Dimensions we can see,
Two-D, three-D imagery.
Dimensions we can feel.
Is love a line, or space, or real?
Slow movements in our minds,
Seeing spaces light can’t find.
Like dreams that feel so true,
Why can’t we live in space where we are free too?
Where light and music calm our souls,
Where silent darkness lets the mind grow whole.
To feel what it’s like to simply be,
A journey through our history.
Flavours, smells, and sights of where we’ve been,
Though no memory can be found or seen.
Yet in the heart we know the truth:
The space we fill remains as proof.
When flesh and bone return to dust,
Something remains of us—
Something we set free
To live in space eternally.
There's a little town in Ouyen Vic.'' Under 1200 people so
I'll tell you bout aspects; of it sort'a quick!
There's Clarys slate bush etching, in three d real fine.!
And a little hairdressers that comes to mind.?
The conveniance store.' And theres some more.!
Like the old English banknotes found under
Its timber hall floor.' Also Kingdon chickens thats out a bit'
Where I worked a time 'come to think of it?' There
Was that pet Emu..Dang! I've forgot its name?
It would steal your food, just take it plain.' Away
From your hand, on the way to your mouth!!
Maybe thats the reason i left the South? I reckon
I'll get back there one of these days..And lay a
A fresh sandwich upon that old birds grave.!
From the front the old stodgy men look almost okay
How do they look down by Canadian way?
I am talking about the Mount Rushmore four.
Washington, Jefferson, Abe and Theodore.
Can you imagine if they had been carved in three-D?
Which one would your eyes want to look over and see?
I am talking about the backside, their petootsies you know.
Can you imagine the sight from the tourists down below?
Three D people no longer hold my loyalties
I am a troll, spending up to six hours a day
Okay, make it ten
on computer sites, with my new family
Get your own dinner, I holler to my children
They rummage in my purse getting money
Whatever
I am farming; it takes hours and hours
My crops are overdue
Can you please pay attention to me? Someone whines.
It is my husband.
He is a professional whiner
If he got paid for it, we would be billionaires.
I begin to play my word games
Because my new family is sending me messages
Make your move!
Or a yawning emoji
Going to bed is easier now.
I take my electronics with me
Eventually falling asleep
sometime between midnight and morning
distorted rose in yellow vase
how dare you chastise me
sure I wilted and lost my integrity
but look at you my withered beast
three d was the olden days my friend
we are mere shells of our vibrancy now
colors oozing out of us as we turn into boxes
distorted, disturbed, undistinguished skeletons
my melodic melodies are dead in the dreams of others
and you are smashed like a beetle
turning your kaleidoscopic self into another lost opportunity
do not speak of my demise my friend; we are both has beens.
Too bad practically no one these days has a three-dimensional mirror.
She would not wear those form-fitting pants if she could see her rear.
To entertain love drawing butterfly
Seeing it I'm asked- it can't fly, why?
It's not artistic Three-D
Dull eyes never enjoy free
-Flying mind dies hungry in honey sky!
21.07.2020 Chattogram
There is two –D, three-D, and Mile Johnston-D.
In grays and with fortitude he shows a truth
Not seen in other paintings
He strips away sadness,
Presents faces taken apart, or quadruplicated
There is an unexpected component in his art
That rivals Dali’s, but in gray tone, not color.
Nurtured and excited, I study his drawings
There is a hollowness that somehow completes them
Makes them more real than other drawings
His chronic faces, ability to strip the mask off,
Or change the body into a triplicated or quadruplicated vessel
Amazes and astounds me
One thing for sure, there is a haunting to his art.
A longing, a keening, and once you have seen his creations
You can never again see another one without knowing it
Belongs to the brilliant Miles Johnston.
Christmas cards came in today in three’s.
Silvery stars with love from Lu, if you please.
Three-D firehouse popup arrived from two,
Massachusetts retirees, pretty sweet too!
One photo card from my cousin also named Lou.
Three beautiful cards, made Thursday feel fine.
I have to smile because they are all three mine.
Michigan card my favorite by far.
With snowman, love, and a silver star.
So nice to feel love from a poet friend far away,
One I have known less than two years and a day.
Lu Loo created a new style for rhyme
I can’t even figure out the old style of rhyme
5 Rhyming stanzas, if I knew what a stanzas was
That would help
8 syllables, what in the heck is a syllable
Stanza 1 – A times 10
1X10=10 so what’s the A for?
Stanza 2 is the same as the first only with a b that would be 20
Could the B stanza mean times two?
C times three D times 4 that equils four CCCC
Now five is the fun one
Aabbccddee, I have no clue
This contest is a snap; I think I need a nap
The Pin
There is a pretty lady,
She comes to church on Sunday.
I see her every week.
She is beautiful.
Not speaking of how old or young,
not saying anything…
I am reflecting on the sweetness of life.
She wears a pin on her blouse
It is a tiny treasure.
Sometimes it is a flower, a bird,
a picture, a motif in three “D”. (3D)
A story, with colors and reflections,
shades of everyday, a mirror of life…
turned to daydream(s) in the hands
of artisans.
She is an angel lady, because of the way she smiles.
I have never seen her sad, and I know that is not possible.
It gives me hope and cheers my days,
In ways she will never know…
That makes God smile!
three-d time current...
seen as sequence and series
of events...from start
to finish...a depth
perception...order chaos...
choice or lack there-of...
in the time function
we imagine unity...
things we can manage...
three-d screen image...
time light shadow projection
of logic...chaos
is of the order...
a border...scaling measure...
of reality
stan sand
A Chair With Benefits
There are times when
I sit quietly in my oversized chair
And daydream in discursive
Patterns, running in full color
Surround sound and three D
Onto the blank canvass between my ears
Stories unfold in blazing imagination
Old experiences back with new
Twists and unexpected characters
Making for juicy memories and
New endings for long gone tales
Those twenty-minute zone outs
Energize me and fertilize my life
For waking real-time adventures and
The older I get the more often
Those moments wind up being
Poetry or the seeds of short stories
If I remember a snippet as I wake,
And it tickles my creative muse
That there is no price to pay for
Inspiration coming while I daydream
Sitting quietly in my oversized chair...
everything in the existent universe orbits some center and...
time is experiencing rotational accelerations with respect to...
a velocity toward some center...consciousness just spinning...
space-water whirlpools seeming as three-d thoughts...a now...
a sierpinski polka-a-dot space-time dance continuum...may i...
stan sand
Color delights me, instantly glorifies joy and hope.
If I like it. I change my office at work when I get bored with it.
I am a giant kid.
And I know the kids that come in like new stuff too.
It also reminds me to give everyone a fresh start every single day.
Not easy, but it is a good reminder this is what I am striving to do.
I used to change out a giant bulletin board outside my office monthly. I made three D trees, unicorns, mermaids.I spent hours before and after school building it. The after school ladies kept saying how much they looked forward to it. I loved that!
For one hundred and eight months, it was my bulletin board. A new principal assigned my bulletin board to someone else her first month with us.
It was a black board with no border for the entire year, nothing on it until March when it had a small poster stapled in the middle of it.
People were confused. What happened? Why had I let this happen?
I told them. None were surprised. The after school ladies and I were the
First ones to beg to be at other schools at the end of that year.
A boss with no color is no boss for us.
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