Long Quadrilateral Poems
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Once upon an eternal sacred time of Earth's Golden Age,
Yin knew her body as a divinely virginal forested place
given equally to all for and of Earth's holy
wondrous
regenerativity.
She, without language,
but with marvelously round holonic symmetry
and multisensory proportion,
recreated prolifically organic
panentheistic nurture systems
Bilateral crown/root shade trees
of cobinary up/down energies
with mutually subsidiary synergy
Ingesting/Digesting icons of Earth's
convexly articulating,
quadrilateral light/power octaved
health-naturing non-dissonant communication
Prime +1crown/-(-0)root co-relational
mind/body polyvagally cobinary
up/down double-binding
ego/eco-logical balance
of sacred/organic neurosystems
perceiving/receiving
polyvagal win/win resonance
Universally positive/positive 1-LeftYang
numeration
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denominatively unitarian
double-negative 0- RightYintegrity
Yin's dualdark left/right
reflecting Yang's up/down
nondual dialectical .spirit/nature
mind/body
crown/root
enlightening empowerment tao-circle.
Elder Matriarchal YinRight embodied feelings
and Younger Patriarchal YangLeft disembodied thoughts were,
and remain,
happiest and healthiest
compassionately co-pleasured together
And cognitively-thought v intuitively-felt dissonant
when Yang remains adolescently uppity,
believing His superior sacred brain
over-rules His inferior, merely organic
neurosystemically mindless body
Too often His anthropocentrically monotheistic state,
dissociating Yin's RightBrained pantheistic outflowing
growing grace
Sacredly organic
ecological bodies
conjoined in circlingcrown/root
polyvagal dances
to LeftBrain's deepest resonant songs,
poetry of embodied crown/root flow,
Earth's ecosystemic up-lightened
democratic down-powerment.
Go tell it on Earth's mountain:
this Crown/Root of ChosenAnthro
co-redemptively reborn Bodhisattva PeaceWarriors
of Earth's Post-Messianic in/out-flowing
upper-mind/lower-body caste-abolishing
global climate of enlightened/empowering peace.
ten years later
still missing her
i pick the most beautiful flowers
pink and green representation
i erase a small quadrilateral of the world so i can spend some time with you
in those moments, it is so perfectly quiet
in my head, there is not even a hint of a riot
i converse with you in a vibe so still and just reflect
man....ten years later....life itself is just not the same
she made it seem that way despite the inevitable changes
without her i am sometimes lost
without her i am left confused at times not knowing what to do
what gets me through is knowing that she is watching right there with God
i wonder if she is proud of me now instead of disappointed
no matter what the answer may be, my love for her blooms brightly with monumental maturation....
What we have named Fire Escape
(an ordered, angular tangle of ladders and rail)
had made picture geometries in my west window
well-framed and flat–set foreground and background
in two dimensions, as the sun hid,
and my round eye opened.
What we have named Fire Escape
was flaked-paint brown orange, as if
first it had been born of flame
and then had long taken up living as metal–
tempered itself into usefulness,
which I should trust now, in case of the yelling
and the engines.
What we have named Fire Escape
was happy Jungle Jim or Jungle for Jane
for the sparrows I saw this morning
which flitted and wildly played
within, rising up, arched and coming back again.
Made of the square pairs of ladder rungs–
a tunnel entrance or ducking posts,
or highway bridges to clear;
the birds like small plane, daredevil pilots
each following each, going under.
And I supposed that no sparrow would ever crash.
And what was this I remember now?
How one bird eased its engine and perched there to stay?
As if to offer me, with a little turn head gesture,
a thank you for the bread I’d left on the sill? Or to say
I’d better shut the curtain and make my exit?
Either prideful guess gets me nowhere fast.
Failed even is speaking in any sparrow language
from my recline stuffed chair; again, but now imagined,
to draw beady eyes to fix on me, telling me much less.
That morning, with the last sparrow gone,
I remember that nothing in my sight moved,
save an American flag at a distance in the wind,
with its one red-white striped wing
waving toward the cold north,
as the white church spire,
framed in an open quadrilateral,
held its position.
(Written one day before the Boston Marathon bombing of April 15th, 2013)
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
so desperate to meet you here
however you do not show
i come back to the same place
grey hairs display my stress
a certain part of me tingles until i come close to climax
my knees beg to buckle, but i remain firm with what little strength i have left
deep within my mind i need you so badly
i am so enamored with my lust for you that my brain cannot connect
i am totally ignorant of the fact that the feeling is not even close to mutual on her end
yet and still i wait in the same place in all seasons
the circle has become a maze craze concave quadrilateral in total darkness
so anxious to see you here....to heavily tight to be freely loose
Quadrilateral based structures
four sides triangular leaning in
Each stone block estimated at 2.5 to 15 tons
around 2.3 million in one
Over 118 pyramids now discovered standing
in Egypt on Giza plateau
stretching down the Nile valley
at the edge of the Sahara desert
These include Cheops, Cheprio, Mycerinus, and Sphinx
surrounded by magnificent monuments, palaces, and temples
Initiated by Khufu around 2550 B.C.
built fit for supremacy
Pharaohs and Queens expected to become Gods in after-life
so they were embalmed and mummified
as mummies in preparation for the world
with everything they may need to keep themselves there
Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.
It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep those numbers all in line,
as if any one could give dissuasions.
With exponent passion you draw me in,
a mathematician first, then a teacher.
Each number's a friend, a neighbor, a kin.
Each student is a math-munching creature.
You couple denominators, strong and alike,
a prismic marriage of commonality,
then suddenly you divide them like
a Shakespearean tragedy.
Then you flip-flop like common weather,
and in a calm numerical tangent,
you bring those digits back together
like a quadrilateral sonnet.
Your rhombus eyes, like tigers animate
when you say the word "perpendicular."
Could you say you'd ask me for a date,
anywhere logarithmic, but I'm not particular.
Take me away on a coordinate plane,
parallel to a median integer
with stem-and-leaf plot as the terrain,
and a commutative property perimeter.
I can offer admiration and a laugh,
just teach me how to use a protractor.
Of all the variables on a bar graph,
we are the greatest common factor.
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. "
Hey everybody it's
Saturday Night
And I am free and single
And what that means is
It's time to gather the boy's
And head downtown
In search of a crowded dancefloor
Full of fever hottie's throwing
sexy shape's my way
Who I can lay my game on
I've had a shower got my best
clothes and fragrance on
Now all i need to do is down a
gallon of beer and quadrilateral shot's
in double quick time
So I am then enabled to ever so subtly
approach whichever unlucky gal I am
about to try my luck out with
And this is what ill say to her
Hey there girl
I see I caught your eye
Do you come here often
I don't do this very often
But because it's you ill make an exception
But if you'll lend me $10
I'll buy us both a round of drink's
And we'll see how thing's go
I'm not promising you anything
and don't take anything for granted
Apart from the fact either i am quite
obviously very cheap a funny guy
Or rather than or as I like to profess
I am a feminist who treat's women with
the total respect they are due
And if that don't work as in all probability
and likely hood it won't
I'll just continue carry on drinking until
come the end of the night
I'll do what I always do and try my
best to latch on to the female version
of me who is even drunker
But who still is able enough to
hail us a cab to get us home
So I can pass out on her once we are
there hopefully without me throwing
up or peeing myself in the process
Because the next time I am out chance's
are I may just come across her and our
paths may cross again
And that could possibly blow my chances
of bagging one of her friends
Because girls tend to tell their friends
everything nothing stays in Vegas
Right down to the size of your plumber's
crack and ballcock
An unusual thing,
The Perpendicular X,
Just a symbol to most,
Filled with meaning and fortitude.
It tells people in motion,
Judgment is protocol,
Logic and sense, if ignored,
Could lead to a quadrilateral stigma.
To humans in despair,
Hope and righteousness, it possesses,
True, only in the mystical sense,
We know society's smarter than that.
In the world of format,
It's used as additive,
Trying to make something larger than it really is,
Now, is this necessary?
The simple intersection of,
Two indefinite slashes,
Separates the dumb and the smart,
Unfortunately, also the devoted from the ignorant.
(7/84)