Nature’s patterns repeat—they’re alive,
From meandering rivers and butterfly wings,
To zebra stripes and the leopard’s spots—
Patterns appear wherever you look.
Now don’t be deceived—nature has its tricks,
Some patterns shift; it’s a survival instinct.
Take the tide, drawn by the pull of the moon—
No wave reaches shore in quite the same place.
The spider’s web, so delicate and thin,
Its shape shifts when dew settles in.
A snowflake, formed in sixfold symmetry,
Yet no two snowflakes are ever the same.
Tessellating hexagons in hives and mud—
From wax and honey, the patterns take form.
That rainbow up high, with its coloured light,
Shifts and changes with the place you stand.
There are countless more patterns to find,
From grains of sand to lightning on high—
Don’t forget the spiralling sunflower seeds:
Nature’s patterns shift in plain sight.
Mother Nature hums a tune and sits.
While her children play, she calmly knits.
As the planets go round and round,
and the eons pass to her gentle sound,
she rocks, everlasting and immutable,
weaving patterns that are beautiful.
She knits ripples on the lakes,
the hexagons on cold snowflakes,
the spirals in sunflowers and the nautilus,
for you and I, and for all of us.
In the desert, under the big sky,
she puts cracks in clay, now dry.
With her leopard, she's so besotted,
she gives him a coat that's spotted.
Here's a game that you can play -
look around, when you're out today.
Find a pattern our mother has made
as she adorns the grand parade.
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The city is a beehive~
hexagons stacked,
each buzzing with activity
morning, noon, and night.
Streets: wax-thin, sticky with footsteps.
Buildings: golden, leaning into each other,
their windows humming with fluorescence.
Every corner is a chamber~
workers trailing in, workers trailing out,
carrying briefcases instead of pollen.
The queen? She’s a rumor~
a shadow in the penthouse,
counting her hexagons,
her kingdom of glass.
And the honey?
Oh, the honey is the noise~
the honk and clatter,
the murmured deals,
the laughter pooling
in elevators,
thick as syrup.
We are all bees here,
dizzy with purpose,
lost in the comb.
poem originally written for and submitted to Ultramarine Literary Review for its urbanity contest, Febrary 21, 2026.
Green waters circumscribe an island’s pallid face,
Hexagons of light, scattered jewels on the waves.
Earthly hues, against litharge seas, shimmering gleam;
Albatross wings glide, an immaculate blue dream.
The scene suspends time, and worldly cares release -
A whisper for the human eye, a quiet aurora’s peace.
In nature's design, six is the key to all life alive.
Hexagons in petals, snowflakes, and beehives thrive,
In music, blues and roots groups play the six-stringed guitar.
With songs made with a hexatonic blue note, added to each bar.
Six key chemical elements there when life first sprang
Were the notorious Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Sulfur, Phosphorus gang.
ugliest art
on dull dark gray hexagons
printed wall paper walls
has there ever been a more gloomy doctor's office?
who chose this ambiance?
And why?
The walkway’s paved with hexagons
For visual appeal.
From smoother paths, there’s not a difference
I can really feel.
But over time, all roads will need
Appropriate repair
Since cracks and dips will form
As a result of all that wear.
Some hexagons are loosening
And others lie askew.
I wonder what the ones in charge
Will someday choose to do.
Replacing such a promenade
Requires time and skill.
My guess is there’ll be one flat path
With a much smaller bill.
Between fence metal hexagons
Vibrant weed vertical weaves
Leaves poke gaps obstinately
Battle with wire web pattern
Because it can get through,
will get through, determined
To prosper within challenge
To reach potential during tough
Bitten by bug of bad luck
Crammed in pebbly pockmark
Threatened by shade smother
Bedraggled weed creeps up
Bemoaning status wastes energy
Positivity welcomes growth
Rehearsal bears bigger talents
Lustrous jungle is triumphant
9th October 2020
Written for Contest : Will To Survive
Sponsor : Silent One
From two dimension hands,which closed to me,see two pieces bruised faces
Fall blowed mantra like the spots and
Lip of woman dressed black next
the black smokes
That,fly behind of that woman
Sometime, Like place one upon another the mirrors,woman's images continue back of woman
Their hands is "L"type
Sitting(seen like a tail) God
Tattoo the waves at chest
Smakes scatter behind of her hands
that woman in the circle
Arrives railing of faintly light
Dragon turn around the circle
Just one,the legs
Controled the balance mask
Flowers flower from face painted yellow,green,blue
(Example-Sunflower,Rose,etc)
Many of eyes look at like circle
"N"type hands
Around,slowly,quickly
turn opposite
Red color's man is yellow eye
that turn continue , one circle or more
Hexagons,Stars,Fruits
Radiate from the eyes
And his casted down one's eyes
Radiate from stared place
Turn the galaxy at neck
Planets are lower,higher
Lighter blue orbit wear off wear on
Brightness the light and stable
Now,with face like thundered
Continues with sound waves
Sun is bright and down
Burned faces are stable
Faces like radio waves leakage
World with that fire storm
Thwelt Di Nwe
FIRE CLOUDS OF GOD’S DECISION
O haloed rainbow of precision
At more than 57 degrees of elevation
Brilliant fire circumhorizontal arcs
With prismatic hexagons of God’s decision
The Creator places those high altitude cirrus clouds
With plate-shaped ice crystals for angel crowds
A superlative fire rainbow dazzles my hazel eyes
Scientific accuracy of season, height and ice enshrouds
3/24/2017
Rubaiyat Form
Fire Clouds Contest
partial regression of the thin vertabrae,
slumping in a vampire support group.
cheap folding chairs reapolstered
in victorian velvet.
styrofoam cups held in a languid grasp
stained with revlon crimson lip gloss.
morbid pathologies in the carpet.
i taste the ugly pattern..
blue hexagons with gray squares.
im tired of returning to this place staring at the
carpet and drinking folders dry roast coffee.
turn the events .. strange..
sick again of the avenue that brought me here..
floor-light-escent-bulbs.. in the hallway bleed pale arteries.
A whirlwind is a magnitude of flight. Wow. Worldy exact. To be exciting is to breathe into caverns. Oh how the external world is not that incredible. Here comes the pretty wasps in skirts. What a view. The frosty gargoyle of insanity rises from the pit of festering socks. Never let it be said that onions are a beach ball of cosmic cloud bursts.plugs and leads can always dance so be very aware of writhings molten chance. Volcanic acidic juices with a tune and beat of a callous but never a wart. And at sharp angles the chance is never to view it is to be real. When the feathery ear lobes of the alligator shine in the half lit night the northern winds will tickle the goblins feet. Many a time does the half spread gherkin fling goblets of sand on the forlorn outcast telephone. Oh quick quick those cubicles are running away. Oh dear. How sad. How abysmal and how tragic. Such are the rays of a multinational company who pessimistically enjoys penalising people globally.. Ration realised ratio radios radioactive read red remained *** hahahaha toothpick swaying *** hahahaha number of swollen tongues in shapes of hexagons xxxx portrayal xxxx oxidization x and now a z.
Mongoose can rarely tell the time. It is relevant to in flight formation to adjust the seconds using buffalo horns. Wild driving of a boat by a dalmatian on a sunset lake. Spots are great. They talk to the clown fish. And using wind wipers in dust is just not very practical. It just causes disturbance to the passing wings of gala bugs who gather in frequency at bull parades. But always at low altitudes as attitudes can be additional structures whose ******** is often not a purpose. Poach a duck? How absurd. Tree style formation in stamping flapping grinning hooded dance. Try not to fall into a biscuit tin when spinning. It is not very interesting. Shapes are ships and ships rise so don't contact Michigan mouse as it is unhelpful and uncaring and will not pack the apples into the correct pattern. Fear not. Feed not. Fraternity with frogs no no no. Potent is portrayal but powers stem from rocks and branches. Quadratic clouds. Symbology. *** quadraphonic *** hexagons'. Haha mishpah xxxx havens. *** clap.*** done. A sub consciousness soil erupting out then gone. Whoosh. ***
Hermetics heirs presumptives of, harum-scarum....
Speculums mist beyond the threshold paints this night
With colours dipped in oils vibrant shadows of avatars
Soothsayers spring tide canvas' framed by
Buteos zenith....
Vantaged splashings from upon, the avant-gardes
Separtist spaces amid such moments tembres these
Belles-lettres', artesians wells of euphemisms eulogies towards this
Hexagons phoenix now vivified from yesteryears
Bittersweet nightshade personified; segues seignior!?
Renaissonic refurbs....
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....In vogue ~
Note: Smile ~ A poetic kiss amid the celebrative marking of my
fourth anniversary here today at, Poetry Soup! ~ "Love," John!:) ~
Let green not your wonder red,
Less your square, that I blue.
Though I now orange fifty hexagons,
I have grey, and have, rhombus.
Shapes, though divine, colored things;
Some have brown as old again.
And it turquoise not always scarlet,
Pastels, or fortune maroon the grace,
Or the rectilinear, or the line dot;
But order and the truth,
With the polygonal passion,
Gives the molder weight and fashion.
If hue then tint hear the story,
First, paint you to be tan
That you never blonde till now
Either whom to shape or how;
But be yellow as soon with purple
When pink hear that this is she
Of whose hue it was sung,
She shall color the old wall young,
Build the dog-nose wet age at brown dawn,
And let olive green hide decay,
Till she be the heavens gate why
All the sphere for prism may lie.
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