Seasons
the Earth's rotations
the Earth's revolution
Seasons
the full moon
the half and crest moon
the moon's revolution.
Industrial revolution
man's achievement
Industrial revolution
Earth's doom
Industrial revolution
Man's demise
Man's gain, Oxygen's loss
Environment's loss
Carbon's gain
Green House gases
Ozone's nemesis.
(Written on the 20th of March, 2015)
Flash floods, prolonged droughts
Ozone's nemesis
Excessive heat, extreme cold
Ozone's nemesis.
Every tree felling
Is Oxygen's loss
Is Carbon's gain
Ozone layer depletion
Humanity losing out
In the end game.
Categories:
permutations, death, earth, environment, natural
Form: Ballad
Permutations Of Logic
The truth was concealed with many branches
hidden through flossy blossoms unknown roots to be
found holding swings charms and roundabouts from
one single acorn to coax oak and seedlings once more
Hiding hidden going gone oblivious and obviously
sprouting gently again from unexpected twiglets’ bright
side of the sun dark side of the moon meta-morphing
the bigger picture of life offshoots veiled in mystery
Some branches and ramifications were torn crumbled
withered like an epitaph of that epic journey from womb
to tomb a foreplay to afterthoughts hindsight glistening
light playing shadows where candid veracity prevails
The branches were concealed with many truths
hidden through perceptions un-ventured thoughts to be
exposed containing swings and roundabouts from one
singular premise to conclusion and take off once more
Camouflage Me A Poem contest - Theme used:
The Truth Was Concealed With Many Branches
08th August 2016
Categories:
permutations, creation,
Form: Free verse
Permutations Of The Day
Ordered, arranged, delegated, are the exhortations of the day
Orange, red, and the yellows wonder out of orbit
Round out the sun to give it colors
Bursting parameters of circles
Gray, charcoal, born blue, become the rain
This day rolls in thin with a hint of mist
Determined to hold back the tears in clouds
In light of pure perplexity it retains a heavy burden
The sky will open when in the mood
Cry when clouds become too much to handle
Fade in silence that remains in natural selection queues
In the permutations of the day
Categories:
permutations, color, dark, image, life,
Form: Quatrain
There are many,
with so many,
at so many,
that permutations and combinations are counless,
I am talking about,
people,
their intentions,
and places,
respectively,
now can you comprehend so many,
of permutations and combinations,
and get into maze,
It would be far better,
if you emrged out of this haze,
defined your own set,
and let not confusion,
let you fume and fret.
Categories:
permutations, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse