I say, can you?
“You can,” says Uncle Sam.
“I don’t have an uncle,
named sam
I am,” I say.
Can you?
You can,
and you do,
go off with boots
on the ground,
stand your ground,
get ground
into the grind
of a half-written rhyme.
Uncle Sam wants you,
who me?
We’ll see.
We will?
We will time our rhymes
to meet symmetrically.
Uncle Bob begs
you to join.
You know Uncle
Bobbing Head.
You agree to meet.
You can’t help
yourself.
You’re a yo-yo,
attached to a
round robin,
writing
in refrains.
Refrain from such nonsense
as calling the uncles
or stepping on ants,
and saying
your ain’ts and cain’ts.
our rounded sycamore
symmetrically sound
waiting to be drawn
photographed by many
the perfect model for a family tree
in my grandma's yard
I feel reverence and appreciation
rounded sycamore
Doris was a beet who was well-loved
she was symmetrically and artistically beautiful.
the entire garden decided to hide her,
because they could not bear to see her eaten
carrots, radishes, green beans and peas took turns
camouflaging Doris, so the eaters would not notice her.
she thrived all summer long, getting bigger and bigger
by the time the farmers noticed her, she had petrified.
weirdly enough, Doris did not stop growing.
she was twenty-two foot tall by that winter.
and she had turned into a beautiful gray tree.
a rare beet tree, beloved by a garden.
sparkles like sugar
so sweet symmetrically
spins softest songs
7/4/2023
bright snowflakes twirling
each, symmetrically floats
blanketing the ground
On a late Summer day in August
a light breeze is the catalyst
for winged dragons that emerge.
I watch an ancient tradition
unfold before my eyes
as the dragonflies dance.
They swoop, they dive,
and then bow, and curtsy
pirouetting on air currents.
In my minds eye
I see myself dancing
With the winged creatures.
We dance for the designer,
rejoicing in exuberance
for the gift of earthly days.
Forever changed we become
as He joins in the dance,
and we dance symmetrically.
Someday the King and I
will for all eternity
dance with the dragonflies.
Hateful as they may be, to the eye
and ear, the elimination of words,
statues, ideas, etc., will do nothing
toward making a venom free society –
to flood with light, explaining,
though far more difficult,
more laborious (seemingly impossible
at times) is the only palatable good.
A great, natural builder, artist,
builds his (his/hers – God I hate this,
Politically Correct) foundation using
those odd, irregular stones as well as the
seeming, symmetrically perfect –
variations, outliers are a blessing,
and not a Cosmic Blemish –
the fault, if any to be laid, is when using
ourselves, needlessly, hurtfully -- making
arrow-heads of the pen's of Valentines...
Taking free-thought away from children
will only do away with individuality,
leaving soulless shells instead --
not cleansed human beings, ready for
fresh priming; but globs of rancid, detergent
filled sponges -- the soppy, dead remains,
of what were once, thriving, healthy, alive
brains...
gone any true worthfulness, and sense
of sacred being....
Symmetry appeals to me –
The yin demands a yang.
Imagine Dracula if he
Had just one single fang.
A balance is required
For a bird or bee to fly
So Nature has conspired
To explain the reason why.
We have two eyes, two ears, two feet
And, naturally, two hands.
Symmetrically, we are complete
To follow life’s commands.
Rebellious types like things askew,
Eschewing any match,
But when I see their work on view,
I wish they’d start from scratch.
When it failed to ring,
I wondered, hell why it didn't—
This alarm sweet that must sing,
But there was no hint.
It soon volunteered:
You wound me too tight last night,
Clocks like humans are weird—
React if wound tight.
Poets erudite
Beware, readers are wound loose,
Ye may soar like a loose kite,
Till it gets your goose.
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These quatrains (no traditional format of AAAA, AABB, ABAB, and ABBA), but each line of five or seven syllables, are symmetrically set in each stanza, 5/7/7/5.
Tongue-in-cheek |16.08.2019|
Sunflowers make a unified display;
symmetrically joined, each one by one-
gold petals dance around a center stage;
together, side-by-side in harmony.
Sunflower stems exhibit stable strength
supporting well their towering large heads;
as they, with thick, broad leaves encounter wind-
stems firmly keep them upright in the fields.
Adapting for good light, sunflowers thrive
by using their heliotropic heads;
they turn to face the sun when changing paths-
from East to West- and back to East again.
Framed by a landscape under sunny skies-
sunflower scenes are lovely works of art;
bright, sunny faces, swaying in the breeze-
creative work of nature- full and lush.
Bright, golden sunflowers- for me, mean love;
a gift presented to me through the years.
To honor special days, my family-
oft send me lovely sunflower bouquets.
May 8, 2021
Contest: Workshop: Inviting the Muse
Sponsor: Joseph Webster
Emotions/Feelings represented:
Unified, Stable, Adaptable, Artful, Lovesome
tragedy
ecstasy &
doom
in
hazy
luminous
blocks
colour
fills our eyes
and
enters our
mood
wall scale
abstractions
fill the field of vision
to became an environment
inside the space
enveloped in luminous colour
surfaces
a sense
of the sublime
awe, vastness
a natural magnificence
softly defined
rectangular cloud
of colour
stacked symmetrically
a visual language
to evoke elemental emotions
poignancy
murals in relationship
form
expressing emotions
No fear of fire; burn into ashes makes me not timorous coz it never can burn inner truth; I have fear of hate, ego, vengeance..... all kinds of wickedness are fire which obliterate inside as well as outside symmetrically along with ravage the roots of eternity
Fire smiles in dawn sun,
in flapping wings of thunder,
Deathless light in truth
21.06.2020 Chattogram
Simplicity seduces stunning symmetrically salivating stimuli
Complexity confounds controlled curiosities calculating clarify
Ambiguous ambitions amplify arousing academics admirable
Mellifluous melodies making magical memories memorable
Poetic pendulums pondering pensive promiscuous pleasures
Esthetic echoes encouraging efficacious emulative endeavors
Deceiving diametrical dilemmas distancing dichotic delusions
Receiving rhythmically ratiocinative raging roaring revolutions
Beautiful breaths breathing benevolent boisterous behaving
Irreducible imaginary immortalizing idling iconic interfacing
Harmonic hemispheres hovering Homeric humble hypnotic
Tectonic transitions technical tantalizing theatrics thermotic.
This poem is dedicated to my friend Andrea Dietrich...whose poetry inspires all
In reference to her latest potd "When Poetry is Art"
Just messing with you my friend...love ya...and Happy! Holidays!
...this poem can also be read backward~from right to left...
Dec.17.2019
Your Best New Poem
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
N/A for contest
they put us
side by side
on a shelf
turning our
keys at the
same time
but we each
have different
tempos as we
motionlessly
pose in stance
atop our music
boxes and turn
merry go round
as if to dance
you a ballerina
me a frog with
tux and tails
top hat cane
complete
Puttin' on the
Ritz which
juxtaposes
though we're
both on one
leg your form
is balanced
on one toe in
that of sacred
geometry
so as our music
slowly slows
yours shows
still melodic
lines symmetrically
infinitesimal eternal
my song has stopped
but in the faintest quiet
yours will always be heard
Past the second light,aboard a ship am drifting
Feeling elated I need a minute to let it all sink in
If the crown fits I will line mine with pearls
Take a trip to Utopic Islands just to get my cereal outta farms
High_grade bud and tantalizing rum
I feel queasy flimsy,if am sick its the whisky cheating
Lets go far from here a place with no hurt or fear
I need freedom for a while, not mere wishful thinking,perception or dreams
Nothing imagined is real
We don't need simulation to make whips spin a rim
My goal is to make mankind supreme delight
Notta buncha snitches n rats
My artistry was sculpted from ancient Egyptian Vines
Made to last in a mummified extension of euclidean signs
If hanging the verse by double rhymes will bring justice to musicality then I will guillotine a chapter in style
Sex a whole clan of verbs just to make my point heard symmetrically
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