I belong in rings
circles of my whispering
each chant at tangent—
across the diagonals
charting my awakening
I use rhythm to draw
compass lines on virgin ground
breathing a mantra
to recite faithful sketches
that arc over the dome shroud
triangles of doubt
erupt within the echo
edges turned inward
yet this sharpness finds its place
when confined in the circle
what would shapes become
without their opposing sides
a square needs four sides
a soup bubble shape trembles—
balance born in symmetry
in the polygon
of opinions gathered there
angles speak at once
each playing a vital part
swayed by the container's form
within the circle
infinite as mandala
voices radiate
from faith as a central star
blazing signals of pure light
Categories:
polygon, angst, anxiety, community, deep,
Form: Lyric
What kind of jaded, jackass jerk'll
ask smugly with a smile and smirkle,
diagonals to think upon,
and an inscribed polygon,
while gazing on a split-up circle.
Categories:
polygon, math, riddle,
Form: Limerick
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine
Categories:
polygon, betrayal, dance, death,
Form: Rhyme
What lies waiting
at the end of a self-made
independently empowered
self-invested
"pulled my own economic-political bootstraps"
life?
A unilateral
linear life,
like any passionate journey,
requires an end point
for returning in the opposite direction;
In this lifeline
ego/eco-systemic case,
from regenerative
to degenerating autonomous powers.
What happens
at the end of an emergent spiral,
rainbow,
expanding circle,
oval,
deepening square
and swelling out reverse-triangular power frame,
irregular and mysterious polygon,
other than a renew beginning
into further rooted interdependence,
shadowing memory of where we have been
together before
Another re-cycling
re-purposing
dusk
become cumulative dawn.
Categories:
polygon, death, health, integrity, journey,
Form: Political Verse
rain fingers stroke the Daphne’s neurosis
motionless.
a laurel tree there.
rank-raw and austere, saucey and languid
fleckless like statue on a red room trip.
there’s this meticulous magic inventor
miming the locust in the elevator
genius and missionary
his chariot of polygon hares.
Categories:
polygon, imagery, nonsense, surreal,
Form: Free verse
A calculated click
Falls from the cold bike chain
To bounce off the ground
And land in the ear
A bright polygon blurs by
The bike just blew a year
Smooth click, gear shift
See a man made something new
There passes another one
An orange diamond
Don’t hit! don’t hit!
The fine parallels the speed
The clock ticks as the gears shift
Years melt into oncoming traffic
They wed and conceive a newborn
A child birthed yesterday named Tomorrow
The beauty of dynamics
Streak the child’s hair
A symphony of calculated clicks
From the score of the Great Composer
The traffic obeys a brief respite
The newborn falls into nap
Steal a quick breath: breathe in! breathe out!
Glance over the shoulder behind
Inspection during suspension reveals much
Introspection reveals even more
The bike weaves through growth and change
As Tomorrow faithfully awakes
Categories:
polygon, change, moving on, new
Form: Free verse
Life – herein I found you defined
Simplicity? Mad rush, in rat-race…
Sweats from the frets of acceptance
Mine quota of earth’s bliss
Life – living and its complexities
The universe, as polygon, and its sides?
Just the tipping elusive,
And rumbles, even in pursuit of peace
And in its leading – Life,
The placing of order, and schooling,
Of days, nights, harmattan, and rains
Yet chaos leads the many elements
Living the quotes,
In its unbending lexis
And some twists along
Seeking for happy endings
Categories:
polygon, life
Form: Free verse