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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
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!
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. "
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.
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
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!
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
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.
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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