Long Permutation Poems

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Premium Member Butterfly - a Glosa

My cocoon tightens –colors tease
I am feeling for the air
A dim capacity for wings
Demeans the dress I wear
 1099 - Emily Dickinson

Butterfly- A Glosa

My potential, held in a chrysalis,
I hide within a shadowed niche,
safe from mischief and the curious,
time stands still for my strange seed.
Buds of my wings, flimsy as flowers,
grow from leaf nectar with ease.
In grub miasma I am geometry concealed;
a rainbow of speckles 
secretly forming  in tiny degrees.
My cocoon tightens- colors tease.

Outside a gentle, scented atmosphere,
stirs memories  of  my once, segmented self,
 sucked to wind tossed leaves, green
 of their green, protected by dapple;
a puzzle of leafy camouflage.
I gorged there, naked and bare,
then wove around me a  fine cocoon, 
I was the spinner, and the loom,
quietly suspended now I must dare.
I am feeling for the air.

I am feeling for the sun,
cell by cell, a squeezing permutation
diligently shedding grub matter.
A framework, a pattern, a nectar tongue 
coiled for long throats of flowers to come,
poised for pastoral whisperings
I struggle to unfold.
A magic, a beauty stunningly brief,
I hold, like all mystical things,
a dim capacity for wings.

My feelers, living dopplers’  vibrate 
I shimmer,  transparent gossamer. 
I gather energy, I tremble for flight,
I tumble with garden blest wings.
A brief portrayal of immortal life, 
 is part of the nature I bear. 
I flitter, I flutter I seem to be aimless,
 a symbol of ever-returning things.
Only the fragile and delicate flower, 
demeans the dress I wear.


For Line’s “ A Stunner 2017 Contest

The Glosa is a Spanish form based on taking 4 lines by another poet and expanding the theme.
I have entered this in 3 or more contests and was NA’d  EVERY time.

Applicable Not Applicable Contests
Contest Judged:  6/2/2019 2:03:00 PM
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux 
Placed 3rd
Form: Rhyme


Cross Country****part 1of 2*****

Miles and miles of open country pass as the train moves.
A sudden thrust, jolt then nothing. The earth stands still.
Wind circulates pushing branches, leaves dance with the melody..
We sit..
Or movement halted by a slow moving freight,
we do an unheard of twenty five miles per hour.
I need a shower, shave, clean clothes.
A bathroom stench overwhelmingly horrific,
waste scented essence in the air,
mixed with the body odor of many
who share.
On the toilet seat, 
look,
a pubic hair..

Finally, we slowly begin to move.
A conductor walks past checking destinations screaming:
"Next stop Chicago."
Passengers gather their belongings furious for the twelve hour delay.
Glossy eyes, scowls, a common look amongst the strangers.
Again, the train stops, deep breaths and a few colorful phrases
spout from a dozen or so.
A group of five sit and curse the situation,
hoping for a new permutation.

Hunger, fatigue, and back spasms corrupt my mood.
I am in need of food.
Sleep is not something that my body has seen.
The ride so far not peaceful, nor serene.
The delay has caused my lay-over to cease
causing me to jump trains hungry.
Where the meals range between $8.50-$15.00 a piece.
As I run to my next long acting bedroom on rails,
I smell food in the distance, hamburgers, fries, and chicken.
Oh, how this experience has sickened me.


........:JP)

Premium Member Annus Mirabilis-1905

March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it was in such a period of change in 1905
that the House of Physics
would see its Newtonian axioms
of an ordered universe collapse
into a new frontier
where the divisions of time and space
matter and energy
were to blend as rain and wind
in a storm that broke loose
within the mind of Albert Einstein
where Brownian motion danced
seen and unseen, a random walk
that became his papers marching through science
reshaping the very fabric of the universe
we have come to know
we all share a common ancestor
a star long lost in the eons of memory
and yet in that commonality
nature demands a permutation
a perchance genetic roll of the dice
which births a new vision
lifting us temporarily from the mystery
exposing some of the roots of our existence
only to raise a plethora of more questions
as did the papers of Einstein in 1905


   SAN DIEGO 9/05   Philosophy of Science Portal 
   Tim Ray   Poet Colleague
i was working as a "Stringer" for the above blog searching the Internet for articles on physics and philosophy and was asked to write this as part of a celebration of the 100-year mark of Einstein's papers. i do not do requests but i conceded for reasons. my claim to fame herein is a poke at Einstein's statement that God does not play with dice, however, was not he a permutation in the scheme of things? and lest we forget he objected to the Big Bang theory holding onto the Steady State with other scientists because it was too much like Genesis. and lost to Bohr over Quantum Entanglement, settled by John Stewart Bell...but who is counting? and these peccadillos stand in little shadows of those papers in 1905.
Form: Verse

Summation

What you add up to may be less,
Than what’s inside and unseen, 
But your behaviour will determine, 
Happiness by where you've been. 

Our processes can be perceived, 
By family members or role-models, 
Maybe hierarchically by meaning, 
But definitely by our rationals.

You can get real with them easily, 
Or be as complex as meteorology,
Make a point or sensible relation,
To demand a finite sociology. 

When there’s a series of events, 
That diverge in extrapolation, 
You can associate with friends, 
In commutative permutation. 

They mean absolute convergence, 
Rhyme with you and find time, 
For an ellipsis you’ve allowed, 
Which you’d like objectified fine.

You won’t falter with summation, 
It is inductively correct by step, 
Your base won’t make you a case, 
‘Cos your hypothesis will schlep.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Somnolent

Heavy eyelids
Drooping daze;
Blur fatigue


Hot weather
Sleepy eyes punctuate;
Somnolence


Well-fed bout
Too much food;
Sleepy convulsions


Eyelids heavy
Drowsy excursions;
Dreamy ESP


Chatter in slow motion
Awareness in decline;
Afternoon nap


Rapid express
Snoring sensations;
Roomy context


One by one
Figures tumble;
Sleepy exposure


Painful waiting time
Dental appointment;
Fatal extraction!


So many things
Left unsaid;
Good conversation


Drowsy listening
After lunch break;
Learners half asleep


Crowded space
Edgy moods prowl;
Silent rage sparks


Extra dry drought
Wild fires burn;
Smoke and ashes


Take a walk
Make some small talk;
Stiff indifference


Crowded street
Lonely faces;
Anxiety engineers


Busy footsteps
Crowded mall;
Noise pollution


Brief glance
Beauty meets beast;
Bar stool permutation


By crowded footpath
Old cripple cries:
Help me, buy tissues!


Day time escapades
Sunday morning jog;
People street hog


Leon Enriquez
20 Apr 2014
Singapore
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Tongue Twister

TONGUE TWISTER

        Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
        assessing accessing accepting accent,
        pointing permitting possible permutation,
        claiming cunning clever combination,
        sorting syllables on restricted selection
        yielding rough tough pronunciation.
        Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
        No boredom, speak random speedy quick.  
                                                              
       Talk faster ignoring protester.         
       Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
       Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
       bombarding bewildering audience
       with competence, confidence   
       and coinciding Tongue- Twister.

  01/11/21
                                                 Third Place

  ' Tongue Twister Challenge'  Contest by Joe Sandler
Form: Rhyme

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