Long Geometrically Poems
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Funny honey and so I say come.in.d;an this way....
Took the words from in a tomb, arranged the order
and removed the doom. Turned the pages of his.story
and put some women into play. Analyse, angle the
eYes! ponder life and pretend to be wise and that's Write.
Pro.Found a message in there. Said a circle was also
a square and that it spun... like a web it was just fun
and I watched as it came undone. Smiled a while as the
colors began. Then I chased the bubbles of art in Time
and learned a song that came in rhyme.
Funny angles come.in.dian geometrically medium in
a weeble of a wobbular motion and when I saw that...
I removed the explosion as the poison just isn't good.
The Pen agreed and we understood that a change of
ink was needed. Took out the felt & refit a belt just,
and in case. No one ever said we couldn't change pace
and it made sense as "Nature doesn't waste"...
Looking inside with eyes quite wide I had to pause.
There came a place with no Santa in the Cause and
I paused. Children play and imagine days of plum
filled things and goodly ways so how can it be if this
be true? It was question.able SO I changed the crew.
Left the bridge a Number One and aWay I flew...
I seek the Monk I asked the Know. I hear a song I
need to grow. Departure near it's knot my way but
a Vision needs repair this day... "Four, the innocent"
came to sea and breathing the Winds they grew a
Tree. "Look to hear.Comedian...use all the noodles
not just the 10..." And after the ride, well.come.inside
the honey.com;b is full of bee.lives!
Form:
Bliss radiating inside out from our core
Sushumna going into an ecstatic spasm
A silent scream of delight cries for more
Peaked bliss continuity leaves no chasm
Magnetic grid dividing our form vertically
Is in itself a geometrically perfect enigma
Ecstasy & rapture rising gently & blissfully
At the centre of the toroid is our Anahata
Spherical awareness in a new dimension
Alertly cognisant of each shifting nuance
Surrendered to pulsating delight of elation
Peaking bliss holds us in rapturous trance
As divine energy fills our emptiness within
Our fulcrum shifts to bliss in continuance
Attaining spacial stillness & calm sanguine
Transmitting loving fragrance in innocence
06-August-2020
On The Edge
He lay flat on the floor
On the edge of his mind's cliff
Taking notes
Wondering
is this life worth living
He tried to remember
Grasp onto
Happier times
Shadows of light
Fluttered beyond his grasp
Teasing
Evaporating
Hiding
Figments wrapped in glittering paper
Promising
Tempting
Geometrically angled
Away from him
He felt the coolness of the tile
Terracotta pressing against his forehead
Soothing
Absorbing his fever
Steadying him
Whispering
Promising relief
"Let your blood accentuate my redness"
" I will protect your bones"
Light flows through stained glass
Christ's brilliant blue eyes
Piercing his sadness
Reassuring him
There will be more days
Brighter lights
Warmth not clay
Sadness shall be left to yesterday
The floor will not be fed today
It is washed with his salty tears
The edge vanishes
Was it ever there?
One moment
Graciously
Turned to years
He sits in a pew
Looks up away from himself
It now seems so clear
He gets up
Walks across the floor
Walks out the silent door
Deciding once and for all
He doesn't need
Or want
This horrid place
Any more
His heart is healed
God goes where he goes
The suffering he lived no longer grows
What he remembers sets him free
He will not be lost to history
He chooses a life of Joy not misery.
Dedicated to native children abused in church and residential schools.
Their culture was systematically stripped away. in some cases much worse
things happened behind what should have been hallowed walls.
In writing this I question if this piece was honoring to Native people. As I thought about this I realized that this piece speaks to their resilience as a people. Despite what was done to them they have found a way to hold onto their culture traditions art and language. We have much that we can learn from them.
Written by: Richard J. Lamoureux
www.wisedummypoet.com
Without doubt true,
and yet too redundantly lectured,
especially to our young of body and mind,
the virtual world is not reality.
And yet,
Elders seldom hear
when youngsters pout back
what must equally be true,
Earth's reality is no longer devoid
of virtual communicating worlds
without so many competitive walls
to hinder cooperative re-education
about mutual relationships
between polynomial information trends
and polypathic energy economies
and polyphonic co-relational politics,
all networks for off-line Earth's reality
and on-line virtual ego/eco-centering systems.
The story of information systemic regeneration
reweaves Earth's creation story of Gaian Cooperative Hypotheses
knowing we are already a cooperatively intended democracy
living in diverse locations,
identifiable 4D geometrically revolving spacetime locations
emerging from advents of fertile prehistoric winters
producing reborn ecopolitical springs,
diastatically mature summers of healthy wealth revolutions,
harvesting AutumnElders of poly-nutritional wisdom,
restored in understories
of Yin's first and last winter blanket;
egocentering processors
re-aligning with eco-centered Earth's fractal-regenerate realities,
virtual on-line
as 4D cooperative off-line.
Without doubt also true,
and yet too redundantly gamed and networked,
especially by our young of bodyminds
with bilaterally thinking spirits,
Earth's reality includes on-line virtual cooperatives
and off-line ecological Tipping Points,
climate change
as both potentiality
of cooperative health
and WinLose reality
for competing flesh and blood pathologies.
Truths,
1 is always positive or negative in Earth's metric LeftBrain languages,
just as timeless 0s are both/and equivalent notnot double-bound with 1
co-binary RightBrain balance,
virtual-digital and historic-analogical waves
between past and future,
tipping toward co-present.
Without ever consuming
bureaucratic butter or
sacramental bread, nor
coffee and latte.
She prefers spiritual
mystical fruits from space...!
This way she becomes
beyond stunning
for all...
With her mimetic smile,
melted words and
asthmatics hugs, she
is now a myth !
And so she operates
with virtue an symptomatic
way of talking
that broadcasts her now
agoraphobia absent...
All in her is impressive...
and i say with love :
"It is marvelous to be
by her side because
she makes me feel
geometrically misaligned
with this world i live"
With her it is alike living
in Matrix.
I am a student in Paris, a med-school freshman, one of the crowd.
This week is all introductions, orientation functions and instructions.
“Settle in, get your books, parking passes and find your classes.”
I got my ID - I’m a Vip in the bourgeoisie - does that look like me?
Freshmen join a ‘buddy program’ so things seem less hostile
I met my buddy last week, she’s the consummate boss - effortlessly busy.
She’s got my folder (oh my), full of check-lists. I’ve yet to see her smile.
She’s a third year, from Chamonix, a town in the jagged Alps, near Italy.
If you want me, right after classes, I’ll be at Les Deux Parisiens,
a shaded coffee shop across from school that feels like a garden.
They have everything - from coffee to pizza - it’s awesome
for 17€ : try the ‘La Campione,’ pizza with beef and chorizo (sausage)
I am a student in the misty rain, stepping carefully on cobblestones
- they pool water geometrically - I’m heading home (6 Av.) walking alone.
Nothing’s still, classes end at noon - it’s the city, sidewalk’s are full, Ubers
uber, mopeds mope, bikes bike, people scatter, umbrellaless commuters.
I haven’t made any new friends yet - I’m not worried - I’m just beginning.
.
.
Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Café Europa by Quadro Nuevo
Count Contessa by Azealia Banks & Lone [E]
Robinson Crusoe by Art of Noise
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6 Av. = what I’ll call Grandmère’s hôtel particulier
Today, it is my sacred duty
to understand and express this Spanish beauty,
but did you happen to know, perchance,
that Dora Maar had hailed from France?
Beautiful, sophisticated, and elegant,
her eyes show she's intelligent.
They shine dark, and her hair does too,
a splash of yellow on ruffles blue.
Her jacket is geometrically composed.
What she observes is undisclosed.
She has a thought, which she reserves,
revealing it - what purpose would it serve?
I love her greenly painted fingertip,
touching an eminently kissable lip.
Somethings missing, an anomalisa,
yet, to me, she shames the Mona Lisa.
Why is it that the way she's drawn,
a good portion of her head is gone?
In Leonardo's picture, a smile was "halfed",
but it's the cerebrum in Pablo's craft.
Guernica, was inspired, by lovely Dora,
the lady with enlightened aura -
a mysterious creature, surrealist,
photographer, painter, anti-fascist.
What I proclaim now, I know whereof,
henceforth, with her, I am in love.
Our King is rectangle
And yet I still dangle,
While my hubby plays dead
Far and wide on our bed.
And the blanky, alright,
I lose touch with at night.
My hubby by my side
On the bed, far and wide.
It’s neither fair nor square -
Love triangle we share:
Asymmetrically,
Geometrically.
Since my hubby, all spread
Far and wide on our bed,
I moved in with chagrin
To the bedroom with Twin.
Now I sprawl and I spread
On my bountiful bed!
Slumbering, far and wide,
Taking turns on each side!
Twin’s not much of a prize,
It’s not all about size!
It could be even worse -
Could be Single of course!
May 16, 2026
Creative Process
Artists CREATE a sense of distance
By fading colors to purples,
Or geometrically
Drawing far things smaller -
One-point perspective:
When lines converge,
Vanishing
To a
.
Big bang!?
CREATION!?
Spon--tan--e--ous
Matter projecting
Outward from just one point
Rotating, then coalescing
Into numberless galaxies
Of stars, planets; in some cases………..LIFE!
Brutal honesty in the inward spiritual search requiring discarding all lower mind thought constructs, including anticipation borne of perception arising from memory imagery, Krama mudra is the direct and fearless exploration of each enabled vibration, directly cognised in wonderment and astonishment within our energy body. Essence of being is realised as resident within the rod of initiation or staff of power, as the Sushumna is often called. The radiation of ineffable bliss throbbing within the central funnel as bliss climax in renewal continual, heightened at geometrically spaced chakras is unmistakable. No doubts remain.
The energy grid
Radiating inside out
Bliss within throbbing