enslaved to the cyclical void,
abused, confused, and paranoid
of that endless—(somber schema)—
cyclical void, enslaved to the?
sheer gravity and that friendless
somber schema.—Of that endless
wicked, whirling, said wanton wheel
and that friendless, sheer gravity
of motion which sent atwirling
said wanton wheel, wicked, whirling,
hurtling through hell? a meager twitch
sent atwirling of motion which
shook all things fused.—And all this spell:
a meager twitch, hurtling through hell
and paranoid, abused, confused
and all this spell-shook. All things fused,
Purim Theorem!
Rambam holds Hashem is math,
Hashem does not take a path,
Like “Squaring the Circle”,
Such is illogical,
Yet the Zohar differs on Hashem’s craft!
Witness the Aron anomaly,
Giving rise to a homily,
Finite length & width yet zero volume,
Boggling the mind, yielding it solemn,
Evoking Emunah more than normally!
Size yet no volume?
Anomaly! as in Shalom,
Moshe saw that the “Burning Bush”,
Was unconsumed, he didn’t silence: Hush!,
Risking ridicule, courage to be alone!
Moshe saw water & fire combine,
Hashem’s Shalom nonintuitively align,
Illogic surprise from mire,
Despair be gone! Lost? A Divine sign!
Purim, 339 Before Common Era,
Hashem again was a true “Chevra”,
Upending Haman’s goose,
In a long necked noose,
Saving the Yidden from an evil schema!
Arrogance vanquished,
Anomaly? Yes by logic languished,
Expect the unsuspected,
Human reason dissected,
Headstand of man anguished!
“Shemayim’s” Burning Bush is a hymn,
Let the “Olam” Hear Him,
Again no novelty,
“Chiddush” renewal, an end to “Evilty!”
All Adds Up to Purim Theorem!
Moral values ingrained in one's roots,
Silence, prudent answer to forbidden pursuits.
Is it right or merely an act of people - pleaser's grin?
Inner conflict ponders the teachings that lie within.
A brimming age-old dilemma,
Caught in the tug of will and traditional schema.
In the complexity, we lay dictations;
Quest for validation, only a fiction.
"she has stars in her eyes”
I heard it, but I did not understand it.
Makes as much sense to me as milking a frog.
Or kicking the moon or diving into a tree.
Stars in her hair I could understand.
My sister and I used to brush our hair one hundred strokes.
We could hear static electricity popping and kicking in the dark.
We could reach out and get zapped by it. Ouch!
But stars in her eyes?
I have no possible schema that understands it.
With peace in your heart, embrace the night
Relish diamonds twinkling like pointillist art
Find your special place, stifle not your sigh
Embrace the night with peace in your heart.
Write a poem based on your heavenly vision
You can’t dismiss the experience as ho-hum
Something magical happens among the stars
Based on your heavenly vision, write a poem.
Envision, if you can, the galaxies so far beyond
Our Milky Way, as you allow your eye to scan
The planets residing in their appointed places
The galaxies so far beyond envision, if you can.
Realize how small we are in the cosmic schema
And never forget there are greater than, by far,
We who gaze up into the universe’s wonders
In the cosmic schema, realize how small we are.
Written September 24, 2022
[Swap Quatrain]
That evening star shining bright above,
Never wavering, my compass guide,
Assisting me through a darkening night
When I wavered in my journey north
Seeking a special place in life’s schema
After my affairs were in order, blessed,
I was to make my way home repairing,
Restoring what once was, I had missed
While beggaring about aimless and lost,
That evening star was always shining
Even when I could not see its glimmer,
Most likely, not wanting its direction
Floundering as I was, far from serenity,
Seldom aware that I was missing, adrift
In a careless and cruel world caring not
Until near bottom I looked up and saw
The future I could call my own, if only I,
If only I, could begin again with you …
That evening star shining bright above
Never wavering, never giving up on me.
Written September 20, 2022
submitted to: 2022 Marathon Mile 15
sponsored by: Mark Toney
So many forms of poetry to try!
Their meter is distinct, as is their rhyme.
Here’s yet another one that caught my eye;
I must remember it from time to time.
I like it, but I am not quite sure why;
seems sonnet-like but perhaps less sublime.
This schema has a funny-sounding name:
Ottava rima, not sure who’s to blame…
"when thoughts cease to flow ~ where does ego go "
quote by _ Unseeking Seeker
Slurred vortex of concealed life sights.
This way plunges sharp in my mind.
Down in my soul's abyssal heights.
Sown tight on the stone-strewn soil rind.
God's schema and our life point mesh.
Slurred vortex of concealed life sights.
Shattered stars will find love afresh.
Pandemonium heap twitch highs.
Joist the fate core is a sheer dice.
Holistic bounds of twin fire rings.
Slurred vortex of concealed life sights
Meant you'd yield eons after pings.
Wings display oodles of oneness.
How might the chasm strangle us twice?
Stand soul needs, and can't take sadness.
Slurred vortex of concealed life sights.
Written: May 21, 2022
Unity consciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
The perfect Quintilla sustains
AABBA schema with no refrains,
Five lines, each with eight syllables
No excess words or weak fillables,
Briefly, its meaning it contains.
written March 14, 2022
(Eight syllables per line
checked with HMS)
Make your own emblema
draw circles
in your schema
recreate a blue day
shine a panorama
make it a beautiful diorama
Shebabah has always been at the edge of fun
but lately she has been
knocked flat by life
She is confused at her next step
she sticks out her schema,
searching for what?
it won’t be long now
her heart is dying of heartbreak
Sh! She is not supposed to know yet.
Once in Hong Kong I sang a song
Chong and Wong pulled along
Choir it became strong
Lifelong those throngs now belong
Rithimus Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
of Gregory R Barden
6.8.2020
reference my poem: Mohan's Rhyme Schema at:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mohans_rhyme_schema_581037
(date: 6.7.2014, contest name: Rhyme Schema, sponsor: Verlena S Walker)
I can’t help but hide from this envious moon,
clinging to the sky like ivory on oak.
Intertwined fibers of its circumference gleaming,
outside, nostalgic avenues form rivers, streaming.
I can’t help but stare at these silent walls,
repelling cold air with magnetic aversion.
Headlights shine lambent, photonic, reflecting;
inside, dark paint glitters, diverting, infecting.
As the immoderate stars watch over us, burnished,
the fear of hereafter is compelling, yet mystic.
I watch from my chamber, I listen, I wait;
a schema, cognition, they must procreate.
Why do I hide from an obscure world?
Outlining boundaries, fearful, despondent.
Expressions vague, a world aside,
these factions of cryptic doth not subside.
Why be afraid of a future forthcoming?
For thou shall come quiet, vibrant, becoming.
The night reveals the beauty of your love,
As senses fall, one by one, it’s you I see,
I am below and you – you are above,
A goddess taking all her want from me.
In your embrace you set my passions free,
Yet captive in the power of your eyes,
You hold me here, the place I yearn to be
Where my silent voice can ignite your sighs
Release your soul to fly the cosmic skies,
You gyrate round demanding even more,
As hunger calls clear as the eagle cries,
I know I’ve reached that sweetest, molten core
O love, sweet love, as you now take your need,
My vampyric hunger on you shall feed.
Form: Spenserian Sonnet
Parameters:
Structure: Written over 3 quatrains and a closing couplet
Meter: Consistent iambic pentameter or decasyllabic lines
Rhyme schema: abab bcbc cdcd ee
This sense of fear that grows as twilight fades
And reapers of souls descend on the Earth,
To feed on destruction in chaos’ birth,
Dear angels of truth tremble in the shades.
The eyes of Man see nothing but old mud,
Where the beauty of nature once stood proud,
There is no movement, not even a cloud,
Divine Mother sucked dry of sacred blood.
The warning signs lie silent and ignored,
With pathways to life eternally closed,
If only they listened or just supposed
For a moment so time could be restored.
As Earth enters apocalyptic age,
All life must pay this, the final wage.
Form: Canadian Sonnet
Parameters:
Structure: Composed over 3 quatrains and a couplet
Meter: Consistent iambic pentameter or decasyllabic
Rhyme Schema: abba cddc effe gg
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