Short Hexagonal Poems
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hexagonal hysteria - but a single-minded beauty
Written February 21st, 2016
For Linda's Monoku #8 (SEE or FEEL) Contest
triangle sunlight
drowning in the lake
hexagonal droplets become
a hexagonal droplet
falls into the sky
becoming the eyelight of love.
Snowflakes are hexagonal
As are honeycomb cells
Insects are 6-legged
A die cast has 6 faces
The 6 degrees of separation
Connects us all to our 6
volcanic
activity
liquid
magma
cools
contracts
chisels
rasps
measured
patterns
settling to
hexagonal
colonnade
morphed
entablature
unique
marvel
unsigned
sculpture
Not hexagonal and yellow
Like if i broke my arm off
A conglomeration of air bubble caverns
and in between small wooden doors
with the name bee embossed
above every tiny letter box
my ode to the crunchie
That i just finished off
large and little
triangular, square, pentagonal,
hexagonal, round,
dozens of black rocks
towards the horizon
galloping quietly
over the sea,
blue and blue
tired golden waves
taking turns
making a road
approaching
singing to me.
Infinity in diversity, infinity in space
Hexagonal snowflakes, no two are the same
Cells are tiny organized cities
Fibonacci sequence in nature’s spirals
DNA are architectural plans of beings
Thoughts cannot be seen
Feelings intertwine
God’s Spirit animates us all
June 5, 2018
hot phenomenon
ancient lava rings
hexagonal shapes appear
molten rock anneals
where titans battled
geometric footprints pave
the giants causeway
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06/04/23
Moon has possessed me
again. I have become
dervish.
It hints at shedding
the leaves. Flame of
forest wants to glow at noon.
It was a genuine
withdrawl from honeycomb.
You wanted to taste the bitter.
Hexagonal life has lost
the meaning. I am ready
to demolish the path.
Why did the moral
debate start, on
the mothballed book ?
Satish Verma
Oblong,
curved,
rectangular,
squared,
circular,
spherical,
hexagonal,
cubical,
and traingular,
these were and several others,
the shapes,
of millions,
of partitions in my memory,
I was looking to fit ideas of shapes similar,
but fits were far and wide,
I needed to stock likes and alikes,
but all lay strewn,
harried and troubled,
I had to admit,
that I had an unfurnished mind.
Silent sounds of despair,
as shimmering light of day.
Cupid’s love shackles broken by night.
Who are we above god’s shuttered dream?
Black sea waters wash our sins,
To whom have we sinned?
Tetragrammaton’s discord symphony?
Sìhaiwéijia was never enough.
Dream is destiny and beyond,
as pure at heart creates.
Hexagonal words we fear not,
Destruction and creation at once.
They insist on it, what is natural can be supernatural. Vice admiral eat from my
garden for I am quite admirable for your beneficient militia that is multi-national against the hexagonal eldritch terrorists if not have had an assist we would be wet behind the ears. Protect us from the unorthodox fears that have us bleeding wine from our ribs cut and skewered by spears. There wailing bewildered angry screams making us bleed tears.
Harp
garbage to annalists
birds of a feather
doves to all endeavors
minute cosmos
playing dice
with all of us
rearrange the planets
and abnormal anomalies(holes)
of space and degrees
of concentration and frustration
Alaskan refugees
playing godless entities
ions of years of spears in hexagonal reform
but be careful what we produce
may be used to diffuse the wrong
and come down to earth
the strike being the one that hurts
Written tonuhalan10/4/06 mon
Form:
Hear the silence passing from sphere to sphere,
As if mocked in private grinning from ear to ear,
Cosmic thunder starts from nothing for nothing was always here,
Infinity shudders and quakes then another reappears,
Liquid in dimensions but solid in existence to epoch a cosmic year,
Fusion in parsecs burning out nonsense to simply disappear,
A lonely earth because in this birth we hide all that we fear,
Coexist when nothing makes sense is an ancient curse we must persevere.
(2017)