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It’s unnerving how so easily
And nonchalantly I deviate
Spin off in odd directions
Off on a tangent lose my path
Without roots and effortless
adrift I sway in the first passing wind
And let myself be carried away
By any summer’s night breeze
Captivated in some stargazing moment
Charmed by the beauty of magical illusion
While I naively wander from my inner kingdom
Unsuspectingly breaking free from freedom itself
It’s most disturbing when I’ve strayed
Because for the longest time the path home
Really seems like it may be lost forever
Before I know it I question if I've lost myself
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Impossible mission to pinpoint present
such fleeting moment instantaneously spent
according to yours truly i.e. this gent
mind boggled, intrigued, stymied...
courtesy unseen minute
(mine hoot, minoot, my newt...) agent
provocateur stealing every precious second,
whether or not satisfactorily spent
time thief absconds with
most treasured commodity
nary tell tale sign,
where he/she went
allegedly, inscrutably, seemingly...
robbing in plain sight fervent
as greased lightning
ramping, stepping, ticking up
blithely skedaddling across firmament
ratcheting frenzied temperament
upon psyche – regarding current
temporary soul searching resident
unstoppably speeding, jetting, barreling...
trigonometrically calculating tangent
severely distorted against
turbulent kaleidoscopic hallucinatory
backdrop – centripetal/centrifugal adjacent
forces compressing body electric
elongating flesh beyond infinity
diaphanous corporeal essence rent
asunder obviously self evident
Ahab bin to theorize
Pequod now to thee extent
overactive imagination lent
allows, enables, and provides
poetic license allotment
extemporizing this entire extent
stretching corpus callosum
to breaking point as well cogent
continuity fractured no different
than usual literary pablum
wariness cautionary brief adage,
when traipsing thru apparent
gobbledygook on par with
puttering around greenacres,
vis vis equivalent
ensnared within wide
webbed whirled sand trap event
chilly eroded Earth's landmasses
made of rocks and minerals
bajillion years metamorphosis refulgent
glistening silicon dioxide
in form of quartz
feldspar and mica supplement
granules ergo timeless saga never ends
or begins analogous
to Möbius strip lambent.
Just what is at stake
I'm at the strange plain in my life
I'm touching those fears within my doubts
just what is at stake
curved surface at a point and yet my Lord keeps me from it just what is at stake
I am at a straight plane in my life
just what is faith
I'm at the straight plane in my life
Faith something that I can't touch
just what is Faith
Tangent fears
and yet it lifts me up
and yet my Lord keeps me from it
just what is Faith
just what is this fear
I'm at a straight place in my life
this unpleasant emotion caused by unbelief
just what is this fear
and yet it lets me up it's in my mind
and heart and it's dangerous
just what is the sphere
11/26/19
James Edward Lee Sr. 2018
On a sand less stepped on
by many, I drew a square
whose side is twice my height.
I lay on my back in that square
with my head tangent to its side
and with my feet on the intersection
of the square's diagonals.
Temperature rose in the place.
My body melted.
My head turned into a magnet
and my feet into a pivot.
On each vertex of the square
emerged a magnet polar with mine.
They beckoned me
to join them in their play.
As I approached one of them,
it moved away from me.
The next did the same.
Again I approached another,
hoping that it would be
different from the previous,
but I failed.
They were all the same!
They had planned it?
I thought of stopping their mischief
until I felt that some
mechanisms on my pivot (feet)
were giving them motivation.
On the brink
On the periphery.
Shattering hope
With drunken glee
Strange wreckage
With intoxicated spree
Prepare to fly high
To the skyline
T
I
P
S
Y
Affable mental health
comes with acceptance
that we always
tread on the condone
of a
c
l
i
f
f
But the most confident
in an unexpected landslide.
in a sudden avalanche.
can turn us into
O
C
E
A
N
No wine to wear
no purple to claim.
but when she walks.
It emerges from her eyes.
ticking, ticking
T
I
C
K
I
N
G
Tangent love never goes away
holding hands for years
tasting the same air
why did we part?
hearts we still live in
remembering all the cracks
we will never die...we will never die
love was once and will always
S
T
A
Y
Written: February 23, 2023
Premier Choice No 1190 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Talking apple and oranges may deliberate,
wondering to what has been considered.
Different things altogether just multiplied,
losing the string of thoughts refined.
The extended version by lots of Fish in the water,
poachers have no mercy taken stories broader.
Incidentally to go off in tangent moment,
not having the right kettle for Fish component.
To have a kettle that fits the Fish,
is the secret in this gastronomic dish.
The stealing game and the show to manipulate,
changing to another kettle of Fish accurate.
Pique-nique and rural feast conversation,
perplexed affaires as general sensation.
One can still make a fine kettle of Fish with it,
having a surreal perspective permit.
Give it a break, the truth is simple,
squeeze that focus pimple.
Then the Fish needs its kettle,
getting a particular topic to settle.
Winding necks and astonishments,
the art of appearance in dare relevance.
Minding ones business in different speech,
who is who in the kettle of Fish.
Other days as metaphor situation,
different kettle of Fish declaration.
Misfits in places have to transform,
making easy accent the norm.
Everybody knows the questioning reach,
who dare is, another kettle of fish.
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.
all we do is talk about the weather
in our own cellar language
and I want to accept
the truism of your perceptions
mainly to untangle the plot
but I ponder through seasons of augury
the intent of seven sisters
is perilous like tangent lines
and turns us into oblivious receivers
overcome by the haunting remorse
myths are lost with quiet humility
in another rebirth of blue moon
the uncontrollable power of destruction
is slowly getting into our penetrable thoughts
and strangely I'm your artificial hero
god lowered by the stage machinery
the elemental barricade of transitional gateways
even your tormented vision of love
dancing through the fourth dimension
we're chasing the unstable happiness
fighting the wakefulness of irrational age
we're awakened in self-sacrifice universe
born under the sign of the rabbit
we're expecting the divine intervention
by precise creation of water and metal
we collapse to each other as weeks go by
Major distraction powerful confusion
innovative woven tapestry
vivid words non-spoken sensual
conveying sense of disorientation
discomforted spiritual turmoil
imaginary imagination being lost and disconnected
from myself in retrospect
my amnesia has no recollection
there's no consciousness denial I have a headache my brains on fire my stomach aches my soul is on fire my thoughts are scattered I'm lost in my own forest if not for my light of clarity at not memory like drops of rain fall to the ground splashes forming a puddle a stream trickling down the sidewalk off the curb to the sewer drain I remain tangent lost and disconnected for my own memories and identity fire fire so I ache with intensity of the emotional physical pain fragmented and disjoint nature thoughts and emotions forgotten and forgiven struggling to find my foot amidst the steps of my inner turmoil
There is one mathematical rule we should know:
Nobody in the world can divide by zero.
Anyone who is a mathematical advisor
says you need something in the divisor.
You can’t have zero in the denominator of a fraction.
Zilch makes it undefined and out of action.
Americans, English, Canadians, and the Japanese,
say zero is at the intersection of the X and Y axes.
Naught for the X-value renders a slope undefined.
You cannot have a quotient when the slope is vertical-lined.
A tangent is a sine over the cosine ratio.
The tangent is undefined when the cosine equals zero.
So that is all I have to tell you today.
Did I make things clearer with what I had to say?