Long Triangle Poems
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I loved a woman who loved two men.
She consumed me from the inside.
There are times I remember back then.
When she chose him it hurt my pride.
She consumed me from the inside.
I thought about her night and day.
When she chose him it hurt my pride.
It took all my courage to walk away.
I thought about her night and day.
A strange obsession that consumed my mind.
It took all my courage to walk away.
She baptized me in a love that made me blind.
A strange obsession that consumed my mind.
I deserved more than she was able to give.
She baptized me in a love that made me blind.
Now that the chains are gone I'm able to live.
I deserved more than she was able to give.
My moral compass helped me find the way.
Now the chains are gone I'm able to live.
Although she was amazing I could not be her slave.
My moral compass helped me find the way.
There are times I remember back then.
Although she was amazing I could not be her slave.
I loved a woman who loved two men.
Hi Debbie, I gave it a try. I like my other poem so
I am leaving that one as it was. Thanks for making
me think about the form.
Content inspired by Sarai Romani's poem "Morality is War"
What of pride and presentation
When time is short in duration?
An octagon out of a square...
Proverbial scissors used there.
It is what it is - this, I hear
Constantly in and out each ear.
A triangle meets hexagon
In repetition, on and on.
Input dried of saturation...
Effort tried, no compensation.
Ongoing instances of these
Bring situations to their knees.
When unavailability
Of resources persists to be,
Circumstances are made humble...
Everything begins to crumble.
One example - making a cake.
Unsuccessful within its bake
When ingredients are lacking...
Outcome evident of slacking.
If its method is not followed
Proper, it is harder swallowed.
When void of cooking essential,
Cake does not reach its potential.
Take another scenario...
The teamwork of employment so.
When two workers turn into one,
Managed quality is undone.
In regards to minor detail,
Its freshness gradually turns stale...
Pending failure when correction
Is established of inspection.
Conclusions do not come with ease...
What once was, no longer a breeze.
Corner cutting in all respect
Leads to certain snowball effect.
Such distressing leads to stressing...
This, is it worth second guessing?
Band-aids sometimes necessary,
But should just be temporary.
Karma walks the many roads
forks at paths of diversion
with signposts trivia directions
She rests at home in herself
multiple voices finding congruence
convenes unravels gathers lose threads
Wholesome gentle nothingness ensues
from inside where streams of consciousness
flow from wetlands and delta to sources and spring
Markers show the way forward
through olive plantations and citrus’s scent
as she licks her lips glows and remains
The kiss of life firmly on her forehead
third eye forming a wondrous triangle
with bright almond eyes and desire
Passionate moments reflect in her fortune
as an amber amulet rises once more and again
when she in-and exhales sweat vapours of love
A myriad of past roundabouts has finally
squared circular transcendent motions
of miraculous moons and one wheel of life
Seeds have been sown and roots have grounded
Anima and Animus are quivering in anticipation
as Karma’s soulmate settles the shivering mountain
Karmus has appeared on the horizon for the feast of
two crescents all in one and one in all forever
when climaxes mount under a star-studded sky
31st August
Ladies and gentleman
Breaking news proving
The great conspiracy theory
Was far from a hoax -
Early this morning Jack Frost
Guilt-ridden and repentant
Turned himself in to the authorities
Admitting to his gruesome crime
Jack Frost confessed it was he
who assassinated Sir Humpty Dumpty
By the great wall of China
in broad daylight in front of hundreds
of witnesses who never came forward to testify
The coverup seemed it would never be solved
The assassin has been apprehended
The long-term mystery has been solved
Though the motive remains sketchy at this time
It is rumored that there was a love triangle
With the international superstar Miss Piggy
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL - RANKED 1ST
A hexagon, a hexagon, you have to be a hexagon.
You say you are a pentagon?
What use have I for pentagon?
You’re too close to the White House lawn!
So you’re a base to stand upon?
This isn’t baseball, Pentagon.
You silly polygon, be gone!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are a nonagon.
A nonagon? What good are YOU?
A coin perhaps, from Timbuktu??
You’re nothing, nonagon. Come on!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are a decagon.
I guess you think you are a star.
I don’t need someone quite so far
up in the heavens where you are.
I need, instead, a hexagon.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are an octagon.
You’ve got some versatility!
A mirror, tiles, candles too.
They all can be the shape of you.
But on the streets I always see
your sign. It makes me have to stop.
I do not think you are for me!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
A triangle you’ve now become?
A simple flag? Three-sided crumb?
I know that as an instrument
you are not much! I find you dumb.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
A rectangle you try to be
and now a square. You don’t fool me!
I find you oh so ordinary.
Crackers or Monopoly,
or crossword puzzles I don’t need
and Sponge Bob – yep – that’s “square” indeed!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
And so you are a circle now?
you’ve got no point, you “walking round in circles” cow.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon.
I want those feathered flakes of snow
with crystals of six sides to show.
I need the shape of many eyes
that see more colors than we know -
the eyes of flitting dragonflies!
I need the carbon chain of DNA
and pretty patterns on the shell
of tortoises. Okay, okay!
You are a hexagon, you say?
Come let me have a taste. Don’t tease!
You are the honeycomb of bees!
So sweet you are; you are my *salve.
I now have got a hexagon;
you're now the thing I had to have!
*In American English: salve uses silent l and rhymes with have.
Sept 15, 2019 For Nina Parmenter's "Welcome to My Random World" Contest
I look out there
With a curious stare
An informative world conference experience
Should be attended if serious
No one can be seen
What could it mean?
Except for a gentlemen
A message the individual wanted to send
Holding a nation flag, notebook, and pen
A voice he wanted to lend
“I have a question
If we are in recession?
Have you heard of the triangle?
An international tangle
Displaying a thoughtful right angle
Culture, education, and health care
Are being challenged and dared
Need protection
Thoughtful interjection
Important academic schools
With lifelong skillful tools
For once learned
Decisions made are firm
Finding the right track
Not handled like a hack
I took the inquiry to heart
Swirling the Idea, I did start
Peacefully inserted in my mind
A concept I did not decline
Today we are competing in games
Warriors are athletic names
Many view sports as culture
Winning addiction turns someone into a vulture
Accepting the call
Try breaking down a destructive wall
Blocking interaction
Military might form a written retraction
On letterhead
This is better than counting the dead
If participants are not on stage
No matter the age
A surgical mask is worn
Due to health care virus that has torn
Creating a battlefield scene displaying those in mourn
Hopefully studying these two lessons
Creating a socially accepted confession
Commanding clean up the angry mess in
After grading egotistical testing
Minus violent arresting
Funny no spectators in the seats
Pondering the Olympic flame heat
Just like my speech
Where only one person I did reach
Was that lone soldier enough?
To release the peaceful white dove
Flying above
Filled with love
Getting things straight
‘We live in a world that should not encounter hate’
Remember only an audience that has one
Can get the real job done
Since the spoken word directly would be understood
Masses not tinkering under the hood
Engine conversation perfectly sounding purr
Warming the ice-cold burr
Leaving positive talk in the pot to stir
Honestly defeating any army, endured
OOOO
OOOOOOOO
O Friday the 13thO
a sign of misfortune
Don't have 13 guests
O around the table,O
O all 13 die within O
OOOOOO a year OO
OO Break a mirror,
seven years of misfortune I OOOOOO
Black cat across the road, I Never walk OO
OOO - spit three times I OO under a ladder...
to undo this calamity I O avoid the OOO
OOOOO X / triangle ...witchcraft -
X Cross your fingers
I just to be safe
OOO I OOOOOO
OLook for OO I
a four-leaf clover I I
in the meadow, OO I I
OO it brings you OO I I
OO Good Luck O I I *
OOOOOO I I * *
OOOO I I * *
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Reality and fact, a stark, cold, whiteness.
Dripping slowly through the filter of my mind, staining it with a rainbow of color. My mind is full of blues and greens, a hint of yellow around the edges.
My mouth pours this out into your ears. Gravity feeds it into your colander like mind, adding the bold colors of red and orange.
And on and on we pour out and fill up, fill up and pour out, each adding our brand of rainbow to the blanko of fact.
A triad of stories and experience.
A trinity of interpretations.
A triangle of translations.
Each painting is unique and true to the artist.
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I've heard it said secrets can't be kept.
Unless, of course, only one is left…
...of the number who know it or have been told,
for secrets are impossible for some to hold.
If there are two sides to a sordid tale,
you can be certain there are three as well.
And more if I'm to tell the truth...
...for we are all human, yes, even you!
And we mustn't forget the silent one,
Who witnesses all we've said and done.
So recalling, no secret is safe.
All comes to light on judgment day.
The wickedness and evil here on earth
will burn to ash, just what it's worth.
Those who repent, striving to do what's right,
needn't fear as judgment draws nigh!
No matter whose side of the story is told,
God loves us, our true heart He knows.
No lie will stand, no others believed...
For there are three sides to every story
I carved a circle on the ground to search for a new path to go home, I carved a circle on the ground to find where destiny is bound. I stand on the circle time and it keeps taking me around and around, there is no end to this puzzle because the circle is unbroken.
You cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart because there is no point where it starts; you cannot pull a 360-degree circle apart when the Persian calendar and the Babylonian calendar use sexagesimal number.
This circle is a binding force that keeps pounding at you, you go to the grocery store and the shopkeeper keeps asking for more. You go to the concert hall and you have to put up with a terrible brawl, and then the agitated guest keeps stepping on your shoe, pacing backward and forth without a single clue.
The circle is everywhere but you have nothing to fear; the circle is everywhere and if you go to the top of the street and take the right angle it will lead you back to the left angle.
It is the radius that keeps us together and the arc that connects and mystifies our mind and a visual subdivision that connects us to the land.
The Babylonians made a gift out of it and the Americas find it hard to accept it, the British and the Germans are catching on but the Russians and the Chinese are still wandering, moving around in a 360 degree circle
The equilateral triangle is in there too watching and talking about me and you .The Babylonians have everything on you from crock-pot to a table mat and from a bicycle to a tricycle. You have to examine your circle for every piece of evidence that you can find will clear my name from the grape vine.
The circle is big and it can see you from the hill it is moving in different direction and mapping the minute particle on the land.
Your country is a dot on the map and the circle is all that you have got’, sometime the circle goes on a long ride and the decimal point is all you can find. The subset is made of two overlapping circles. and right in the middle is where they place the bet. But the design on the library floor will take you through the final door, follow the circle.
Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved,
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine
Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes
A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables.
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations
Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely
Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down
Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?
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Inspired By the Garden Party Contest
Sponsored By Cyndi McMillan 6/6/14