"elliptic" poems
Gwen Elison
Southern Utah University
Elliptic Parallel Postulate Haiku
I am a point P
I want a parallel please!
Oh, there’s none for me.
Hyperbolic Parallel Postulate Haiku
I am a point P
There so many parallels
At least 2 for me!
Euclidean Parallel Postulate
I am a point P
Elliptic? Hyperbolic?
No, just 1 for me!
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
Zero One and modern blight
Travel at the speed of light.
We wondered on the Wandering Jew,
Or, in lieu,
Orthon, Urian or Lilitu.
We trepanned our empty skulls,
Searched our humours,
Were touched by Rulers!
Now troubling symptoms of want and need,
Have blighted growth of yesterseed.
Patient Zero left no lead.
East fingered West
(and vice versa)
Was Ireland really the cause of cholera?
Did Blacks languish in Tuskegee squalor?
We christened Mary, but drank the water.
Fracked Incubus and Succubus
From son and daughter.
Patient Zero left the slaughter.
We deprived women of their tea
To cure wandering womb hysteriae.
Deviances and leaking lesions
Were headwaters of women's *****
Patient Zero has no season.
The barber sensed it might be smell,
So our widened streets became a sulfurous hell.
And wastelands swelled
Where curled cats dwelled.
(no talk of Michelangelo)
II
Our children's blight has a techno name,
Like the rose, IT smells the same.
With zero tolerance I lay blame
On screens and phones and video games.
The world wide box stores flipped their lids,
Touching all who crawl the social grids;
From the base of Mammon's pyramid.
Now Jake believes he's a gangsta dude
Since posting whatever on You Tube.
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose:
No services rendered but expects what's due.
Inflated egos are a system symptom,
Clearing firewalls, reaching children.
Patient Zero is no phantom.
There is no tale of rat or flea
As cause of lost immunity.
There is no open sore to fester,
The Selfie is the X-ray picture.
Patient Zero is so much quicker.
In our gel of techno bliss,
On our elliptic petrie dish,
Bathed in more than we could wish,
Patient Zero will finish,
And with that whimper
All vanish.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
I want to dance with you again,
Before the light descends;
Dance, the troubadour sang:
Dance me to the end of love.
Place yours in mine,
We'll wind with time;
Repose your head, close your eyes,
I'll hear you breathe another goodbye.
Can't you dance with me again.
I'm spinning off this elliptic world;
Holding the dark side of my moon,
Orbiting 'round this star lit room.
Waxing on the upbeat,
Waning on the down,
Dancing on a gyroscope,
Through phases round and round.
I awaken, tapping toes,
And humming in the after glow.
Yes, I danced with you!
Did I dance with you?
I didn't dance with you.
And never will again.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
We descend gently
into the deep well
of the pianoforte
As the sun streams down
from above
the echoes of love and longing
arise from below
You and I
have not come this way before
So step gently
and have every care
A world where I lose you
cannot exist
In truth
it would be
an outrage against nature
And if
God forbid
such a thing were to happen
I would wrap the sky
in a blanket of grief
a blanket so dense
that the sun would fail
the stars flicker and dim
I would turn off every light
erase every word
There would be no peace
because I would make war
against every continent
my armies would occupy
every city
I would plant a black flag
on the moon
and place a grieving footprint
upon the Sea of Tranquility
And I would cry
that no tranquility
can henceforth exist
in any place
Finally
I would set out
with scant provision
on an odyssey
that would make Ulysses weep
Few would weigh my grief
yet the earth itself
would careen briefly
off the elliptic
as the weight of my heart
altered its comings and goings
causing every creature still breathing
to look up in fear
So stay, friend.
It must be that I go first.
And you remain behind.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
This truest love, triumphantly
is a bird of prey
marauding 'twain these grayest skies and tenured gain
dine with blessed distinction,
feathered queen!
And any mice caught in between-
For does my love in summer's rain
prey on the solace of my nightly dreams
Do gauge my love as span of wings
the distance 'tween each finger
Her wings are spread and through the sky
she soars in arcs and swirls
Each and every blissless night,
she passes coyly o'erhead,
The curtain in my blood unfurls
and this presence ever lingers-
Perched aloof and tauntingly in a bending oak
she says: "These stars that hover
above the sky I disbelieve-
Their palaver, quaint and lasting,
I disbelieve-
They grip and guide my flutters as an ever-tightn'ng yoke."
Each hand I place o'er the other,
'til each branch is a rung, ladder to the moon.
Said: "And coldly does this horrib' moon smile,
she laughs 'til my tail is the dust
each stroke of hours and minutes speak to me
this cunning moon pours in our hearts this lust-
How could these shambles any trust?"
This sky, though blacken'd,
cannot rend apart what's happened,
and all it sees with terrible eyes
can prevent not this love fore'er mend-
She glode politely out o' reach,
To soar delightly by me-
Said: "I see the jilted morning glory
bowing to the moon.
Each stalk twines traitoriously
a capsulating swoon-
Each fruit it bears bequeathes 'nto me
callous forms of elliptic bracts,
eats as nothing more than flax-"
For every morning glory's betray'l
I'll harvest ten thousand Orchids from the meadow's fringe,
plucked from the margins of the bog-
This love is not a passing arc
that follows does that jealous moon-
I'll trek the acid, foy an' dinge,
and, if those mice do not erstwhile dine on this orchid's seeds,
that which lays dormant, 'neath the leaves
will send up freshly blooming stalks.
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
Hurtling around the zooming vacuum
In a gyrating dance on airy buxom
The earth pants vigorously often
Waking up the sun to make fun
Chasing with frivolous advances,
Eve-teasing with colorful nuances
Soon to blush furiously
and fall spent, seriously
Amiss to quench
The ultimate plunge.
Yet again the gory spin provokes the sun
To rise and resume the hot pursuit
Steering on lustrous wheels gold spun
In a daring mood to rend and chute
Shafts of torrential sparkling grace,
Fall on her youth in a burning kiss.
The stunnigly coy earth slips to miss
The sun a full appraisal of her mould
of sensuous wildly youthful temper
With his throbbing love of bold boisterous chemistry in fluid ember.
The turn of every day brings anew
Rising hopes into the light beau
To fix the match and unbrace
The enticing youthful guise
To keep her in a lasting embrace
To give a rest to the mad chase
To enter the satiety shrine and merge
into the deep firy daring love surge
To burn and bust into an eternal rest.
Eve turned amused at the strange strain of the muse
Still refuse to retract, returns to defuse
The mist wafts just in the next moment with it's own request
The rays mound on a new quest
The earth slips from his light grips
and exit in to dark memory falls
and frail trails of the sun's caresses
Consumed in the ensuing dark race
to escape from the mad chase.
And the earth moves on to hide
Shows awhile the beauty so wide
as to entice to throw a new challenge
A dream for the sun's urge to weave
firebrand light waves the next few days
Ever new love laces spread on rays
To web her with caresses soft
On and on and as she moves on
Ever elliptic dashes in deep
Though it's too abysmal to peep
The enigmatic chase worth indeed
The Sun holds on its brilliant acts in peace
As the youthful earth continues to tease
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
And so, the waves
returned to my feet.
That lunar beauty
had stolen them away.
She bellied the ocean
bent it elliptic;
stretching the walk
from me to tide.
But no longer full
her grip weakened.
Salt water trickled
from her fingers
to rush cold
between my toes.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
You'll need to use imagination,
Or a pen and pagination
To reveal this configuration:
A two circle ven diagram.
Close your eyes,
Or draw the same,
But create two circles
Not yet combined,
Separate circles,
Undefined.
One circle is titled Set A.
List these despicable words:
alarm, panic, disgust,
revulsion, fear, indifference,
anger, sorrow, grief,
guilt, worry, doubt,
despair, hurt, stress,
tension, remorse, pain.
One circle is titled Set B.
List these wonderful words:
desire, admiration, surprise,
amusement, gratitude, hope,
joy, triumph, jubilation,
relief, generosity, sympathy,
delight, pleasure, courage,
satisfaction, friendship, euphoria.
Now for reader interaction
You'll be using picture cognition.
To envision this conception.
Move the two circles toward
Each other to intersect,
And to create
An elliptic circle,
I like to call
The ventricle,
Centered like our hearts.
This is Set C,
The combination
Of Sets A & B.
And you see,
It's empty.
I title this circle,
LOVE.
One word.
But as a participant
In this poem,
Give C
A title
Of your own.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
O
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They have found what is purported to be the
first Poem
ever written
(about 5000 years old )
//
There are 2 possible translations
The first one is
I LOVE YOU !
the second one is
**** ME !
I ' M YOUR ***** !
////////
A very acrimonious Argument has ensued
amongst the linguist/archeologists around these 2 possible translations
and many say there are deep political attitudes at play
///
///
She said
I LOVED YOU AND YOU CHEATED ON ME
AND BROKE MY HEART !!
I looked at her in astonishment and finally said
BUT
I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU !!!
////
THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH !
she cried aloud
///
OH !
I said
NOW
I UNDERSTAND
ALL THEM CHEESY " LOVE POEMS "
ON HELLO POETRY !!
:/:
It's just that sometimes I get
Disrespectful of disrespectfulness
///
As far as the poem is concerned
I was fortunate enough to see the original
And can state that BOTH translations were wrong !
Because I a true expert on these things could tell right off
that it was written by
BERYL DOV
and in his own eclectic ,elliptic manner he was saying
RAY ' S PIZZA ! - THE GREATEST
•
•
Eventually
Science can explain everything
Albeit
Most times incorrectly
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
Enchantingly nonchalantly unfurling before
blind eyes merely able to gape in awe
ephemeral smithereens of expanding plenum,
the abyssal pervasive womb encompassing all
that exists, was is and will be, nurturing
emptiness with energy for nothingness not
to be. Swirling particles coalescing to breed
unfathomable incandescent spheres
radiating blistering lights in waves, hurtling
everywhither as beacons celebrating glory
of omnific productions till mirific explosions
scatter pieces crisping to bond, under laws
of attraction relentlessly spinning, rotating
an elliptic orbit at a distance, showered in eons
by debris enclosing drops of lymph, finely
elegantly tuned through evanescent time, to allow
the esoteric birthing of rare creatures gazing,
curious and inquisitively reflecting, recognising
mother does not contemplate repetition nor
perfection, as she haphazardly reveals inestimable
varieties, offspring of sweeping sublime
creativity with which she munificently shares
a comprehensive consciousness inspired,
suggesting the child indeed could grasp
the extent of infinity
despite blind eyes.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
Something viscous and of the Earth
rampant hydraulic and geometric
where...
ever the green neddles empire
cupped hand of salt and clay
where red is skin unwashed
where smoothed stones
come under scrutiny
of rainfall
burnished by atmos
tasting of remnant iron
back of the mouth adrenaline
fear where choking lives
beguiled feints of the (nearly)
..the almost
..the always
just out of reach
seductive...
by satiated tones hither
yet kissed to life abrupt
sputtered out from shoals
soft guarded places
padded in the low end
theory spun cobweb
tied by philosophy of moss
long stretched wisps of time
that curl as smoke meanders
to drink in the momentary
nooks where God is salve
woven to worship pause
tangled and braided just so…
to hug in the splendors
a ram with horns wide like horizons
and spirals under darkened eye
on recoil, on tiptoes
that beckon to ride without saddle
eating ego and back peddle
whole seasons by the mouthful
each blinked snug
and overshadowed by determination
dancing as singular sensations
serenity swimming river's bend
circles slipping outward
elliptic goldfish spinning
hypnosis beneath lotus
opposite ever ends of the prism
A coy wink of rhythm
sway and schism cast
flailing from a cyclical sun
suchness dissipating
with the touch of dusk
and surrendered to fog
unveiled de ja vu to wax
to fauna melting orange in the distance
beyond moon picturesque
as a resonant echo breathing
armored against the crow’s call
feather fall looming, changeling
Sisyphean song obelisk
songs and sirens that got away
at nineteen hertz and rising
from the bottom of the arched heart
leaves falling scattered, witnessed
to swaddle as hinges the seasons
as transcendence including
wreck's collection magic chasm
rising and riding a tidal twist
we are each and all the alchemists
that decide the sacred
feinting flourishes we entertain
where nostalgia shades it's crispness
where hope holds hands with memory
to sip the nectar from the nightly charades
in the details that kiss the bottom lips
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
In a single moment. A simple poet, wrote every single component. He was the closest thing to Moses. Indeed. Watch the speed. Reaching infinity. After you're done romanticize over the lies. Open your eyes. Dimensionally polarized. These are sober times. Focus your mind. See they have trouble sleeping. Their souls bleeding for withholding secrets. Without honor, life has no meaning.
Break away.Break away. Break away.
Beneath the elliptic plane. Retrograde. We don't think the same. Observe the earth. Do your own research. A forest starts from a tree first. Only after physical rebirth.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend IX "
You fool yourself so much i gape
In awe at the continued survival
Of your being. Such self serving drivel
Spews from those lips in bent effort to shape
A comfort pleasing to your limitless
Myopic views, tears and anguish deeply
Flow within. Yet i know this mind display
Grows not in your gray wrinkled sphere rootless.
The sentient race revolves around some
Vast constellation, a cogent cosmos
Constrained by physics pure beauty to course
Elliptic and mandatory. Till from
New thoughts grappled leaps new sight and release.
How many journeys needed for this peace?
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC