Flatness Poems | Examples

Horror Poem Number One

Driving down the black tongue
Of the desert highway
Mirages rise
Like pools of water on the highway
Reflecting even the sky beneath

 Suddenly, a darkness arises
A flatness on the pale horizon;
There is no time or purpose to slow down -
It rises, and engulphes the world 

We move into it
And it

spring into it

Spring semester has started.
We’re all immersed in the ritual of change
and totally committed to that descent into madness
to the relentless drabness, the flatness, the blandness
for the hours, days and weeks of study
and a bone-deep fatigue that’s actually funny

We’ll live at the edge of intensity
near the the corner of drudging
and gather around the printer
at the media center
like a secular rite of passage

I think I need a daily grind—to keep my mind busy.
What’s wrong with me, that when I’m on vacation, I miss it?
What if work/study is one of my bone-marrow-deep love languages?
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Songs for this:
Happy Dreamer by Laid Back
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
(You're Better) Than Ever by illuminati hotties

Escape

There are many ways.
The spirits say there are.
Ways to escape.
There are gaps through the bars.
I could flatten my body and slip though.
Or so they say.
The medicine counter calls us.
They call us every day.
The voices go deeper.
I try to flatten my body, but my mom calls.
Blurting things out, and crying.
Then flatness.

The valley expresses

The valley

With its flatness

A space between 

Abrupt enclosures..

An appearance of

Time and space and

A viewer which all

Seem separate..this

Illusion expressing

A calm beyond

Understanding...

(See photo at:  www.polarityinplay.com)

Shagalicious

The slithered shadows trailed my shag rug, in the foothills of the upright weave of flaccid threads. 

Seemingly chaotic, yet made out of pure design and memory: From the hands of its maker, rolled into the flatness beneath its buyer’s feet. Asking “why” looks for the in-between, vast as forever. The math: A hard one and social, but still a math. More of a psychonomic-politecology.

Our bodies are just the same—moving pieces that pretend to be in a vacuum. We aren’t in one, but surely under it every so often.

Pieces who poise in passing places and people; pretending preponderance, betraying imposed predilections, to the preferable exposed. 

Psychobiophysic microcosms invoke the such of a macrosomatic glob that is the everything, at least on this atomic chunk. 

And so forth,
And so forth.

The gibberish in the rug is a cortex, and so are we.

Steel and Deal

Steel cold, rough hands lay slack.
Pull it taut while gripping the back.
Getting it apart takes a lot of force.
Days pass, and so strain, as a horse.

Gather up inside of a ductility test.
If the wire grows warm, it drys best.
Yield point stretched wire snaps.
A coil cobra rests as tension gaps.

The soliloquy, alike waves, is broken.
Left behind a rid-sailing, in boat oaken.
Breasts shift in a way to hold in place.
It is crookedness for leisure to misplace.

Thrown and shoved the other way.
Yet, no pang was felt; only grit lay.
Not adorn the sting of flatness to feel.
As her skin likely burns from the ordeal.

Written: May 09, 2023

Lincoln Cathedral

From the miles of flatness and the fens

Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands

Everyone can see this floodlit site

When the moon is out and there is night.

I saw it through the window as I turned 

It’ struck me down with beauty never learnt.

As I lay surprised upon the stair

I absorbed the beauty I saw there 

Should we worship beauty such as this?

It strikes us with a hammer not a kiss

The Shapes of Things

Some say that some gains are not worth the risk,
and that their pursuit causes far too much pain.
They say that some things are better left the same.
They say that if it's not broken, don't fix it or make a change.

Sameness is boring and robs us of creativity.
In a quest demanding liquids not to stay,
ROOF-TOPS of buildings were mostly SLANTED.
Rain, sleet, snow, and ice had to fall to the ground.

Moreover, the interiors of facilities are not fond of sameness.
Living Rooms now have a twin sister known as THE GREAT ROOM.
The elevation, more windows, and OPEN CEILINGS let the sunshine in.                                                          
FLATNESS is out, recessed ceilings are in, and the changes look terrific.

There was a time when car makers were far more concerned with mobility.
Energy was cheap and combustion engines had no concern about the wind.
Aerodynamics were yet to be utilized in land travel, and the CARS were BOXY.
OVAL corners and slightly CURBED bodies in vehicles became the SHAPE of things to come.

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One Hand On the Steering Wheel, the Other Waving At the Moon

in traffic there is an accidie and weariness
and flatness and humdrum of the road
but leonard cohen helps with that
and i think about the poor north koreans
without their fix of coca cola
and the mental health of the finnish with
their billabong of coffee and caffeine flowing
out their ears and the best brand of water in china
has the biggest market reach and woodpeckers don't 
get headaches because according to a 
professional content provider they just don't
and speaking of the chinese
they've found a hut on the moon
some distance away from their rover; who can tell
who might be living in that hut
i look up out the windscreen at the moon
and imagine myself living in that hut 
or maybe leonard cohen is living there now
and england have lost the first ashes test 
and outside the hut is a scoreboard showing 
australia need twenty runs to win
the hut has become a pavilion and there's plenty of
tea drinking going on
no finnish there pal
and someone shouts howssszat! across the galaxy
as asteroid 4660 nereus misses earth 
as i miss childhood
it travels on and on into the depths of the saddle
of the universe

Chromatic Travel

As the mind is tabula rasa
Runs into deep, deep into sleep-abyss
Enchanted by the wave
Unfasten by the speculum
Grip up a dust from nebula
Meridian air touch the hair
Again to prepare for a slumber
Down to the Caucacious mountain
The arrival of souls up there
To create a new lullaby
Mind is still taking an intercourse
With the unconscious
Travelling upper crest to sable abyss
Tears crawls from the corner of sleepy-eye
For pleasure?
For flatness?
Or blend of two side by side?

Statements

This world is only flat 
as I could wish for it to be.
All wishes come
from hungry hearts as mine.

Curves I visit 
bring a noise of motion.
Unexpected joy and wonder 
found in every moment
leave me breathless 
in returning 
to my mirrored soul.

My flatness and my curve alike 
a twinkling others see. 
Radiant eyes that recognize 
no color of their own.

Sound in every moment’s whisper 
draws me to it in a naval roar. 
I marvel at the people passing 
pointing to a cow.
Exchange their wonder for 
an empire state somehow.

Trading faceless cards 
from bubblegum for unknown toys.
Girls and boys of flattered pasts
retain their souvenir retainers, 
voiceless comments written on their treasured casts.

We have each others back my friends and I.
Less traveled is our path and all our roads.

No center for this circle 
always monkey in the middle.

Forever our trick  always the tick .. 

of a bomb that never explodes.

No Impeachment

I don’t believe Donald Trump should be impeached,
He’s brought light to the Presidency, a dynasty,
Of a long line of ‘born again’ believers, screeched,
Wiling government into a god-inspired fallacy.

Burocracy is not an heuristic term or value judgement -
It’s a rational roll of reasonable deliberations, business,
Mirroring the typical American citizen as sediment,
Which Mr Trump places, to his credit and best guess.

He’s not a force for power without love and freedom,
Stealing smiles from unlikely Democrats, Pub’s alike,
He gives the lesser the right to arbitrate and custom,
When climbing the hierarchy an eager workers’ hike.

He’s not killed five people, an individual’s sadness,
Another quinquennial would see America great again,
With Covid faced squarely and firmly by flatness,
Joe Biden will take it as efficient, practical and fain.

Let the people speak from the Representative’s House,
Not one view, but proffering all view’s to regulate,
Bold with speech, he’s turned the stiff upper clouse,
Into commerce’s flutter, so please give a vulgate.

Dominique Webb

Sometimes I Wonder

SOMETIMES I WONDER

sometimes I wonder
does this make any sense?
most mornings same,
and will the flatness go
seemingly I wonder so,
just like driftwood on the tide.

and of misty morns
and befuddled mind,
I struggle to comprehend
of what exactly is happening to me,
my mood still fluctuates,
‘tween dark of night and first light of day.  

and like most days of frost;
as warmth fills the air,
the ice of Jack is melted be,
as Sol wraps around
and holds me in his embrace,
my day is glad not sad you see
and I’m a happy soul to be.

Francis Cooper - Mac
From the series of being in a mental health unit for PTSD and depression in 2019

The Tornado

Fast and furious energy
Spinning into my orb’s  flatness 
A rotating funnel
It whirls and spirals
Rearranging what was
Mind reflected 
In its menacing eye 

Force fields emerge
Pressing together
Two lives
Fires once banked
Flame anew
Mindless of what should be
What is emerges
Love’s tensile strength transmuted

KDK

Drone

Dropped down upon my head with
A withering drone
Like 747's passing through a small tube
In search of home

Absurdity perceived realistically
Things go soft and gooey
A descending drone of primary tones
Flashing beacons, misdirection

Conveyor belts of hardest bricks
Reciprocally pelts
Coming up for air
Perception

Lastly,

The drone crushes, crushing until their flatness
Matches
Like ancient Peruvian stones

The moment before flattening, suffocating
Sameness
Before release into

The true line
Bends

Is the line which bends
In timelessness

A circle which is complete
Yet never meets?

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