ABIDING INTEREST
intense
scrutiny
in
self-analysis
of
imagined
profiles
fundamental
feelings
customary
expectations
preoccupations
precursor
in
paletted
expressive
pictorial
formulae
of
aesthetic
pleasure
Triangles of poetry
Right angles of artistry
Identities of Phytagorea
Great works of Hipparchus from Nicaea
On sizes and distances
New star of 850, dances
Orbiting the poetic world
Marvelled models of astronomy oggled
Each work in all of poetic equations
Tangent, cosine and cosecant
Reversed in sine, cotangent and secant
Your trigonometric formulae in poetic expressions
TRIPTYCH EXPERIENCES
portrayed
surrounded
now
repotoire
recited
recalls
questioning
the formulae
to
stimulate
subjectivity
delicious
luminous
dialogue
in
bizarre
graduated
contrasts
with unbridled
shades
predominantly
prevailing
afresh
in sensitive
hesitant
scenarios
passionate
unreachable
role-play
studies
of
facial
splendour
in
lavish
concept
a
formulated
process
to
conveys
a
quiet relaxed
series
carefully
fronted
emphasis
balanced
precise
awareness
with
vital
counterparts
in
closely
occasioned
devices
MY NOTEBOOK
I have a vehicle
That carries all
My plannings
My happenings
That has all my
Funny secrets..
That has my
Happiness and sadness
Nobody knows about it
I have life
Changing formulae
Inside it...
For me and me only
Everybody wants to open it
Everybody wants to read it...
Erich Heckel an artist & saxone
painted with subtle earthly tones
Figurative formulae his aim ,you know
tectonics in red ,all made to flow
Conjuring formulae to attain God
Reflected consciousness narrow thought prods
Accustomed to trials and tribulations
Unable to rest in meditation
What is immediate and intimate
Known not to ego, which oft agitates
Presupposing separateness from source
Assuming enablements gained by force
Employing mind to go beyond the mind
Rather than letting go off ego bind
Self imposed dilemma, tragic-comic
Simple shift to heart, births bliss ecstatic
Struggle not hermit, the table is laid
Feel the throb of bliss within, ready made
25-March-2021
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVII
IF you pull a long poet's face
All things you write go awry
E'en fans who cuddle up offer no solace
Remember Kipling's " IF " the price to pay
If you pull a long deserted face
E'en friends plot with club members to assail
You lose will e'en to tie loose line shoe-lace
Damn could e'en petty sins cause such travail
If you go on pulling that long worsted face
Lines you lilt and rhyme sound airy-fairy
You push pen you powder verse till tears race
Creative college rhetoric plunder words weary
Yet if you pull this long-lined sick face
Grinding teeth biting lips till red ink spray
Ask who cut off Van Gogh's ear to spite his coal-mine face
Will a Gauguin mock a Brando's South-Seas belles-ballet
If you pull a long Art-for-Artifice sake face
Ask whose Kafkayesque trials plagued a Welles's Moro-Jacobean play
Holy-Wood chef-d'œuvres dictate classic post-modern pace
Kaleidoscopic formulae : rape batter murder on Tolstoyian vertebrae
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 31, 2019
Tears drenched her pillow,
When everyone sleeps in her villa.
Formulae whirl in her mind,
theorems threaten her like the wild wind.
She turns the book pages faster,
thinking of her strict maths master.
"It's all my mistake,I've wasted my days
If I get an additional day, I will go through,"She pray
She realized her mistake,but she can't ignore.
On the Monday Morning,she hears a knock at the door,
Her mom smiling with a coffee mug in her hands
"Dear,Have you seen the nearby meadowland?
"The raindrops embellished the grasses
and painted our window glasses,"
She cried" nothing enthralls me
and I cannot smile with glee"
Suddenly the clouds burst and it begins to rain heavily
News channel reads"Due to heavy rain,the schools declared holiday"
Her eyes filled with tears again but happy tears
and now the rain enthralled her...
Feb-21-2018
For silent one's contest....
It amazes me on how much we don't know
And how we explain what we do know
Even the chaos of nature has formulae
So we can predict how it would be
They say there could radio signals from space
We can't read now in the alien exploration race
Each time we go into outer space we find out more
What we will find out in the future that will be in store.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The heart within pumps
The rich red royal fluid
And your body machine functions
Your creative, expansive mind
Concocts formulae
Deciding how your body organism
Finds sustenance, enjoyment
And most of all avoids pain
The dreamer, you, perceive, create
As you build, block by block
To accomplish
To reap rewards
As you move
Ship, build, design, experience
On a higher plateau
You do this within the framework
Knowledge acquired
Reap the reward
Beautifying your nest
Dress fashionably
And end each day accomplished
Proud to the point
Of ignored acceptance
Yet strip all clothing
Wealth – all materialistic
Right to the naked bone
Your total stored mental reservoir
Your intellect, your acumen
Like the youthful wise hermit
Now, like a savior in sheepskin
Gather your companion
The echo “What is life all about?”
Sex, debauchery, procreation
Or our collective wisdom
Our attitude towards harmony, friendship
Local and world peace
A sensibility to friend and foe
Yep – platitudes, platitudes
Our ego sparkles and blind
Our lust driven bodies
Enter the arena of flesh
Gleaming immediate status faction
While the nuclear bomb is waiting
Made from different alphabet
Can I learn can't bet.
The group of letters and numbers
Learning each taste like bitter cucumber.
It's a number's play
That forces you to say-
Oh god!! how the great scientist found,
These formulae to me which horribly sound.
Chemistry to you it's my humble request,
Give me tricks to make it a easy set.
Soon as I realized I had married this dude for life
I tried some tricks and formulae to be a happy wife
Every man has a weakness and thankfully his was food
With delectable bites on his tongue, he could be subdued
Understood that the key to his love lay in the pit of his stomach
Started trying recipes from his mom’s cookbook, hoping for some luck
A naive cook that I was, many a times, I burnt my hands
But knew with a little effort, at a vantage point I’ll stand
Now, as the aroma of his family’s food in my kitchen lingers
I have him wrapped around my skinny little fingers
As the morsels of his favorite food slowly traipse his esophagus
He looks at me dazed, as if he’s lost all his consciousness
The pulverized bits and sips in the intestine sing him a sweet lullaby
And he says yes to about anything I wish under the blue sky
But these poems of mine I should keep in check
If he finds out, he’ll surely wring my slender neck
Written on 09/10/2016
Contest:'A body of work' by Viv Wigley
Body part names used:
Stomach
Fingers
Esophagus
Neck
Hand
Tongue
intestine
Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design?
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.
A foray into an unending process to define the divine?
What of the God particles from a collision course?
Reinvent bench marks in our formulae formations?
Would the constants hold with the ground breaking rules?
It is the beauty of nature and the infinite will;
That aid concepts and create illusions in our being!
Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design;
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.
A foray into an unending process to define the divine?
What of the God particles from a collision course?
Reinvent bench marks in our formulae formations?
Would the constants hold with the ground breaking rules?
It is the beauty of nature and the infinite will;
That aid concepts and create illusions in our being!
It's past midnight; the witching hours
softly creep through the darkness.
Music muffles out of an open doorway,
shadows thump as hearts beat.
Seeing fluid bodies merge in time
I'm the wrong piece in an incomplete jigsaw,
watching chargeless as giggling electrons
attract and repel, weave an
intricate dance amongst pulsing protons.
Chemistry was never my best subject,
much less the murky peripheries
where chemistry meets biology,
the hormonal collision of chemical bonding
with fusion and reproduction.
Walking home, constellations map the sky.
The moon cycles its rhythmical shifts.
There's safety in physics, cause and effect,
bound in formulae, logic and reason.
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