Short Tangents Poems
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Dominoes aligned in a row
Dots white on black mix and match
Offshoots branch out into tangents
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
life seeks an outcome
with potential to become
many things and none
death itself ~ never quite done
tangents determine the sum
By
David Kavanagh
More often than not
The mind is mellow
Frequently
The mind is focused
Sometimes
The mind is unsure
Once in a while
The mind is enraged
And then
The mind has flashes of inspiration
Undeniably
The mind is amazing
SUNSET
Evening comes
and with it comes
the lesser lights--
the sun begins to set
orange, red, and crimson
streaks and arching
tangents blaze the skies,
we are meant to see this
blaze of colors and
wonder of wonders
formed by the creator
sun sets and stars soothe
while we wish.
while the room spins around
dreams and wishes swoosh
in tandem in a mega swirl
one look and delirious delight
releases chaotic madness
a sea of sensations in motion
a swarm of tangents and explosives
perhaps concealed under bated breath
but the eyes never lie ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
They went to school.
I should have gone too.
I’m not a genius.
I’m just sad and lonely.
I’m not depressed though.
I’m too weird to be depressed.
I have trouble focusing.
I go on tangents.
I’m not a genius.
They went to school.
Who?
The people who aren’t my friends, anyway.
an
enigmatic
esoteric
experimental
process
with
innate
distilled
satisfaction
intricate
tangents
of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced
an
essence
of
abstract
phenomena
of vagueness
In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
& fragments
in perplexing
characterisation
Tangents.
Nothing like the howling roof.
Or the clasps of blades of grass.
Nothing empty as-
Connections of piano keys.
Or horrible things, changes, socks.
Growth,
Or waiting.
Or carpet fibers along the path.
Tangents.
We always go back to small sounds.
Tangents.
We always eat things.
Tangents.
So nothing new came along after all.
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Circle unfinished
has no start and no true ending
the curve knows nothing
of the fullness we demand
to soothe our yearning for home
On the long way round
we trace the curve relentless
no short cut tangents
following the wide arc, slow
savoring the journey home
Fullness encircles
what we learn by getting there
coming full circle
returning back to the start
completing what we aimed for
I explore the tangents of my mind,
to expand the horizon of my kind,
my kin, my friends in sin sublime,
who drink the same wine of wisdom of word,
of noun, subject, adjective, verb,
pronoun, in these we are never perturbed,
preposition, conjunction, we know their function,
and thrive to master the craft through expression,
blessed-curse, we dig deep into our phrase purse,
and scream through time our declaration of passion.
Rushing here, there and everywhere,
A mind that leaps canyons and space
Ricocheting, bouncing on rock walls,
Dislocation with turbulent pace.
Scuffing up dust and then zinging,
Off at wild tangents or angles,
Darting, exploding like fireworks,
Neurological barbed wire tangles.
And sometimes, sometimes crave tearing
At the flesh beneath tingling skin,
To rip this man-suit off the mainframe
And extinguish the chaos within.
I have been watching the reflective script of the above
Rocky and Bullwinkle show, its not a serious account, unless you go.? On
Climactic tangents of ideology.' Stratisfied in layers of
Polar opposite topography.' Ahead of its time, I do find,!
Its content worth study, as a window on climate lunacy.'
An antidote yet where laughs and jokes, aren't taken seriously.'
Which was a mistake.? According to the world we now see.'
And the antics some undertake.'
Listen to poem:
the power
of a single word
of encouragement
a single moment
that to the core
transforms your life
launching it
in new directions
one surprise after another
life full of such moments
each lifeline looking
much more like a zigzag
than a line
a series of
linked tangents
a sequence of
nothing inconsequential
found in the power
of a single word
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Parallel lines running through the sacred peaks.
Oh behold how the tattered bows squeak.
Rain falls harshly in the infinity of space.
Rats race in the rat race.
Tangents rise in the future of sound.
Watch closely....closer still, hope can be found.
We roll the dice day after day.
Drops of mercury fall silently away.
Pictures painted right after creation.
In a flailing mess of degradation.
Parallel lines running through the sacred peaks.
Oh behold how the invisible silence speaks.
Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower.
~Alan Kay
Obsession with artificial intelligence
Has left me with pink elephants,
As if recovering from the real world
Has somehow become ensnarled
More intensely in the quantum realm,
Of which (I have read) is rooted, unlike an elm,
In nebulous enjoyments~
It's a bit like chasing tangents.