"arbitrariness" poems
*Uncertainty is the name of the game
Putting things in jeopardy God in shame
A particle’s position is immeasurable so its momentum
An imprecise arbitrariness for the Seeker a conundrum!*
Drunk in the wine of Creation God had no inkling
Uncertainty would be inherent in his nature of things
Little slips He would make would be a stumbling block one day
One would affect the other's behavior without a remedial way!
It appears such a twisted thing making so little sense
The objects you measure with will themselves influence
The particle to be measured its velocity and speed
Discarding precise determination not yielding a perfect read!
*Lovers take heart from this though her heart you may win
There’s no way with precision her love you can determine
She remains as yet unknown in her love’s position and quantum
You the Seeker can do little than to live with the conundrum!*
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
The adults think it's funny how we hunch over some device
that taught us how to forget communication.
The arbitrariness of a phrase folded into gray area
leads to an unexpressed panic.
A child is born in a nearby hospital
and welcomed by four by five inches of folded paper
and a car crash down the street pulls a life and we frown.
We never open our mouths
but lower or raise the corners accordingly
to generate some symbolic expression.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Eruptions of pigeons,
from the loose teeth of
buildings, hacking whirlwind
romances sharing the thought
of flight.
Leveling with streets shrinking
and enlarging life...outflanked
by urbane sowers.
Shifty to the seed in rootless
takes, spur of the moment,
sparring impressions.
The strength of strangers driving
home the impossible arbitrariness
of pass, and be passed.
The canker of count in loss--rage
to the wall that's hole, from where
they know one another not.
Up ahead, The Empire State Building
stands like a towering depersonalized
roll call.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
You left off
Your ambiguous secrets,
Your coyness,
Your arbitrariness
When you cut
With sharpened pencils,
And dripped heavy
Leaden words
Down.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
In the whimsical arbitrariness of the sky, a beauteous star illumined distinctly—
that even when concealed by the vivid and sharp rays of the sun,
a brush of hint of your existence unceasingly radiates before my eyes.
Do you, of little stature in the eyes of many,
know how much I adore you for the way you glister?
Continue to scintillate— for a stouthearted like you must know how much value lies inside of you.
Never grow sullen and let nothing bedim you,
for in any turn of events you shall compose yourself my love.
Know that in times when you shine a little less bright than before—
I was already stricken blind.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
***** fortresses and palaces
write tightest code
reach the pinnacle of artistry
painting raindrops
composing sublime orchestrations
from furrows where germinate
the double-helical zenith
of human engineering outside
nanotubes, transistors or
our private clouds—
all the emergent complexity
we've harvested in semantic grace
—to seem like life is comfortable
and tastes good and may actually
be worth something in the end;
yet, bloodied or coddled, chessmen
march on, moving into position
guided by the arbitrariness of their
quest, immune to the nuance
of getting caught in a summer rain,
hugs from your grandmother,
some memory of reciting Bible verses
in Sunday school, singing a hymn into
the depth of a passionate smooch
or the fancy of imagination's depression,
but the arrow of time points on!
And eclectic rumination notwithstanding,
etropy always wins.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC