
Trying to metaphorse yet again.
She knew it was a story of win or die,
A second dark metamorphosis she wouldn't survive,
Yet this turnaround she chose,
To gloomy life, she refused to bend.
Cocoon she became, the saddest soul alive,
Tears became her appetite,
Broken she was in a thousand pieces,
Her delicate spirit a ruined mess.
The pain made her numb and weak,
Shallow breaths and fiery cheeks,
She closed her eyes, her bright pupils gleaming,
She felt her soul float, she felt existence cease.
But, most of all she felt her eyes open,
Her lips curved a natural smile.
Wings she bore as beautiful and delicate as her spirit,
Her body she felt, weightless and symmetric,
Effortlessly, she flew upwards,
Gliding through the wind, peaceful and sound.
Embodiment she now was, of beauty and success and all things gold.
Bleak fluorescent rooms a thing of the past,
The bridge her metamorphosis, the pain her badge of honour,
She knew it was her destiny, sweet success and enchanting beauty,
She wasn't made for this toil and grub.
Yet, that was her life, the struggles and the pain.
She was now, an angelic dream,
A lover's ballad, a sailor's home.
She was a child's wish, a fairy tale,
A land of exotic fruits, a colourful maze.
She was a drug, an elixir of life,
An ecstatic dream, a virgin queen.
She exists as immortal bliss,
Her scent seaming all earthly souls.
I want that symmetric intensely electric kind of love, when our eye's meet and lips kiss we are in bliss lost in our love's beautiful abyss kind of love. Mathematically our love =infinite and for each other we would travel the galaxy I want that deeper than the ocean, true devotion of endless emotions kind of love.
I have mastered the art of leaving.
The art of symmetric mirror-imaged parting hands
The sad shaped angel eyes
The running mascara
The sleepy goodbyes
The transient embraces causing permanent damage
The shaky voices
The interrupted heart beats
The running away
The crawling back
The silent sighs
The unanswered whys
The hanging of unattained broken dreams on little key chains
The biting of lips
And caging of unspoken desires
I have mastered the art of leaving.
I was never right –
So I left, I left and I left –
Until leaving had become my forte
My field of expertise.
We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!
Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!
Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!
Corn Snake
Coiled in the path, a shining astonishment.
The dogs bark furiously and for a moment
all creation surrounds this bright singularity,
gleaming eyes cheap as Indian beads,
markings as sinuously symmetric
as loops scribed on an ancient potshard.
Certainly a harmless, useful creature, and yet....
A forked tongue flicks and the heart stops.
The ape-thing awakens, that slouching hater
of all that slither and scurry low upon the Earth.
Is there some meaning to this old loathing?
The wind stirs the pines, but signifies nothing.
The sky is blank and the world is mute.
The old answer seems as good as any --
the serpent, the woman, the tree, the fruit.
The mind fractures
and motes grow roots
beneath fabrication.
These are my eyes that see
another reality, where shadows crawl
like fingers upon a chalk board,
and torrent that spews from my tongue
is a voice I’ve never heard,
all that history buried beneath pseudo-reality
an angel mum who folded her wings
to ride the devil bare-back
and a sister who seduced
her father, her brother, a façade mother
releasing this monster in me.
He did no wrong
just stepped a little to close,
shattered the ambit of personal space
until I could lick his cologne,
-bastard-
fouling my shroud, threatening my superiority.
(why is it always surprise
that leaks from their eyes,
when bone and blade are fused)
I am negative god,
shearing a rib to take life;
returning all to dust
and steel is my power, my glory
for ever and ever.. amen.
His (my) fear lingered,
staining the air infecting my (his) lungs;
his (my) screams lightning in my brain
as I carved sin from his (my) smile.
There was flesh, red, raw flesh,
like road-kill scattered across the golden mile;
a menstruation of moonless blood,
pooled with sweat and urine.
-so sweet, sensual-
[This wasn’t me]
Quickly now,
spear the eyes like lollipops;
“see no evil”
Split the tool of lies;
“speak no evil”
Take the possibility of truth;
“hear no evil”
This man (me?),
lining the gutter like an unfinished take-away,
the main course of rats buffet,
with a long crooked smile
beneath the place it ought to be,
and I,
floundering in a maelstrom
of ecstasy from this person
that is (not) me.