her eyes on the moon
or a twirled moustache
upside-down questions
never before asked
violins play a solo
alongside quiet pain
that is spoken of only
within poetic refrain
thought bubbles bounce
collide with stars
a self never spoke of
disguised in rhyming memoirs
mazes and teeth in riddles unravelled
as the subconscious mind
becomes more well-travelled
layers of thought
covered with layers of feeling
all brought into the light
with a little free-wheeling
though dots may join up
there is no conclusion
for a poetess is always
part fantasy
part illusion
venn diagram discoveries
made without knowing
sharing of ideas
with the seeds they are sowing
exiting time when feeling off-kilter
to observe all askew -
a true angle tilter
we scribble in darkness
scribble in light
scribble for solace
and for our life
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Three hot shots unlike normal men
Form and fill this diagram Venn:
Luigi the threat
Forms an ivied set
With Elon + Don from U Penn
is half one teardrop
still whole or part of a pair
when we’re splitting hairs
seen through a venn diagram
tears share a hidden layer
People in my circle,
Same interest,
Common goal,
The heart's Venn diagram,
Uniting us,
Differentiating us,
In one huge plane,
The boundaries set by nature,
Its beauty is enhanced by the variety,
Rings and shapes intertwined,
They intersect to show us,
A people crafted with peculiarities,
A people with disparate dispositions.
May 19, 2022.
Poem as depicted here.
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CIRCUMLOCUTION was inspired by the poem, Him & Her Intersection, by Brian Bilston. In the 2015 Great British Write Off, he won the poetry prize for this poem disguised in a Venn diagram. My interpretation of the intersection poem scans differently to his as the intersected part is to be read in a loop, as suggested by the title.
The Venn diagram poem is an interesting intersecting visual poem written inside a two-circle Venn diagram.
It could be written on any subject where a contrasting viewpoint is key to a successful intersection poem. The idea is for the two outer sections (the opposing views) to be read independently taking the intersection into account, for example, xxxxxxxx X / X xxxxxx (the lines don’t have to be of an equal length.) This intersected piece ‘X’ should flow in a logical statement from top to bottom—I aimed for imagistic prose.
The nightmare brothers bought
a forest or would that be
Grimm wood
Making shakes from pears
Steve is Venn king
Ducks on
Chuck sing Christmas carols
Art could con and
do yell
friend could easily solve
A gap between that
Ahh
Christ is crisp
upon the Asian line
Spied the man
Stand
Leap
Marvel
Feet
Author's underneath my
see above
Brilliantly Blue Sky with Wispy Wondering Nebulous Cumulus Clouds
A bench. The scarred magpie
Emblematic
The dull thud of realisation
Easily mistaken for a heartbeat
And our conversation;
Itself a Venn diagram of times very non linearity
Our elliptical orbit spun me dizzyingly to it's furthest reaches and back again
Events of a million years ago fondly remembered
But for you and I
Only yesterday
In English
(Acrostic)
Maya ~ make my day positive, I can not imagine a day without her
Absolutely my very best friend ~ from morning to evening
You're loved ~ you're strong when I'm weak
Amazing ~ you might not see it ... but I do
In Norwegian
(Verse)
Maya ~ du gjør min dag positiv, jeg kan ikke tenke meg en dag uten henne
Absolutt min beste venn ~ fra morgen til kveld
Du er elsket ~ du er sterk når jeg føler meg svak
Fantastisk ~ kanskje ikke du kan se det ... men det kan jeg
18.03.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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DEITY FOR LAITY or THE RELUCTANT ATHEIST
Oh! must we talk of God? Myself I think I’d sooner look
At what I perceive without a preconceived idea, prescription
We could quote the words of others since they’re written in a book
That proclaims that it alone contains the holy true description
Or could speculate with reason on what ought to be the truth
Using Boolean equations, syllogisms by the dozen
Draw Venn diagrams and mind maps, argue then with words uncouth
That He really must exist - or on the other hand He doesn’t
So I’ll stick with what I know and that’s including Thou and thine
Tell me of your own cognition, I’ll esteem your clear sincerity
Also those who’s lives I’ve known for whom I’d use the word “ Divine”
And that’s good enough for me ‘till I perceive a higher verity
I accept this world originates in one or more creator
But am cautious to endorse a sole, benevolent, Dictator
The man who loved unicorns
The man who loved unicorns,
Drew pictures in my mind,
Venn circles of spiritual precision,
Wheeling within, weals
A body encompassing physicality,
Balloon expanded with an Id of spirituality,
And there, bulls eye circle, a gift,
For whilst my soul encompasses my whole,
It's the Spirit that takes that central role,
A voluntary Thomas of a fat controller,
Whose direction, track changing role,
Creates a new way of seeing my whole,
The utter supplication beyond explanation,
Finding a gift within me, The One Truth, sets me free!
@Andrew Carnegie, opening windows, 14th Jan 2017
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