"scalar" poems
A poet is daydreaming – contemplating,
Stale is his entire mind surpassed;
An accomplice confers his realization,
Neither to suffice the fool – disillusioned.
That poet daydreams, dismayed in trance,
‘A truce!’ he barters, on a fitted fray.
Frailty of his core seems definite in stance,
‘Tis anecdote… apparent of dismay.
The poet daydreams of the one he loves;
Severs the sympathy by egoism and contempt.
Scalar quantity of a breaching throb,
Under the tutelage of an infidel attempt.
The writer’s words are never dull, always honed;
Unyielding cutting edges fit for the crockery.
Elusive as emotions – tender as the blade of words sliced,
Thus cuts through the flesh, mind and soul like mockery.
Thus the poet’s mind can never be measured,
Nor does the ability of a man can overcome;
For both come from the Divine – Oh, highly favored!
Poetry of prose, so unique and unstrung.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
The first moment
Was divided by the total mass
The center of..
The moment of inertia
Rigid in body
How much more torque
Will turn this rotations
Secondary
In a moment
Notice the rotational axis
Of the earths fastest acceleration
Mass times the square
Of the perpendicular distance
To the rotation of our sphere
Can anyone else hear
Could anyone else here
Understand the scalar magnitude
Of a poets Newtonian mechanics
And the motion of macroscopic objects
Circling his metaphors
If the present state of an object is known
It is possible to predict by the laws
Of classical mechanics
How it will move
The spherical harmonics
Are a set of orthogonal functions
Yet periodic functions composed of sinusoids
Is the assumption of weighted summation
Discrete time fourier transformation
In relation to a quills synthesizing rotation
Is the explanation I'm trying to relate in
What do you think I'm saying
Need I explore the atomic orbital electron configurations
Their representation of gravitational fields geoids
Fiber reconstruction for estimation
of the path and location
Of a poems explanation
For the spin of its formation
Is just a calculation
Differing in interpretation
By the readers relation
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
Does Queenie love Kingman?
Give it windfury.
Be my magnetic field.
The king and queen are but constructs
Roles they are forced into
Coercion. Co-optation. Join us
Tell us what to think
Tell us - tell them - how to love.
I won't listen as fully as the rest
I make my own definitions.
Succotash. Ketchup. Gluten.
Someone forgot the curds
Mark my words, Gilbert
The bras and kets will multiply tonight
Let's be a scalar
Let's make some sense of
the abstractions
Only
to
be
broken
again?
I crave not sense
I crave the electromagnetic field
Sense is the king
I want the prince
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
You make me feel like this is more than a "more than," a "less than," an "equal to."
More than infinity, a vector, a scalar. A page-fifty-seven-numbers-one-three-and-twenty-two. More than "x" approaching it's limit. More than a dopamine, seratonin, oxycotin cocktail.
I'm a little drunk and I love you.
You're worrying and I love you.
You're overthinking the unthinkable and rationalizing the irrational and I love you.
You're crying into my existence and I love you
You're spinning in circles on the second time we hung out and * holy mother ******* God-playing-hide-and-seek, I love you.*
You make me feel like Moses parting seas and leading all of my dreams across to a Holy Ground.
Like a supernova explosion and you're my black hole.
Pulling
me
in.
Pillow talk of original sin.
You remind me of documentaries : curl up on the couch and spend the day away in blankets and still not have wasted a **** minute.
I love you more than words can know, and when I told you that, you held me tighter.
My head feels heavier but my heart a lot lighter.
I feel lucky to know you, let alone love and be loved by you. I don't believe in miracles but I believe you are a blessing.
I hopped to the edge of my bed and found the Atlantic Ocean staring me down
You haven't even gone, yet I still find myself counting down the days until you return.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
why Flora
in acanthocephalan
there'd grabble
backfield in
motion again
but to
get worm
its relief
when probiotic
does savor
a vowel
to scrabble
and hemidemisemiquaver
a righteous
joint scalar
intermingle also
with mullah
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Two day ago in therapy I wrote you a love poem:
A physics equation quantifying the emotional clarity that is brought by your proximity,
With love as a fundamental constant and a scalar summation of circumstances' mental momentum.
The next evening,
You told me you were going to sleep with a friend,
But the thought of sharing you makes me viscerally sick,
But worse is the ache, the knowledge
That you crave their touch too.
It's a slither underneath my ribs,
Tensing pressure that constricts my lungs and crushes the bone,
Venom through my veins,
Stopping at my heart.
But,
Love is constant,
Love is kind.
And, god, I've fallen in love with a selfish serpent.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC