Listen! This sentence's period - that's me.
I'll just move one inch to my right, you see. ------>.
Now, I trace a one-inch segment of a line.
It's my one-dimensional redesign.
Watch me trace my line segment down from there,
producing what some folks might call a square.
I execute this little trick for you
in a special dimension known as two.
Look! I rise off the page, one inch -
mutually perpendicular, a sinch!
Orthogonal to left/right and up/down,
I'm a cube, a 3D shape of renown.
A fourth perpendicular direction,
and my shape should warrant your attention;
and the name they call me, to be exact,
is Mister Hypercube or Tesseract.
Categories:
orthogonal, math,
Form: Personification
At the edge of the Thar desert’s sandy festoon,
the train of the Aravalli hills cascading pretty
with the undulating landscape of ancient dune,
cradles joyous Jaipur, the royal pink city.
On carved hill-top mighty forts’ stone walls splay,
wrap the pictorial city portrait with history drape.
Passing through the sculpted ornate gateway
the orthogonal roads symbolize cubic cityscape .
Painted with the patina of lotus in shades of pink,
the capital of Rajasthan carries the mark of royalty.
Visiting this fascinating place I’m at beguiled brink,
for I’m charmed by the charisma of this colorful city.
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December 17, 2022
Contest : Take Me There
Sponsored by : Margarita Lillico
Categories:
orthogonal, city, journey,
Form: Rhyme
A turn-around
A twist and a twiggy lane
A tremor and a tepid footprint
A tale of a triad
A tissue tanned
This is a tipping point
An axis of life
Orthogonal to my dreams
Origami of whispers
Snake boat ripples in the shore
Shivering hand of a fisherman
A bloated vessel
Anchored on its own will
On the axis of life
Original silence
Is burning yet again
In the hours of madness
In a state of denial
I just embraced the gradient
Away from all the quadrants
Loving a locus of a marching ant
Born to be bonded in
Born to be burned out
Born to be boiling over
Born to be brewing ever
Is this beacon on the barren land
Incomplete as it is
Axis of life is still a tangent to itself
Categories:
orthogonal, anxiety, appreciation, culture, desire,
Form: Free verse
BEETHOVEN'S FIFTH BY THE BOSONS
All the particles tune to play,
but in their quantum noted way.
They modulate a vibration,
in harmony with creation.
They will hit each note along the staff,
in vectored space they choreograph.
Joyous song together or apart,
they sketch for CERN their abstract art.
They dance in the lights of off or on,
and vibrate in a resonate song.
They have no care for an Orthogonal pair,
or in complex congegates performed with flair.
Instead they know just what is wrong,
and they compose, in short, short, long.
They voice the motif in notes of four,
It's a Symphony of Mass in score.
When Bosons play Beethoven's Fifth,
and though it's just CERN's Four One myth.
Bosons pretend with fun to hum,
that what they sing is Di-Di-Di-Dumm
Categories:
orthogonal, dedication, education, music, science,
Form: Light Verse