cruciform life rejoice
yeshua's love we give
proclaiming his name
Categories:
cruciform, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Haiku
My mind is laid bare its components
& functions are under your razor's gaze
To compare…
My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my blood, is dried into fine rust…
…drifts into the corridors of your inner mind
You are my cruciform…
You are the keeper of my secrets
all yours, to twist like a thorn...
My mind is spread out before you
deep, seeping past my wastes
into my domains…born...
My mind is lay forlorn...
its components…
Its functions are under your razor scorn
Categories:
cruciform, allegory, allusion, angel, anger,
Form: Rhyme
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!
Categories:
cruciform, assonance, class, confusion, extended
Form: Free verse
Fields of France are filled with blood-red poppies
Where also bloom the lily-white crosses:
Each buried youth a seed, now bursting forth
Into a stark white cruciform flower:
Row upon row, rank after serried rank,
A spiky grid overlying acre
After acre in silent panoply,
Swan-mute as stillborns, yet shrieking their pain.
A century has failed to lay their griefs.
But such gardens aren’t anywise unique.
On every continent, in every age,
The fields are sown: and so among the trees
And forests, steppes and prairies, cities
And wastelands, the precious seed is planted,
The harvest bitter in its barrenness.
Instead of poppies, palms or rank lianes,
Brush or tundra, timber, sedge or seaweed
Grow where crosses never got to flower:
Even those gaunt reminders are missing
To give their witness to the seed thus sown,
The sacrifice and sacred blood there spent.
And so it goes: so it’s been since people
First appeared. And will go on: tomorrow
And the day after, still the sowing will
Continue. Perhaps someday our wisdom
And compassion may grow enough to wean
Us of this savage, mindless husbandry:
Today, it seems a thousand years away.
Categories:
cruciform, grave, loss, memorial day,
Form: Elegy
Each form is a form of His form
Both form and formless are His norm
He chooses form as well formless, to get you to reform
He yields to a form even when a form gets deform
With such creation of forms, He does perform
With such ease, one may design Him in free-form
With various forms, He upholds a message to inform
With all such forms, His form is uniform
He is the only One to have the omniform
Though He is also of multiform
To realize Him, all religions are platform
Fact can be realized with a brainstorm
He cares for each being, even smaller than a tiny worm
To drive you towards formless, He takes form like cruciform
He is the form of formless, ultimately one may conform
From form to formless is the ultimate, one may transform!
NOTES: the state or quality of having every form. — omniform, adj.
Characterized by an unconventional or variable form: their own freeform teaching methods.
Cruciform = Shaped like a cross; cruciate.
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “ENOUGH TO FLY AND PLAY AND A COLLECTION OF POEMS” by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.
Categories:
cruciform, allah, devotion, faith, islamic,
Form: Free verse
In the moonlight she stood beside his tiny bed,
looking down in tenderness on ringleted head--
Her little boy softly cradled in dream filled sleep.
What dreams were these? Into that land she wished to creep
and join the playtime he enjoyed with skipping sheep.
Around his form she drew the sheet and kissed his face
then tiptoed out and down the hall to her own place
where in her own mother dreams she would sweetly trace
her darling child who filled her loving heart with joy.
She did not stir; one tiny sigh was all her boy
released as guarding wings swept by the little toys;
an angel leaning softly down lifted her heart
her pride, her joy and those white wings did upward start,
wide spread, cleaving the air for heaven's rampart,
leaving only the imprint of his childish form.
Baptized with grief the sheets that bear his baby form;
her empty hands trace the outline of a cruciform,
a rosary of tears she wears till heaven calls.
Copyright, July 4, 2016
Categories:
cruciform, angel, baby, death, mother,
Form: Rhyme
A calling from zietgeist;
when a flute versus beast
starts a power play.
My world becomes wet.
Amorous,
when I watch a moth in your fist.
A split moon peels off
the cuticle, for a mega show of the
cone, shedding cruciform sword.
The white tiger leaps with
precision, spilling the milk container.
It was moonlight.
The baked smile now gathers
the teeth for a final bite.
The diamonds now quiver like a fear.
Satish Verma
Categories:
cruciform, art,
Form: ABC
Alveoli burst in seething pain
Green bile floods out of lacerations.
Cruciform expletives implode into disaster.
I slice cornea's from my weary eyes.
Scum stained nails rip teeth from jagged mouths.
I stood in the womb of creation and cried.
Assailed on all sides by the blinding dark.
Categories:
cruciform, depression
Form: Free verse
Chronos, ordinary time
Kairos for all eternity
Combine into eternal now
And Kingdom comes in time
Cruciform - history & eternity
To spend time, ask God how
Like putting on jeans
Can I put on Jesus
God heard me scream
And he put me on Jesus
Agape does not discriminate
Unconditional love won't escape
The key to open is God's agape
Time to wake up to God is great
Categories:
cruciform, faith, love, timegod, god,
Form: Rhyme