Long Geometry Poems
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Geometry shows us God’s great fondness for lines
In the gazelles, birds and butterflies as well.
Everywhere we search in the midst of His designs,
Even in the sea we find many an animal in his shell.
Not stopping His ingenious design with mere creatures,
Or objects He fondly blesses with roundness,
That appear most often among celestial features,
He drew woman’s figure most curvy and boundless.
The womanly figures are of an exquisite selection,
Running the perfect outline from legs to hair,
Expressing haunting beauty with divine perfection,
And designed to please the heart willing to dare.
With circular lines it seems that He began
Depicting the face and hair with round design.
He moves then to the bust with a span,
And with symmetry amazes with the circular line.
Now on to the waist with its hyperbolic form,
He shapes with alluring symbolic notion.
Now cycling to legs God departs the norm,
And now straight lines obtain His promotion.
All of these sacred shapes and borders,
God draws from the world’s great sweep.
He conveys them from land’s four corners,
Cross mountains high and valleys deep.
God is the master of geometric arts;
He is the architect of spherical dreams.
And He fashions woman’s celestial parts
From the lines on landscape’s four extremes.
Now all of this is just to make very clear
My prayer that you be my spherical dream,
With starlight in your flowing hair,
Your glory will fuel my modest esteem.
Patient planets on their wheels revolve
they answer not for the treachery of their tides
But we’re made guilty of our own disasters
and we’ll hang by our own lazy geometry.
Our very own hapless crookedness
is reason enough for our bankruptcy
Oh, we may pretend and invent kinder tales
but in quiet rooms, in privacy, let us confess
that we, ourselves, are the choking strychnine,
and the muscles controlling the bone-white hand
if we all become handsome skeletons
who lack marked grave stones
let’s call it karma.
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A song for this
I Remember the Sun by XTC
Invisible Sun by The Police
saying good morning to you
a happy moment at the beach
watching you walk by
staring at your butt and admiring your natural beauty
yet and still i choose not to flirt with you
the happiness in the geometry of your vibe leads me straight down to the wedding band on your finger
i walk on with a smile on my face feeling lonely again
i make wishes to myself again and sneak another look at your wonderfully flawless body
as i watch the waves, i remind myself that life is life
i am still a virgin in a world of rapidly passing time
as the sun sets, i think about those that are my Loving Roots who are no longer here
when i look down to my right, i suddenly realize that you are next to me with tears in your eyes
for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, you take my hand and hold it for a spell
you then softly say 'moving on is like calm, warm water that is still a wish'
you then wish me a great day and walk on and eventually leave the beach, never to be seen again
for the rest of my ocean visit, what she said stuck with me like a stubborn, angry bee
it is then that i decide to adjourn to the chambers of the hot tub in my condo to reflect and reminisce
ocean waves drift in
wildflowers bend in soft winds—
with gentle curves
soothing calm natural minds
without demands or burdens
curves of rivers' arcs
fractals etched in snowflake veins
caress weary eyes
while urban straight lines shatter—
reflection splinters apart
concrete towers thrust
the geometry of squares
clawing at the sky
every sharp angle pierces—
minds that shrink from the hardness
billboards blast their glare
sirens rip through noisy streets
ravaging the ear
urban harshness stunts the soul—
as chaos frays attention
forest silence hums
its calming hymn without words
restoring the peace
of treasure trove memories
stored away in its clearings
dawn's blush dusk's ember
are halos in sky above—
colorful milieus
that frames the day in colors
soft cuddly and welcoming
Everyone had a unique reason for playing the Game
as we find different means for surviving Life
until the proper seconds of Death come stomping by with insistence,
some want intellectual respect shown with agitation in the opponent's eyes,
others crave the anxiety of prognostication
like gladiators uncertain of how to strike,
people commence the battle because they have something to prove
as Bobby boldly reproved the Soviets
on their asinine assumptions of superiority,
regardless, all who touch the Board want desperately
to understand the Game,
it's rituals, it's spirits,
the possibilities alive & haunting the 64 squares,
to honestly provide a homage of mind to History and to invention,
as if the nature of Chess is a dream of God's,
a subconscious engineering of grappling wants & needs,
of fears & hopes, of bravado & caution,
32 weapons arranged handsomely for the express channeling
of the Divine creative compulsion of Providence itself,
geometry made grand & gallant,
a homicide for Honor performed in the pressure of an hour,
all skilled players realise at some point
that quality brinksmanship ascends over the voice of victory
and can be reduced to the amazing beauty
of integrating logical processes with artistic allure,
misdirection a linchpin of the Master's ancient algebra,
momentum the indispensible monarch of strategy,
without It One is dictated,
mating nets, positional play, tactical moves,
a temple devoted to timeing -
J.A.B.
This poem, which is loaded with math terms, is to be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. What was I thinking?
Johnny’s in the basement
Working on geometry
You’ll see my intent
A theorem in development
Presh is on the website
Hit pause, scratch head
Trick problem, misled
Try another approach instead
Look out kid
Better check it again
God knows man
Another paper in the trash can
You better try trigonometry
Lookin’ for a new way
The man with an isomorphic map
and a toupee
Wants eleven equations
You only got ten
Maggie writes chicken scratch
Paper full of cross hatch
Says she wants to attach
You better detach
You can’t find the hypotenuse
Maggie says you gotta use
Pythagoras or you lose
But the angle is obtuse
Look out mate
This spheroid’s oblate
Get on the rack
This nut won’t crack
Better get back from the ledge
With a compass and a straight edge
No primes, God knows,
Can decompose
You don’t need Terrence Tao
Can’t square a circle nohow
Add y, add x
See the roots are complex
Closed loop, subgroup
You need to jump through another hoop
Let’s see, try three
Take five, relax
Eat snacks, do tax
If you should fail, take an ax
Look out bub
Surely you’ll flub
By blunders, errors
Five-choose-two-sers
And logical abusers
Girl with a slide rule
Lookin’ like an old fool
Don’t copy Euler
Get yourself a lawyer
Ah add four, add five
It rhymes, it’s prime, then derive
One two, buckle your shoe
It’s one-to-one and onto
Square here, cube there, eggs poach
Twenty years of schoolin’
And you’re workin’ on a roach coach
Look here Jack
This nut still won’t crack
Break your hands accidental
Use a tail prehensile
Be inferential
You’ll find it’s exponential
You’re gonna have a fit
You’ll never solve it
Ken Chesebro says
‘Cause Mike Pence’ll take your pencil
Dawn on spider silk—
A wren's wing brushes one strand,
pearls get rearranged—
web keeps its geometry,
only the dewdrops have gone.
Sea mists on a pane.
A beam of sunlight sneaks through
opening the view
The room fills with fresh insight
the glass was never quite touched.
Moonlight falls on pond.
A reed bends and flits a leaf
from the water's skin.
The stars' reflections remain
unruffled by the ripples.
A loose silver hair
caught upon a jacket sleeve—
deft fingers pause, then
borrow it for half a breath
before the mind can claim it.
A word almost said.
Hangs sharp between two old friends.
A teacup is poured.
steam skims anger flecks aside,
while a spoon stirs the tea leaves.
Mother's soft fingers.
Lift a lash from a boy's cheek—
he never looks up.
A small kindness passes by
unnoticed by either eye.
Sat by the bedside.
She loosens his wedding ring
twists it part aside.
The pale band beneath remains—
pale skin bands outlast the gold.
When last light thins out,
even the gentlest touch fails
to lift what's worn thin—
Outside, moonlight skims the roof;
bounces, flits, and flies away.
I
Dead groves of buried flowers,
for the modern to be and to appear ...
and innocence be voice off tuned,
only the voice of noise be flourish.
II
Hallucinate engines loose on the street,
causes the moon, flee, hide, and disappear,
carrying on her breast the night naked sheet ...
The sun aware of this, uncertain that appears.
III
All bucolic geometry has already collapsed
in this infamous madness, villain of success,
even joyful and lively joy are vanished
IV
fearing for such bestial evil intentions,
because only of ghostly aberrations,
so they wear the visors of progress ...!
Ramhorns and Tamberines were used while he spoke of the "reverance of God".
In a theological context, fearing God is often described as a profound reverence, awe, and respect for the Creator's power and holiness, rather than terror. It serves as the foundation for wisdom, guiding individuals to live a morally upright life and to align their actions with divine principles
But one stood and challenged this worship. HHe said might these gatherings instill fear might man exploit?Or gather to explpoit the differances between people.Might some marry and others be scapegoat to there ignorance?Or the might the waays ofthose who wait watch long enough to learn so you may error?What is Reverance and who instills it's aturity?
To end the dispute One stood and spoke: saying,humbling oneself in the presence of something perceived to be greater or more exalted than oneself, such as a sacred object, a revered individual, or the natural world" then the ushers removed the guy without any inscident.
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In Reference Too
--------------------(HAVE EFFECT). to have a strong effect or influence on a situation or person
In reference to, the hashing impact of R&B and Opera vocal techniques, they clash due to completely different approaches to breath support, vibrato, and tone. R&B uses a relaxed, conversational delivery (often with a mic), whereas opera requires deep, high-pressure diaphragmatic support and heavy vibrato to project acoustically over a full orchestra
Because the process is deterministic (the same input always produces the exact same output) and highly sensitive. Musical math is the interchange or the confluence of math and music, where concepts like fractions, ratios, and geometry organize rhythm, melody, and scales
DRAWING AND PAINTING
Free hand Drawing is my addiction
on lines, figures, shapes of Geometry
designing in symmetry and asymmetry,
exactly same as composing poetry
in rhymes, free verse! No restriction.
To sketch portrait, I fascinate,
taking my Idols and high personalities,
popular figure or celebrities,
Dear Ones of lovable qualities,
I try to concentrate
I love to paint Natural panorama.
as mountains, forests visited so far,
lake, brook, stream or river,
flying bird, sparkling star, blooming flower.
Each I honour as prima.
I wish to be a cartoonist
carrying easy means of relaxation
to release stress or tension.
May not worth to mention,
I am not so-called artist.
10/11/17