Just another day in paradise ...
Has been my waking thought most days.
But damn, it's not getting any easier,
To repeat this catchy phrase.
Now I'm sure my age is partly responsible,
As the mileage increases the wear and tear.
While my income doesn't keep up with compound
Interest; it's just numerically unfair.
So I'm left to and belly-ache,
To a solitary audience that won't talk back.
Because if I did, I might find a rubber room,
Modeling a straight-jacket and a sack.
Of course this leads to suffering in solitude,
As family and friends have fled the scene.
Where now I can see why many elders imbibe,
I mean hell, a paradise-like pub to intervene ?
Yet I realize that's not the answer, at least
Not the one that can be seen to last.
So being awakened to my dwindling Eden,
Should I slow my pace compared to my past ?
Through it all, a solution hides near me,
But I know we'll find each other soon.
And when it happens, the heavens will smile
Again, while I watch the ongoing cartoon.
Categories:
numerically, paradise,
Form: Light Verse
He was just a boy, living his life each day
Growing into his young years, displayed
Day to day life encouraging young thrall
Doing as he should, with friends, football
Then life takes a turn, changes, changes
Disjointed norms twisted, askew thrown
Stiffling a mind when should be growing
Turmoil now leads, his life in rearrange
From pillar to post cast, cast out to there
Just another statistic, another numerically
Discussions, discussions, lets put him there
When, quite frankly, they didn't really care
Inside from his outside, they couldn't see
Turmoil now leads, his life in rearrange
Young, so young, that even he can't be
Being pillar to post cast, innocently he
Days, weeks, months, years, decades
Through his eyes others have never seen
He was just a boy, living his life each day
But to another, he was just anothers keen!
Categories:
numerically, abuse, age, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme
SUNDIAL WISDOM--
I only tell of sunny hours;
And my face looks toward heaven's skies;
And a gnomon, which casts a shadow onto my dial;
My eyes gnomon clouds ruin my view;
Glaucoma vision clouding my decision;
I yet still can't see my time;
Numerically can't read the sign;
The earing of sun-block, keeps me from buying a watch;
As time goes by, shadows lie;
Numbers Roman or old English;
Without the sun Can't be read;
I have no, No time stone-face;
Wish someone would tell me what time it is;
1/30/19
For Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Julia Ward
Personification poetry form only
Categories:
numerically, analogy, appreciation, introspection, visionary,
Form: Personification
1.) An amoeba on the cellular level
2.) A flashlight on the sun
3.) The Colorado River at 2:15 am
4.) Thursdays on the moon
5.) Oxygen....Strike that....We need that
6.) Blank checks when full checks are needed
7.) Cucumbers that begin with Q
8.) Copper
9.) The numbers 25 and 43
10.) The capital of Argentina
11.) Virginity and all her cousins
12.) Empty bottles of fluids including whiskey
13.) The number thirteen
14.) The number fourteen but less frequently and less numerically
15.) The capital "I" in Indonesia
16.) Yellow marbles, (the square ones are fine.)
17.) Root canals and guns, (the kind with bullets)
18.) A shorter list of things not needed
19.) Islands in the Pacific surrounded by salt water
20.) Size 12 army boots
21.) Purple colored foods and oranges of a different color
22.) People with a list of things less needed
23.) People with strings attached
Authors note: The author apologies in advance if anyone did not make the list. He is particularly apologetic to the people of Buenos Aires Argentina, especially those who speak Spanish and visit nearby Montevideo Uruguay on weekends. Though they are less needed they are still greatly appreciated.
Categories:
numerically, fun, image, judgement, silly,
Form: List
Numbers come from a singularity at sea
Grow into oceans numerically speaking
Fluent in the foreign language of Chronology
Born from an original source sequentially conceived
Sometimes repeating calculus because they can
Starting out as the number one and counting
Figures break down into fractions
That hatch from shells on the banks of logic
Mathematical equations have solid names
John and Mary are not among them
Algebra is also not related at this time
However, Algebraic expressions seem human
When written as a quotient of polynomials
Rational and irrational as they may appear
Numerical oceans floating on logic surround us
It is hard to grasp such fluid objects in motion
Chronological or otherwise they still come
One after another exponentially counting down
Dividing by ten to get to the sum of the day
Categories:
numerically, appreciation, birth, creation, identity,
Form: Free verse
Binary 101
Numerically double-edged,
Duplicitous it is paired
Likewise and two fold
Its twin coded binate, not spared.
Double barrelled
Bilateral couple,
teamed;
braced – unified.
Mated and single
Coupled, unpaired
Mixed radix,
Can be shared.
Digitally based
Systematically aced
Zero blocks the chain
Based at one
The power redefines
Linear thinking holds
Only conversion
Characterises
The values you will find
Inside binary lines
Categories:
numerically, computer,
Form: Free verse
Arm piece;
Piece of glamor;
A bedazzling jewel.
Parade of fancy flesh.
Kind to his eyes.
Soft to his touch.
Mindless merchandise
Fallen breast.
Eyes swollen;
Damaged by
Reckless owner.
Invested in the flesh.
He has stashed away
Yesterday’s
Pleasures
numerically.
Stored
in backroom boxes
Of subfuscous
treasures.
Women
Tucked away
As for yesterday’s booty.
Serves now but as an
Unattractive prize;
Weighed with eyes’.
and lustful hearts.
For her, no fresh start.
Ahh!, but for him
New glitter sachets;
As she parades
In her fine attire.
She has appealed
to his recent desires.
Maids and maidens’
He added them;
Subtracted, them
From the human collection.
Once attractive royalty,;
No longer appealing.
Pleasures weighed
By false measures.
Determined by a heart,
“wholly without loyalty”.
whose fault?
I say…
“Her fault totally”.
Categories:
numerically, anger, boyfriend, dark, emotions,
Form: Verse
.......and then he created untested equations,
arranging them numerically in the blackboard,
as he sipped his Ethiopian coffee. "Something
is missing......" he thought to himself,
as he anxiously held his white chalk;
there was no duster - he didn't believe in errors,
yet he felt that his equations were inadequate;
malnourished.
He wondered whether his equations would outlive
the Great Flood of Infinity, after the end of Time.
Speaking of time, there was no time - his equations
were eating away his mortality, like a group of tiny
black holes......
Categories:
numerically, art, creation, imagery, mystery,
Form: Narrative
Life Chapter One
Abstracted asymmetrical
chemical reactions
pulled from goo
on cotton buds of put upon fibre
and finding the answer numerically
within the vessels of perpetuity
in survival mode
they called it love
in succincticity
it's no purpose
or reason
or creation for
self appeasement
the universal experiment
without oversight
life
Life Chapter Two
A gentle breeze blows all the blades
and so bowing together
some tremble
waiting for a star to
find them
In a tree just above
a bird lands
and sings with misty throat
everywhere is some thing to see
everywhere is sound to hear
and hearts beat
hearts beat
life
Categories:
numerically, life,
Form: I do not know?
We text love
Text we hate
We transmit feelings
Transmit we abuse
Don’t you kiss her textually
Only to amuse?
Sennacherib emerged on the banks of Nokianvarta
And with his royal-rage cellular
Encaged the runner-Hezekiah
And sealed the fate of post offices forever!
The handset, a giant miniaturized for your palm
Keeps you composed and calm
Ethero-numerically couriering your personal psalm.
O bonsied rectangular giant
Imprisoned in the cellular container
You have rendered surface mail redundant
You have made defunct the iconic runner
A whole tribe you have buried and the letter.
O digital Aladin’s lamp
Your service of the thousand years
Your multi-task Janus-runner static
Frowns at letters as ‘snail mail’ and old pedantic
Making the warm, emotion-soaked letters dodoic.
No more does Pamela ink her pangs and passion
She just keys-in and presses ‘send’ button.
Now Obama texts, Putin texts
And Modi texts and ‘mudi’ texts
Lover texts and hater texts
You text, they text and I text
With or without pretext.
And hence Carolus Lineous
From the other end of the horizon
On a new echelon
Puts the *****erectus-
*****sapiens, the *****textus.
Categories:
numerically, change, humor, time,
Form: Free verse
Truculent trucks advert young minds; raging down roads breeding new gods as pompous, glitter covered idols carved from primordial blades of fear. Meanwhile pious pieces of magnesium stone get chiseled out of focus, branded by labels of complex empirical realities, numerically based shrines too impenetrable to worship. Help! Is the cry of objective cynics still rumbling in earthenware, readily retracing faint footsteps of Diogenes. Jumping in a wormhole of subjective garments to escape an ill-fitting, elementary pipe dream of unified ideals, gargled then spat from archetypal lips. Blowing away the dandelion fluff to catch a glimpse of act 1, scene 1; unrevised. Before curtains close the gap, leaving a thinning tightrope walk between me and we. Strutting back inside homes where a novelty Christ hangs on drywall masking punched holes of pain, wagging fingers pointing to his prescribed solvent, waiting for tomorrow to unlock today’s faith. When will they point at the mirror wading in dark nooks of conscience’s blurry frame? For he who searches, will seldom find peace beyond arms reach.
Categories:
numerically, deep, faith, introspection, jesus,
Form: Free verse
In the same big natural World many worlds are hidden there in
Human world animals’ world creatures’ and plants’ world
other worlds are of oceans seas rivers and of ponds
Religious world and linguistic world of human lie there in
World of arts science literature culture exist too along with
The Natural world is considered to be the Mother World
where all the worlds cover certain amount of spaces
no matter with whatever name they are literally or numerically called
But the world of light is bigger of all these worlds no doubt
Categories:
numerically, world, , literature,
Form: Verse
No event! No audience! Brain spasm!
Is it fun for the sponsor that has 'em?
Folks numerically judge.
Presentations with grudge -
Slam without performance is a chasm.
How in cyberspace can one perform his poem?
Can U-tube audiences judge random?
There must be an event.
That is the slam intent.
Otherwise, it becomes aimless, gruesome.
There once was a poet who disliked slam.
She slammed anyway while eating eggs and ham.
I was told by a bird -
She got choked on her word.
Too bad it was not performed for the cam!
© July 21, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
A SPECIAL THANKS GOES TO OUR POETRY SOUP TEAM for their continued support of the art of poetry in all of its forms and for their sensitivity to the needs of poets on Poetry Soup. SLAM POETRY is about performance. It is about beliefs and opinions...NOT just about dissing. Some SLAM Poetry is purely beautiful. I visited the link posted on their recent blog. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8723097898466379752# It was a marvelous experience. SMILES
Categories:
numerically, socialslam, poetry, slam,
Form: Limerick