The procession slowly moved in stately attire, a coffin occasioned by wooden wheels and solid beasts, with a fair amorous group of ladies joking about sprouting third legs. Beast or not, it left some mouths agape while others were watering, and finally, the elderly one was put to rest.
:: eprobles ::
Math without numbers, a curious thought,
An abstract realm where the mind is caught,
A world of patterns, of shapes and of space,
A place where logic and reason find their place.
From geometry’s lines to topology’s twists,
Mathematics without numbers still persists,
Fractals and graphs, with beauty and grace,
A visual language, in which the mind can trace.
The rhythm of patterns, in nature abound,
Fibonacci’s sequence, in petals found,
The golden ratio, in spirals displayed,
A hidden order, in chaos arrayed.
Set theory, with its empty sets and more,
Logic and proofs, that the mind does explore,
Algebraic structures, with symbols and rules,
Abstract equations, that the mind can’t refuse.
Math without numbers, a world so vast,
A universe of ideas, that the mind can grasp,
A language of abstraction, of pure thought,
A treasure of knowledge, that cannot be bought.
:: 03.01.2023 ::
In the depths of my mind, I spin,
Lost in a world of dream and din,
Where colors blend and thoughts begin,
A crazy, abstract world within.
The sky is red, the grass is blue,
The trees are singing, the flowers moo,
And all the creatures, strange and new,
Are dancing in a rainbow hue.
The sun is smiling, the moon is weeping,
The stars are laughing, the comets creeping,
The world is alive, but it’s not sleeping,
In my abstract mind, there’s no time for keeping.
The river flows, but it’s upside down,
The mountains dance, without a sound,
The clouds are soft, but they wear a crown,
And all around, there’s no solid ground.
I ride a bicycle made of air,
And sing a song without a care,
I float above a world so rare,
And dance with all the creatures there.
In this surreal world of mine,
There’s no limit to what I can find,
My imagination runs wild and divine,
A world of deep abstract and surrealism, so fine.
:: 02.28.2023 ::
She stood before me, dressed in a sheer and delicate fabric,
as the towering trees outside brushed their leaves against the window,
almost tauntingly close.
I sat in my armchair, hands clasped tightly, watching her every move
with a mix of awe and longing.
Her petite feet, like works of art, trembled with pleasure on the floor.
As a stray beam of sunlight danced across her face, it illuminated her smile
and accentuated the curves of her body.
I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against her ankle, And she let out a soft,
musical giggle that filled the room.
Her laugh was like a symphony of sound,
And it made my heart skip a beat.
:: 02.28.2023 ::
When first I gazed upon her lovely face,
My heart did skip a beat and then it soared,
For in that moment, time and space erased,
And I was left with love that I adored.
Her eyes, as bright as stars on moonless nights,
Did captivate my soul and hold it fast,
And in her presence, all my wrongs felt right,
As if my heart had found its home at last.
And when she spoke, her voice was like sweet song,
That filled my ears and set my heart ablaze,
And though I knew our love would not be long,
I couldn’t help but bask in love’s sweet haze.
For though our time together may be brief,
Her love will be my heart’s eternal chief.
:: 02.28.2023 ::
If this whole affair should break my attachment
To family, I easily release it, only because
My heart is within splendid love.
To find happiness in life,
To find love in living,
I surrender my life for love,
For loving is the greatest cost,
Of the tears we spill in life.
As I walk the seashore, hand-in-hand,
Talking of life’s purpose, and our part in the cosmic plan.
“How can we find happiness without objects in life?”
Well, eventually, your strength will tell me an impossibility.
“Ask of me. I only wish a woman to love.”
Well then, while the ocean breaks the shores and the skies move clouds,
They watch us. What do they say of us?
“They say we are in deep love, my dear,
That the world is in love with a fallen angel
Who loves poetry.”
For love is a mystery of the heart and mind,
A force that drives us, that we cannot define.
It’s the magic of the universe, the essence of being,
The very reason we exist, the answer to our seeking.
So let us embrace the love we have found,
And let it guide us, in life’s journey, bound.
For in love, we find our true purpose and meaning,
And let our hearts soar, in Cummings’ sweet dreaming.
:: 01.25.2000 ::
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
Two star-crossed lovers met and fell in love,
Their families’ feud a barrier between
The passions of these two, sent from above.
But love knows not of hate, nor time, nor place,
And Romeo and Juliet could not resist
The pull of fate, the magic of their grace,
And so they vowed to love, no matter the risk.
Their love was pure, a flame that burned so bright,
That even death could not put out its light.
For though they died, their love did not expire,
But lived on in the hearts of all who desire
To find a love that’s true, a love that’s real,
Like Romeo and Juliet, forever to feel.
:: 02.28.2023 ::
Lost in love’s labyrinthine ways,
I wandered far in passion’s haze.
I gave my heart with wild abandon,
And prayed my love would never falter.
But in the end, betrayal came,
A dagger to my heart in flames.
I thought my love had been true,
But now I see, it was all askew.
I wept and raged, and cursed the fates,
For such a cruel and bitter fate.
But then, amidst the dark despair,
A glimmer of hope, a light so rare.
For in that moment, I realized,
That love is not just sunshine skies.
It’s also storms and raging seas,
That test our hearts and make us see.
That true love is not just sweet,
It’s also bitter, and complete.
For only in the depths of pain,
Can we find the light of love again.
So now I stand, enlightened and strong,
A survivor of love’s cruel song.
For though my heart may bear the scars,
I know that love can heal all stars.
And so I walk, with head held high,
A heart that’s open, and a soul that’s wise.
For though the road is long and winding,
Love is eternal, always binding.
:: 02.28.2023 ::
Nature’s birth, so wild and free A symphony of life, for all to see As I walk these paths alone I feel the rhythm of the earth’s gentle tone My steps may falter, but I am strong With every breath, I sing nature’s song The wood and rock, the briar twine All a part of this world so divine With every step, my heart takes flight For in nature’s embrace, all is right The dewey moss, the fallen trees All a part of nature’s melodies For many miles, I walk this land And feel the gentle touch of nature’s hand Tears may fall, but in its birth Nature brings a love so pure and worth So I ask, will you give me a voice to remember? For in nature’s embrace, my love will never surrender And though I may never hear you again Nature’s birth will always remain my greatest friend.
Analysis:
The poem, “Nature’s Birth,” captures the essence of nature in all its beauty and majesty. It highlights the author’s strong connection to the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility. The poem opens with a description of nature’s birth, which is wild and free, and a symphony of life that everyone can see. The author emphasizes the power of nature by describing how they can feel the earth’s gentle tone as they walk alone on nature’s paths.
As the poem continues, the author speaks to the strength they feel when surrounded by nature, even if their steps falter. They emphasize the importance of every aspect of nature, from the wood and rocks to the briar twine, as all part of the divine world. The author’s heart takes flight with every step they take in nature, highlighting the transformative power of the natural world.
The author then describes their connection to nature, emphasizing how it makes them feel like everything is right in the world. They describe the beauty of dewy moss and fallen trees, showing how even the smallest details in nature are part of a larger, harmonious whole.
The poem ends with a reflection on the author’s journey through nature, describing how they have walked many miles, feeling the gentle touch of nature’s hand. The author acknowledges that tears may fall, but in nature’s birth, there is a love that is pure and worth cherishing. The author concludes the poem by asking for a voice to remember, one that will never forget the love and peace that nature has brought to them.
Overall, “Nature’s Birth” is a beautiful and heartfelt poem that speaks to the transformative power of nature. It highlights the deep connection that humans have with the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility.
What spirit imbue that flesh! A love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of green-soothe and touch thy father’s heart, too!
And thou tend to good deeds that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along shall forever follow you!
Her lovely grace in turmoil say and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance that room which first I met you
Which must have the best cot that for ever remain has my home
Thou art a fair thing a bloom of sweet beauty, fair fair, I mean
It’s more than the roses a bright noon-day bringing the day
it’s not the grass all broken now it’s not the rain after, or not
a cold kiss of winter night it’s what’s inside the one
but their fur or not, they’re not as dear they’re neither roses nor grass
but what’s inside the heart-and the bloom that come to keep that
What winds’ soft breath, what autumn songs from the skies that day
and what beauty was not lost come from the heart’s cleft,
a heart I hold in mine to thy father that who now with eyes in silence fix
tears of heart that he will weep for you,
From Heaven above have come
THE ROSE AND THE FLOWER
: 08.31.2022 ::
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