Think outside the box
practice teach knowledge wisdom
continuity
Think outside the self
Peace love kindness compassion
soul restoration
TONGUE TWISTER
Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
assessing accessing accepting accent,
pointing permitting possible permutation,
claiming cunning clever combination,
sorting syllables on restricted selection
yielding rough tough pronunciation.
Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
No boredom, speak random speedy quick.
Talk faster ignoring protester.
Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
bombarding bewildering audience
with competence, confidence
and coinciding Tongue- Twister.
01/11/21
Third Place
' Tongue Twister Challenge' Contest by Joe Sandler
Criss-Cross Acrostic: Ai My Eye
Criss-Cross Acrostic:
Note: *Construe as “words” not as “letters”: Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed; Lines 2 and 4 read alike reversed; likewise vertically and diagonally from up-down or down-up mode.
"Ai Ai My Eye !"
I Was Saw Eye
Eye Saw Was I
Eye Was Saw I
I Saw Was Eye
Another Permutation:
« Ai Ai My Sore Eye !"
I Sore Was I
Saw I Sore Eye
Sore I Saw Eye
I Was Sore I
FURTHER PERMUTATIONS for SORE EYES
Eye Sore Saw I
Saw I Sore Eye
I Saw Sore Eye
Sore Eye Saw I
Saw I Sore Eye
Eye Sore Saw I
Sore Eye Saw I
I Saw Sore Eye
Eye Sore Saw I
Sore Eye Saw I
Saw I Sore Eye
I Saw Sore Eye*
This last quatrain diagonally reads as:
"Ai Ai Sore Eye" (phonetically): « Ai Ai Saw I"
If space is not eternal,
what happens when space ends
Can we define what emptiness is,
its borders to portend
Is there a hidden permutation,
for what dimension has in store
With the end of all beginning
—infused with something more
(Villanova University: December, 2019)
N-ight stars and sunlight
K-iss one another away,
N-atural cycle.
Topic: Birthday of Nikki Kazandra Noble (January 13)
Form: Haikustic
It Took His Blood
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
So many times my thoughts appear driven,
Toward a skull shaped hill and a rugged cross.
To a man known as Jesus, whose life was given,
As Divine permutation for humanity’s dross;
Either we accept Jesus’ payment on the cross,
Or we pay the price at death.
Tom
Water drips rhythmically
Infinite permutation
Hands deter the flow
I see a mountain and I wonder,
I see a river and I wonder,
What permeates their instincts;
Is it some permutation
Or some ever pertaining philosophy.
The consistency to flow,
The consistent grandeur,
The consistent magnanimous posture,
Instils in me a supreme passion,
A determinant instinct, to pursue,
And paint the world with such a beauty,
And fill it with the essence of purity,
The glory of truth and an inspirational glow.
What you add up to may be less,
Than what’s inside and unseen,
But your behaviour will determine,
Happiness by where you've been.
Our processes can be perceived,
By family members or role-models,
Maybe hierarchically by meaning,
But definitely by our rationals.
You can get real with them easily,
Or be as complex as meteorology,
Make a point or sensible relation,
To demand a finite sociology.
When there’s a series of events,
That diverge in extrapolation,
You can associate with friends,
In commutative permutation.
They mean absolute convergence,
Rhyme with you and find time,
For an ellipsis you’ve allowed,
Which you’d like objectified fine.
You won’t falter with summation,
It is inductively correct by step,
Your base won’t make you a case,
‘Cos your hypothesis will schlep.
AQUILA
Aquila
constellations combinations
permutation patterns her plight
of
water and flight
Eagle
wings soaring powerfully
wind ravages plummeting
her
freedom light
Feather
spiralling slowly lingering
breeze floats cradle embracing
single
winged slight
River
rippling chasing competitions
downward streams drive forward
dreams
floating white
Aquila
unrestrained in naked swim
cooling tranquil Aquarian
finds
Eagles height
And…..
With
Feathered Quill
Water and flight
Write
*(“Aquila” is the Latin and Romance language word for “Eagle” representing the bird carrying “Jupiter’s” thunderbolts in Greco-Roman Mythology—the constellation of Aquarius—)
© Kim van Breda—7 November 2014
Words trickle
Discern meaning;
Open heart surgery
Work for wealth
Pricey tag for health;
Silly permutation
Whispers
Murmurs;
Fading voices hint
Going out today
Do not delay;
Trip to find me
Questions disturb
Overturn decisions;
Offer revisions
Lost in the mists
Time and space collapse;
Sudden illumination
Smiles and winks
Hints and tints;
CSR ice cream
Yes this is it dear death:
My last testament;
Officially legal and willing
Loose change
For penny options;
Get rich quickie!
Leon Enriquez
15 May 2014
Singapore
Heavy eyelids
Drooping daze;
Blur fatigue
Hot weather
Sleepy eyes punctuate;
Somnolence
Well-fed bout
Too much food;
Sleepy convulsions
Eyelids heavy
Drowsy excursions;
Dreamy ESP
Chatter in slow motion
Awareness in decline;
Afternoon nap
Rapid express
Snoring sensations;
Roomy context
One by one
Figures tumble;
Sleepy exposure
Painful waiting time
Dental appointment;
Fatal extraction!
So many things
Left unsaid;
Good conversation
Drowsy listening
After lunch break;
Learners half asleep
Crowded space
Edgy moods prowl;
Silent rage sparks
Extra dry drought
Wild fires burn;
Smoke and ashes
Take a walk
Make some small talk;
Stiff indifference
Crowded street
Lonely faces;
Anxiety engineers
Busy footsteps
Crowded mall;
Noise pollution
Brief glance
Beauty meets beast;
Bar stool permutation
By crowded footpath
Old cripple cries:
Help me, buy tissues!
Day time escapades
Sunday morning jog;
People street hog
Leon Enriquez
20 Apr 2014
Singapore
A Deconstruction
I speak of nothing but
destruction
Buttered prose; a mere
distraction
Recited when the flux lines
froze
Resolved, I became a fraction
Convergent series; no inflection
Crossed divisors as I pleased
I would grasp imagination
With fingertips; resignation
Not once would cross my mind
Was each word a permutation?
Mere chance; a fluctuation
In the cosmos more than once
Like signs they go in one
direction
Number lines; clear infractions
They will reach and go no more
How long must I eat, gorge and be bloated?
How long will I be to destruction devoted?
How long shall I stay blind with eyes myriad?
How long do I wait for the onset of a new period?
Forever anticipate the dawn of a new creation
Salvation lies in a process of permutation
What was built must be torn down and broken
Out of its tomb elegance and grace will be woken
Till then I take all that this world can provide
For without them birth of the new will be denied
Till then for survival I fight, from predators I hide
And dream dreams of another life free and untied
I want to see again
Your two white breasts bare
And virginal
On the north and south lattitudes
Of your unmelted chest
I want them stiff and pointing upward
Like white mountains
Their milk fozen in the nipples where the sun
Laps like oceans with lazy tongues
I want my forest thick as dreams
Of ancient archetypes
Eating carbon dioxide gas for dinner
Etherizing this jiggolo of progress
That urinated on farmlands
Leaving them burnt in the acid
Vectors of hunger.
So much of our tragedy is beyond permutation,
Ecology is not a study it's life's preservation.
I want all this against the fear
Of ancient history
And none who warned us now is Noah
Building anything to avert
The rape of my mother again, and again,
My sisters sacrificed to dregs of earth.
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