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Premium Member Machete

you and i were the 'good kids'
only spoke when spoken to
never picked a fight
didn't color outside the lines

later we learned that they
were sifting through all our art
ascertaining who lay on the
extremities of the bell curve
who might have a troubled home life
     and/or
who might have an aptitude for fine art
... we were somewhere in the middle

                                  fast forward thirty years or so...

we discovered a magic quill
that served as a machete
clearing out the underbrush
of this dense jungle we call
life

we learned to think outside 
the quadrilateral parallelogram
and found the outer rim
of that bell curve

we no longer raised our hands
waiting to be called on
we delved deep and found
a singular 
phenomenon
inside us -

our voice
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.


The Manchester Ship Canal - Part One

Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track; 
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the verger,
The magistrate, the chief executive - 
Seated first class, all habitually sat.
Swift grandiose arches, a celebration
Trumpeting the artful masons cunning devise,
Boast loudly of the great towers
Parallelogram of terrific forces:
Crossing over in giant leaping strides.

Here below, like Hercules reclining,
The stoic gates of Latchfords black fortress locks
Lift to brace against the immense swell
Far and beyond the chimming remarks
Of Greenhalls absolute, mechanically proven,
Georgian bell;
When, ensconced within a purpose-built, 
Purple brick tower:
Strikes the centuries old brewery clock
On the twelfth  
Of every God given hour.

A rich bankers cantilever 
Pushes doggedly against opposing, sheer, 
Red Sandstone walls;
Again the mauve and azure rock pigeon claps...
And then...coo, coo, cooingly calls.
Dry buzzing heat blurs over 
The hum of a high noons imcumbent midday;
The coup-de-gras scimitar wing stoops -
To fasten onto its slower-witted prey!

Steeped sides slipping amidst tumbling yellow
Gorse and sporadic flowers
Balk at the foreboding waters edge,
Where, over the denizens swirling bowers,
The resolute little rusting lugger,
Puffing and chugging,
relentlessly dredges and scours;
Churning the murky Eastham silts
That drab Manchester draw:
Into the vast hollowing quays 
On beachless, concrete Salfords industrialized,
High-rise dockland shore.

Through the deepest part of the black 
Channel
A salt grimed hulk smoothly slips...
Attached by a twisted hemp to the tugboat
That hauls the great ships.
Stirred by the bow waves
Flowing and ebbing like currents in time:
From the trough to the peak
The jettison and flotsam climbs -
Before succumbing to powerful undercurrents 
Of irresistible designs!
Form: Rhyme

A Quadrilateral Parallelogram Universe

Quadrilateral parallelograms of a Universe that never breathes  
we are brainwashed by a scientific box that never sleeps.  
Having been cloned with insipid performance and abhorrence
we have become A I s targets of the future, we are brainwashed. 
Frantic antic Dopamine released to the mind,  
putting us into a bullet sleep, they are robbing us blind.   
Like sheep with autoimmune disease, we're chained to reaction 
from a mechanical machine that is beginning to think for itself.  
The body follows the tilt of the head and the soul wilts, 
as we give away our ability to make decisions for ourselves. 

Living in a docile state of euphemisms we are stilted, living and  
giving A I s permission to mother and father us, without consent.    
Reprogrammed slowly we become the robots of the next Century
5D tempered glass, submersion diversion, humanistic and playful   
insisting on a monotone experience, lost, lost, lost * (in space) 
Ghosting our families, friends and lovers we are having an affair 
with technology, a long lasting affair that is costing us ourselves.   
Like Phil Collins once stated in a song, " Think Twice"
before you give away your cheese, to the "Ambidextrous Mice. "

Premium Member Waterfalls

Headwaters,
Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.

Everyone.
Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,

Cascading
Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.

Waterfalls,
From the rapids of youth,
To the flat waters of golden years


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Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline
11.02.14
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Received an NA in the above contest.

Entered in Edward Ebbs's contest: Only for those NA's on 01.23.16
The contest calls for an explanation of what the poem means to the author:

This poem is a summary of life.  
Headwaters=birth,
Cresting=growing up, 
misting=your effect on others and the world, 
'searching for another'=could be spouse, money, God, or just yourself, etc,        
Sacrifices=what you traded for what you wanted, 
cascading=life, time goes by so fast

Once you reach old age, hopefully your waters are calm (flat), and not still turbulent or made turbulent due to regret from choices and the trades you made in youth.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Waterfall

From high up
The rushing water leaps
A daring dive into the unknown.

Unrestrained
It tumbles down, eyes closed
Savouring the adrenalin rush

Of bold youth;
It flows in breathless flight
Crystalline streaks of exuberance.

Deafening
The roar of fulfilment
As waters meet and avidly merge.

 
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Paul Callus ~ 29th October, 2014 
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline.
[It consists of 4 stanzas of 3 lines each. 
The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9.]

Contest: Some Form Of Crystalline 
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Placed: 4th
Form: Verse


Disconnection Ok'D

post an atom.
we need one.

subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
 and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables + schedules + links + locations +options=
to label a schedule provides a link to a location which has many options.
israeli prime minister of home land secularity.
the pope is new. the pope is old. the pope is apparently the pope.
the pope cares?
the pope does not care?
the pope is the puppet.
the pope is not a puppet.
the puppets laugh.
as the pope popes.
the poor muslim mans.
the poor muslims.
why create so many gods.
say, just for an instant,
that it is just an idea.
an pretty clever idea.
when was the last time you thought of an idea called 'god.'
what was your last idea?
could you map it on the visible spectrum?
so your bifocals could cerebrally focus?
and sync to the mystic monthy surprise called a menses.
 the divine comedy.
it is a comedy.
wag the tail of a beloved.
rip the tail of the beloved.
fall into a pit.
come out of the pit.
eat a pit.
choke on a pit.
spit the pit.
the pit grows into more pits.
someone else picks the pit.
eats the pit.
chokes on the pit.
dies of the pit.
[enter hypothetical scene]

squirrel!
© Amra Cau  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Shape of Things To Come

shape up said the circle to the square

you’re a bit rough around the edges

far too closed in for comfort and joy


I can’t help it I’m all full of angles

right ones and wrong perspectives

constant rectangular doom so to speak


look at me I am a ring of fire and passion

diametrically sound complete at the centre

rounded and packed with infinite promise


you’ve no beginning unaware of the start

state you’re a wheel in perpetual motion

while I am grounded and sure of myself


no such thing for you are rigid and static

unsure where you’re going if moving at all

condemned to inflexible and taut stiffness


and so they squabbled from angry premises

valid arguments and debatable conclusions

righteous and unbending in their opposition


until an ellipse and parallelogram came along


change needs shifting paradigms under pressure

the square opened and jumped into the circle

anchored tangents perimeter and firm compromise


let us please wed our disadvantages and strength

no contradiction but complementing each other

Pythagoras meets Sisyphus and they applaud


27th November 2020

Premium Member My Love Is

 
Musical,
like a thousand wild birds;
singing in a green forest joyful.

Heavenly,
like a red rose blooming;
in the dripping dawn of a new day.

Elegant,
like the towering trees;
along a forest path in the shade.

Beautiful,
like a sunset falling;
like all the bright stars twinkling above.

_______________________
February 14, 2021

Poetry/Parallelogram de Crystalline Verse/My Love Is
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1329-518-14
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Images in Parallel
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 03/15/2021
Form: Verse

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