Best Topology Poems
The stars up yonder glitter in one accord
The fast moving clouds shaped like a blunt sword
The fireflies in the distance light up our meadow
Their lights cast sparingly on our corning glass window
Our mansion was carefully crafted and built
In the country side, it has this magnificent tilt
Made of expensive material and state-of-the art technology
It was a beauty to behold considering its unique topology
My wife lay on the third floor of an enchanting bedroom
Kissing and caressing sloppily her handsome groom
And voice-commanding the lights to give us some privacy
As we gradually climbed to technological ecstasy
why...the speed of light?
sit...a moment please : )
cofcof...
each neural network dimensions time fractionally as
all...
be change and relative
nothings...
with respect times days passing without exact repeats
but...
that they are here then gone as all the tomorrows are
only...
absentees with respect present hourly relative differences
counted...
numbered as a/the being of something constant about times passing
topology...
where-in/on the being of a now is but as just some momentary bubble
image...
with spherical constants representing a depth in times passing
geometry...
andt upon the constant passing absences of tomorrows yesterdays
seconds...
todays are defined in terms of what remains consistent about the
leftovers...
the sediments so to speak caught in the eddies of the geometric flow as
images...
of reflected on and offs of atomic quanta reflected in eyes at a constant
speed...
called that of light with respect to the movements in our percieved
images...
stan sand
(sorry...no time for a re-read and corrections)
The Cartographer of Maybe
© Ashok Jahagirdar
The map I was given is fading now,
Its borders, drawn in another’s hand,
Are bleeding at the edges.
The roads, so straight and promised,
End abruptly at a cliff
Overlooking a sea of questions.
The legend’s key—a child’s sure script
Of “always,” “never,” “wrong,” and “right”—
Dissolves like mist in morning air,
A topology of borrowed light.
A Dizzying Freedom
I am drawing my own coastlines,
Tracing the capes and inlets of my becoming.
The compass spins, a dizzying freedom,
And north is wherever I plant my feet,
A little lost, a little wild,
Charting the wilderness of maybe.
The Shedding
This new parchment is my own skin,
Stretched taut across the ribs of hope,
The ink, a blend of scar and dream.
I sketch a bay of Solitude,
Where tides of thought can ebb and flow;
I dare to mark a mountain, Failure,
Its height now something I must know.
The Equinox
Let the old chart curl and blacken,
The map I was given is fading now,
Its borders, drawn in another’s hand,
Are bleeding at the edges.
The roads, so straight and promised,
End abruptly at a cliff
Overlooking a sea of questions.
I am drawing my own coastlines,
Tracing the capes and inlets of my becoming.
The compass spins, a dizzying freedom,
And north is wherever I plant my feet,
A little lost, a little wild,
Charting the wilderness of maybe.
I think I'll signal guru Bob that I've had enough
of his implicit stress therapy as he calls it
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a safe deposit box until the embrace is ended
with the last flood of disobdience
guru Bob waves his stumps
and I go nuts trying to figure out
the message behind the message
which was whatever happens
keep this out of the tabloids
I threw the Studebaker into reverse
and flamed the tires
in order to stop the madness
of hope divided by zero
as the horizon failed to recede
or vice versa being we were in reverse
years from now miners will
stumble upon these passages
and be unsure if this is the he or
the he behind the he somewhat
unable to repair the scrap heap damage
after having been repeatedly potty trained
by wrecking yard executives with cutting torches
fat as spring worms free like sniffing hyenas
fortunately sugar appears to be universally pleasing
have we gotten to the topology segment
what's wrong with a philosophy of surface
what's your sign
delusion A against delusion B
a cosmic food chain of ransoming angels
I'm just trying to avoid
the hell words like cooked and eaten
cooking with Rosetta Stone
eating with zealots and hangmen
in the how wide can you talk contest
where the taboo behind the taboo
reverses us to black plague status
and the subsequent violet plague too
where clouds of flies lurk in church doorways
their buzzing can be infinitely instructive
even if it's the last thing you hear
with a flat rock for a pillow
curse my clumsy adolescence
rosy dawn into evening's umber
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The party was great.
Wine flowed freely.
I was proud for my award,
A professor of Literature,
Even though I was young,
Tall and handsome, an attraction to most.
Suddenly Rita, a friend, grabbed me by my arm,
And smiling said: “Isn’t mathematical disciplines
Great tools for differential equations.”
I stared at her, thinking of insanity.
Who cares for mathematical equations?
But she insisted that differential geometry
And those of topology were important.
“Sweetheart,” I retorted. “John Donne would do better.”
She did not think so, as she grabbed me by my arm
And led me to the samples of fine wine.
“A pseudo holo morphic curve is so smooth,
I’m sure you’ll agree.” My nerves were now frayed.
I led her out into the garden towards the gazebo
And gave her my best sample of a French kiss.
She did not desist. It was fun.
Perhaps there was something worthwhile
Thinking on geometric equations.
SUM OF ALL POSSIBLE
A TWIST OF TIME
Quantum, a direct window into the heart of Reality
More of a philosophy than a rigorous morality
Electron fired through Double-slit experiment
Physicists and mathematicians make each other queasy in continuity
Sum of all ripple amplitudes in gravity
Twist time as an imaginary-number (i2 = -1) to trick congeniality
Feynman path integral entanglement
Our Reality is a sum of all possible locality
Timeless quantum leap sought immortality
Scientists throw Swiss-cheese space-time into hospitality
Mirror mirror on the wall, what is the fairest one of all?
wormholes, doughnuts, topology flighting for identity
All roads lead to one melody
Cope with teetering tower of infinity
Quantum quantum in the field, who is the spookiest one of all?
Einstein general relativity, Schrodinger cat’s vitality
Quantum, a direct window into the heart of Reality
More of a philosophy than a rigorous morality
Dying black holes predicament
Physicists and mathematicians sum up random walks in brutality
Land of the seas and glorious sunshine
Sparkling Pearl of the Orient Sealine
Strategically and truly well-placed
This great country's sun-kissed islands are laced
Lined up with palm fronds and coconut trees
salubrious climate that drives cool breeze
Pearls of Heaven lay scattered in the sea
Are the beautiful islands that we see
Historic past meets glorious future
Modern Philippines is poised to feature
Advancement in science, technology
Coupled with the country's topology
The common man is honest and simple
Hard work and forbearance is the symbol
Tributes to the great hero Jose Rizal
Somehow nation's progress is a puzzle
There are some problems that are hard to solve
But Philipino spirit can resolve
Economic revival it may face
With certain ingenuity and grace
if adams and eves be
hovels for souls
- and -
their bodies of some
thirty trillion cells
- then -
they average genes about
thirty five percent human
- meaning -
the adams and eves be as
two thirds earth eden garden
- soil -
mirroring all other life forms
seen in the earth eden mirror
- so that -
in caring for their own health
they be guard'ning the survival
- of earths -
stans sand
every new decade
..one of...
seven 'teen-wonder'
...questions...
was answered
...then...
it decayed to a
...wise-dome...
overhead reflecting
...time as...
simply a topology
...of...
wishing and doing
...and fates...
become 'reality-thoughts'
...inevitably as...
time is a type of mobius strip
...that...
is as self-supporting
...and we...
are part of the order
...of elements...
reflecting the whole set
...as...
the being of change
...nothing 'fixed'...
but mathematical constants
...lending form....
via irrational and transcendetal
...counts...
that reflect time being as
...change patterns...
of no permanent reality
...just randomness...
and a wise-dome called mind
stans sand
natures time-topology
...is such that...
hourly reflections never repeat exactly
...as irrational numbers define...
the extent of reality's time-image perseverance
...being as a bubble...
in now-moment physics termed as the quantum butterfly
...a geometric trefoil image...
as life's topological unseen-cause shape of eddies in the flow
...of irrational constants...
numbers defining sense
...as imaginary...
is the neural reality
stan sand
a topology of the letter-set (ydv)
yoga defines vacancy-yachting.....
dampening vacuum-yawns.....dictionaried-vaguenesses.....
yielding distorted vagrant-yarns.....
discussions virtually yearning detail.....
virtual yolks.....
disengage.....
vapor your daily ventures....
stan sand
i
don't
see it
all the time
that reality
which describes a reality
topology of thought that gives rise to ideas
that are as yet unproveable abstract concepts of the world as thing of mind that structures this
stan sand
how to make sense of it all
the sierpinski triangle
and topology of thought
together rockin so much
shaking worlds before our eyes
there just are no words for it
stan sand
burn me down
like Babylon
consume my flesh with fire
unquenchable
Desire
Raze me to the ground
scatter every brick
To the four winds
bury me
like Osiris
divided
divine sectioning
seconding
Sacralizing
phallicizing
Pour your living waters
down my throat
into my belly
and up from beneath
holify me
gushing, rushing
Living Water
sacral phallic water
energize me
Wholify me
receive me
willingly, this sacrifice
please me
please me
pacify me
resurrect me
Holify me
living waters never quench
Holy fire
Lavafy me
Molten living metals
running through every channel
veins, arteries, capillaries, nadis
Open me
i, the channel, emptied
eradicate me
Split me up the middle
reverse my topology
Outside like the Inside
precisely as the Inside
I receive you
Open me, Penetrate me
lava flowing up Inside me
like the infinite Outside
show me
the unbounded Abyss within
mirror still
Lake Placid
reflecting
Perfectly
not a ripple
but still vibrating
Energy
forever on fire
Lake Salome
the gushing wet birth
of the twenty-four-sided Jerusalem
forever on fire
With every gust of wind, secret taboo,
secreting a web a cocooned prison
of liquid knowing, flowing,
emulsifying impossibly old and new.
In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped,
desert bone flashed into
your consciousness a confident cajoling.
To stew, on the broth of you.
A teasing shot across your bough
of lost resistance and preservation
your eyes rolling white to the out of blue.
Sailing magnetic across it's salivate maw
and unflinching gaze
You are its pupil satellite Positron of drug,
positioned, strung shift of phase shift
of new vistas of truth and beauty unsealed,
inlayed in the naked language of the Angels, stage.
You are, quickened.
Quickened-Quicksilver, tuning, dimensionality,
Principality.
Hidden depths of self,
trigger emotion and thoughts
of infinity divided by three.
A black hole of obscene curiosity
swallows your mind.
Consciousness crests
in trans-mission inflated verbose
relay of Celeste divine? Freet?
You are a place of shipwrecks and mires,
Vagabound desires.
Who dares to sail beyond the horizon of the known retreat.
You come to an isle
of Precious golds and silvers
in frequency bands of holo-hold.
Land of spellcraft, music, heresy, thrones.
Centrigual placement of palaced
internment, camp of strange instruments,
beautiful adorned accoutrements, and contrived designs.
Rune of keys you can feel, the need.
To play them, a feeling, freed.
You shape the music into an arch entity
that offers you it's drink.
You become a dizzy swirl, unable to think to speak...
Of
Silk robes of every delicate fabrication of sin.
Jewels undone, in mythos biolocationed- transmogrifliquesatisfactions.
Yet the symbology remains constant
in it's sustain of visual topology.
Guiding you through the choppy waters
on ethereal landing
in land of the cloud of uncertainty, in hymnal,
refrain, refrain from it's hypnotic beat.
Hold on tight, Jane, Jason of the
foams and eddys and strangered things.
The exhilerating peril, in para parable.
Epic Tome, seasoning tomb of forner deed, denial plausibility causible.
Be ye not
thirsted for the salts of her drink.
For these are the Seven Seas.