"polygonal" poems - Hello Poetry

All sorrow is perpendicular occurring at right angles of tragedy encircling the grief-stricken with straight edges only once intersecting across infinite planes— Don't dare draw the lines between points or shade the region with limits or curves because the trajectories of bullets are plotted on branes intolerant of slightest triangulation Woe unto the seekers of sine waves sobbing thinking of filling every trough believing surely by now we've offered enough to sate these bloodthirsty Euclidean demons Cresting won't ever arrive in this course filled to the brim with asymptotes, cold corollaries but never spilling over under our sacred pledge of allegiance to the 2nd Parallel Postulate No intersections can be admitted with thoughts & prayers extending outward barely co-planar serious public policy proposals axiomatic insistence on the Nirvana Theorem or nothing A set of all points remains, mutually exclusive motionless and always incongruent clueless about their own particular geometries awaiting radical Pythagorean salvation Some paradigm we’ve built here though! Two hundred years of living polygonal hand to elliptical mouth without tangential reflection on the unproven flatness of humanspace.

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC

rj-days

2 Geometric

All sorrow is perpendicular occurring at right angles of tragedy encircling the grief-stricken with straight edges only once intersecting across infinite planes— Don't dare draw the lines between points or shade the region with limits or curves because the trajectories of bullets are plotted on branes intolerant of slightest triangulation Woe unto the seekers of sine waves sobbing thinking of filling every trough believing surely by now we've offered enough to sate these bloodthirsty Euclidean demons Cresting won't ever arrive in this course filled to the brim with asymptotes, cold corollaries but never spilling over under our sacred pledge of allegiance to the 2nd Parallel Postulate No intersections can be admitted with thoughts & prayers extending outward barely co-planar serious public policy proposals axiomatic insistence on the Nirvana Theorem or nothing A set of all points remains, mutually exclusive motionless and always incongruent clueless about their own particular geometries awaiting radical Pythagorean salvation Some paradigm we’ve built here though! Two hundred years of living polygonal hand to elliptical mouth without tangential reflection on the unproven flatness of humanspace.

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an anomaly few roots are many roots of the same tree from outside I am within the bark that encloses me here ye here ye! polygonal me mocking you an apology all a'Riddle first due to the very nature my skin my leaf contradictory, the roots they twist on me the vines of me the veins of me my pain you cannot see my pain you cannot see double vision two no three four or infinity to a varying degree my body tis' of thee, tangled up insanity of thee I sing ***** from my fathers side egg from my mothers side brain and heart formaldehyde let my moods swing polygonal me an anomaly normally unnatural and artificially indeed through means of fabrication and good malicious deed confiscatory generous and metaphorically my breed sarcastically scholastic institutionalized branches from the end to my seed divinely soulless constrictedly free interestingly boring grammatical greed desperately selfish slowly with speed movingly static hungry to feed constantly moving polygonal anomaly how many sides to a coin always flipping to a coin always spinning polygonal me transparency just like a tree there are many sides to a story through shadows cannot see the interlocking counterparts elbows, knees, branches on trees. who says they can't get along? I say they have to disagree. why can't they just let it be? why don't you be you?... and me be me me me me. Just like a tree whistling and singing chirping with glee waking me up at 6:30 though shadows cannot see an anomaly sometimes they play tricks on me polygonal me

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Jun 15, 2012

Jun 15, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC

samir

polygonal me

an anomaly few roots are many roots of the same tree from outside I am within the bark that encloses me here ye here ye! polygonal me mocking you an apology all a'Riddle first due to the very nature my skin my leaf contradictory, the roots they twist on me the vines of me the veins of me my pain you cannot see my pain you cannot see double vision two no three four or infinity to a varying degree my body tis' of thee, tangled up insanity of thee I sing ***** from my fathers side egg from my mothers side brain and heart formaldehyde let my moods swing polygonal me an anomaly normally unnatural and artificially indeed through means of fabrication and good malicious deed confiscatory generous and metaphorically my breed sarcastically scholastic institutionalized branches from the end to my seed divinely soulless constrictedly free interestingly boring grammatical greed desperately selfish slowly with speed movingly static hungry to feed constantly moving polygonal anomaly how many sides to a coin always flipping to a coin always spinning polygonal me transparency just like a tree there are many sides to a story through shadows cannot see the interlocking counterparts elbows, knees, branches on trees. who says they can't get along? I say they have to disagree. why can't they just let it be? why don't you be you?... and me be me me me me. Just like a tree whistling and singing chirping with glee waking me up at 6:30 though shadows cannot see an anomaly sometimes they play tricks on me polygonal me

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As one falls in love and With a drop and one of those Sudden slight sighing surrenders A heart is given to another to hold The sincerest smiles unfurl the most delicate rose Plunging deep into ravines of passion all-consuming. If I lived forever and a day You would never be more beautiful than now Your presence brings me to the brink of life Lifted by a dawning sun your eyes aglow like jewels Setting mine at peace with the waning moon That turns the tide pulling my love to you. Red velvet candlelight blushes Deep lingering lip-staining kisses Captured, cherished kept close to the heart To form the sweetest of memories To have and to hold for now and forever No matter where the avenues of life take me. All the little pieces had fallen together Like morsels of coloured glass Used to make combinations under the hand In the depths of one of those polygonal peepshows of childhood Love had been found and nurtured and grown until two hearts beat as one Discovering a breath of life that distance cannot break

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC

Zuraw

Sighs for size

As one falls in love and With a drop and one of those Sudden slight sighing surrenders A heart is given to another to hold The sincerest smiles unfurl the most delicate rose Plunging deep into ravines of passion all-consuming. If I lived forever and a day You would never be more beautiful than now Your presence brings me to the brink of life Lifted by a dawning sun your eyes aglow like jewels Setting mine at peace with the waning moon That turns the tide pulling my love to you. Red velvet candlelight blushes Deep lingering lip-staining kisses Captured, cherished kept close to the heart To form the sweetest of memories To have and to hold for now and forever No matter where the avenues of life take me. All the little pieces had fallen together Like morsels of coloured glass Used to make combinations under the hand In the depths of one of those polygonal peepshows of childhood Love had been found and nurtured and grown until two hearts beat as one Discovering a breath of life that distance cannot break

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The Gram sir, polygonal father firefly stand in Cibatus ... thread and thread form light. In the year 1300 miliérnaga great night, the Lucibatus provoke a detritment an ***** He fell back to Cibatus And her delicate body broke into two parts... In the center was in "A"; Her two columns Stumble down at the head of Mr. Gram. He in the compartment, The pulverized seeds scraped Galloping ice that undermined the Cibatus The year in 1200, Oh syllogism much light! You coordinate the central hole Cibatus basket; gramineous navel dim oracle Coming through the middle, Dodona River as light. In the center of barley, Mr. Gram healed their wounds; Fecracia corpuscles, Major ***** Susea ... that ruled with all his power by blizzards. "Not Cibatus or broken, traditional custom was broken by wind and not by Light gram " In the dark night of San Corinth, It fell night where Mr. Gram asleep ... happy told the fierfly your damage would not alter its sun. Toward the end of the day, He said his greatest roar... Their wings hawked loose Cibatus noise pain! Lat night came, and invisible, transparent body wanted spring, Love this protozoan Cibatus alone. Farewell said fierfly in 1300, when it fell by the protozoan crag ... Signs metal birds They said ...; Aaaah ..! and noise Gram God, They said! Aaaaah ... Aaah ...! Nor no hugs or charity, the rough particle spring circle flierfly donated the ***** ... Limestone Road He loved the feet of ash, white bodies laughed and they transmuted his absent body. Flierfly he opened his eyes... Cibatus looked at his winged whistling song: " Fly Fierfly, stretch your threads; Mr. Whiskers love Gram ... buried next to the root of Cibatus " Farewell Thousand Three Hundred ... ! JOSÉ LUIS CARREÑO TRONCOSO 10 to 11 July 1995.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC

jose-luis-carreno-troncoso

C I B A T U S

The Gram sir, polygonal father firefly stand in Cibatus ... thread and thread form light. In the year 1300 miliérnaga great night, the Lucibatus provoke a detritment an ***** He fell back to Cibatus And her delicate body broke into two parts... In the center was in "A"; Her two columns Stumble down at the head of Mr. Gram. He in the compartment, The pulverized seeds scraped Galloping ice that undermined the Cibatus The year in 1200, Oh syllogism much light! You coordinate the central hole Cibatus basket; gramineous navel dim oracle Coming through the middle, Dodona River as light. In the center of barley, Mr. Gram healed their wounds; Fecracia corpuscles, Major ***** Susea ... that ruled with all his power by blizzards. "Not Cibatus or broken, traditional custom was broken by wind and not by Light gram " In the dark night of San Corinth, It fell night where Mr. Gram asleep ... happy told the fierfly your damage would not alter its sun. Toward the end of the day, He said his greatest roar... Their wings hawked loose Cibatus noise pain! Lat night came, and invisible, transparent body wanted spring, Love this protozoan Cibatus alone. Farewell said fierfly in 1300, when it fell by the protozoan crag ... Signs metal birds They said ...; Aaaah ..! and noise Gram God, They said! Aaaaah ... Aaah ...! Nor no hugs or charity, the rough particle spring circle flierfly donated the ***** ... Limestone Road He loved the feet of ash, white bodies laughed and they transmuted his absent body. Flierfly he opened his eyes... Cibatus looked at his winged whistling song: " Fly Fierfly, stretch your threads; Mr. Whiskers love Gram ... buried next to the root of Cibatus " Farewell Thousand Three Hundred ... ! JOSÉ LUIS CARREÑO TRONCOSO 10 to 11 July 1995.

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an uninterested archaeologist studied the bones of eight dead citizens who had a gradually tightened their grips around our dreams, tapering as furling curtains swathed the incoming light, swirling, forcing it into nonentity one would steer the ill-fated course of all. bury the hatchet that was used to hatch you put all of your eggs into one spermicidal basket only the heavy-handed preamble to my funeral could weigh against such lofty comparisons we commuted to separated isles, each with their own emulation of truth with cathartic perspectives, trees wait to abed in your predestined lynching placing viney nooses into mother nature's scrapbook, a cherished keepsake, your freckled dna, an infinitesimal page in her tattered cookbook only in an afterworld will you be allowed to read your book's foreword know that there is no snooty producer to create for you a cash-in sequel they all watch you from afar, hungry, salivating failing to make a distinction between your life and demise their story's nothing but an interminable sad ending a null conclusion with nothing to conclude it holds its breath, crosses its fingers hoping again to come through as I placed defeat to my temple and squeezed I veered into a claustrophobic brick encasement colored with lifelessness, detachment and learned infinity is combustible; an unfolding polygonal paper forever unwrapping I've walked with wrecked leagues casually entered fiery caverns and the chilling daytime before me, never is it compelling I resigned my mind, contemplated grave comprehensions redid everything, coughing opuses, deftness, drugged insight my tactics turned to taciturn. no one was conducting the open metaphor of your eyes, rendering internal captions. endless captive renditions my adoration: the thickly-caked rust in the kitchen faucet if you catch my spotty, deposited despot eyes in direct sunlight, you'll realize their dimness staring vacantly into oncoming traffic, looming passages

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Jul 13, 2015

Jul 13, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC

tyuifh

untitled #2

an uninterested archaeologist studied the bones of eight dead citizens who had a gradually tightened their grips around our dreams, tapering as furling curtains swathed the incoming light, swirling, forcing it into nonentity one would steer the ill-fated course of all. bury the hatchet that was used to hatch you put all of your eggs into one spermicidal basket only the heavy-handed preamble to my funeral could weigh against such lofty comparisons we commuted to separated isles, each with their own emulation of truth with cathartic perspectives, trees wait to abed in your predestined lynching placing viney nooses into mother nature's scrapbook, a cherished keepsake, your freckled dna, an infinitesimal page in her tattered cookbook only in an afterworld will you be allowed to read your book's foreword know that there is no snooty producer to create for you a cash-in sequel they all watch you from afar, hungry, salivating failing to make a distinction between your life and demise their story's nothing but an interminable sad ending a null conclusion with nothing to conclude it holds its breath, crosses its fingers hoping again to come through as I placed defeat to my temple and squeezed I veered into a claustrophobic brick encasement colored with lifelessness, detachment and learned infinity is combustible; an unfolding polygonal paper forever unwrapping I've walked with wrecked leagues casually entered fiery caverns and the chilling daytime before me, never is it compelling I resigned my mind, contemplated grave comprehensions redid everything, coughing opuses, deftness, drugged insight my tactics turned to taciturn. no one was conducting the open metaphor of your eyes, rendering internal captions. endless captive renditions my adoration: the thickly-caked rust in the kitchen faucet if you catch my spotty, deposited despot eyes in direct sunlight, you'll realize their dimness staring vacantly into oncoming traffic, looming passages

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A bee tapping against the glass No way out no way in As the flowers remain outside And I remain in Their vibrant colours haunting the Polygonal patterns of my eyes As the bee thump thump thump's It is helpless to the taunting house Soon it will curl up on the window sill When it is tired and out of breath And so will I

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC

quincie

Behind Payned Glass

A bee tapping against the glass No way out no way in As the flowers remain outside And I remain in Their vibrant colours haunting the Polygonal patterns of my eyes As the bee thump thump thump's It is helpless to the taunting house Soon it will curl up on the window sill When it is tired and out of breath And so will I

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we’re like a puzzle, dear. a constant struggle to find our match, the piece with which we fit. and all the while referring to the example on the box, an image of a puzzle perfectly plenary, cookie-cutter courtships of two jagged-edged squares just looking to fit in. and the sea of polygonal cacophony, swept by the tides spawned from the puzzler’s searches, grows ever-increasingly frantic as the elusive match hides amongst the others, like a needle in that hellish and predictable haystack. in impatience, he concedes to the concealing pile, and continues on to the next piece of the puzzle. but he’ll return, for the game will not be complete until we two final pieces meet.

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC

alheath

jigsaw

we’re like a puzzle, dear. a constant struggle to find our match, the piece with which we fit. and all the while referring to the example on the box, an image of a puzzle perfectly plenary, cookie-cutter courtships of two jagged-edged squares just looking to fit in. and the sea of polygonal cacophony, swept by the tides spawned from the puzzler’s searches, grows ever-increasingly frantic as the elusive match hides amongst the others, like a needle in that hellish and predictable haystack. in impatience, he concedes to the concealing pile, and continues on to the next piece of the puzzle. but he’ll return, for the game will not be complete until we two final pieces meet.

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