"coriolis" poems
There's that sunset
Where you'd
Look
upon
The horizon
and watch the sky
pull a symphony of colors
Where the atmosphere and clouds
simply refract light;
creating an array of complex hues
the sky became emphatic
to show off it's beauty
That was today
There's that sunset
Where you'd
Look
Upon
The horizon
And see the clouds move
slowly and yet hastily
And despite the Coriolis,
the clouds form shapes
And represent
such figures to you
whether human, animal, or object
It reminds you of
memories, places, people
That was today
There's that sunset
Where you'd
Look
Upon
The horizon
And just look at the grandeur of it
Where you cannot tell where
The sky ends and the earth begins
no trace of the sun nor the moon
Like the earth felt God's redamancy
and God felt the Earth's
and our worlds finally became one
That was today
There's that sunset
Where you'd
Look
Upon
The horizon
And the moment you lay your eyes Upon it
all the questions, all the queries
finally become answered to
like quantum theory and "beauty"
ultimately became understood
like you now have an answer
to your most enigmatic problem
That was today
I looked upon that sunset
I have an answer
I finally have an answer
I now have an answer
That was today
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
The dog.
How I miss him,
the snuggle parties, when WE lived together.
Black Hole puppy eyes,
howling to share those skeletons,
If dogs could talk,
---huh.
Midnight velvet coat,
chard's of glass when brushed the wrong way.
Would loose this phone number...
but it's that dog...ya know?
The dog I miss,
grocery store trips,
welcome home kiss,
and good night pets.
The way, my daughter loved him too.
Proud to play mommy to your four legged son,
no smile greater, than her smile those days, caused by purpose and warmth.
The simple joy of a child giving a dog a treat.
The simple joy.
This feeling. Can't beat.
That dog ain't going to make it,
just like us.
Just the dog. I miss.
His ground shaking roar,
-he sure is the best guard dog, even if the size of a mouse-
mixed with laughter in the morning.
The way he almost made you look human, when he got sick and you'd cry.
At the next party, stories pour out of their round happy faces,
of their Chihuahuas, Pit-bulls, Dachshunds.
Staring into the Coriolis of my beer, lost like these months,
look up and say "I had a dog once.."
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
Winds blow,
Reeds bend,
Coriolis force
Will lend
Momentum
To dispersed
White seed
Which, caste aloft,
Doth spread
And breed
Young reeds anew
On distant lake
For wind
To whip
And bend
And break.
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 9:08 PM UTC
Bar politicians and hobo drawers
This town smells like bad history
Oh mother cancer you're growing on me
You're my favorite stock holmes disease
Everything was a breeze, when the earth was spinning for me
Till the coriolis changed its pace, and the horizon seemed constant
Never to be touched by me
Something to reach for, but never to see
Spare me your sympathetic tendencies
I'm sick of replacing me with please
And acting like every want is a need
When happiness is just a mirage
Good thing I don't have a car
Because I'm using that garage to store all my old memories
A box full of unanswerables stacked up on top of my anxiety
On top of the box full of the blood and tears I bleed
And the forgotten hypocrisies under my apocryphal tendencies
Next to the karaoke machine that screams infidelity
How far back do I need to hide those suppressed memories for them to never surface again
What's the point if the boxes are transparent?
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
Two point one million kilometres per hour
Is the speed at which we flow, in Space
As we live our exotic eventful lives
On seemingly motionless grounds
Firm and solid beneath our feet.
One thousand six hundred seventy five
Kilometres per hour is the speed of those grounds,
A spherical dancer pirouetting endlessly to enlight
The marvellous show alternating day and night.
Rotations we do not feel, dizziness incomplete.
As speed is constant, momentum numbs
Our senses, though it is unable to deceive
The winds and ocean currents, only tangible proof
Of our movement, incessantly blowing and running
Yet bound to Earth for neither to escape.
Air deflecting between high and low
Pressures, to move extra heat elsewhere,
Balancing temperatures, to talk about the weather,
Offering seasons to render
Our terrestrial little planet an inhabitable one.
Elegant harmonisation, Coriolis Effect,
Universe orchestrating sophisticated laws
Setting the rare conditions, for wind to blow,
For us to exist.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
The Coriolis effect
for those days
when you're on
the move
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
*Choosing the path of least resistance , commanding the stormy sky of night
Coriolis's daughter at the curve of
the Earth , spinning magnetic time
from the center of mankind's turbulent
world* ......
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC