"symetry" poems
The Kristeille Bra :
And Other Pathways To - ( Disaster ! )
Polarities : so smartly empowdered
And, petitely enslaved -
Potentialities ?
- In extremis, I'm afraid.
But if thus were so, then ...
(Even thinly veilled) ;
Let us duly consider :
Are our appetites (fe\male)
In actuality and fact umm,
Needlessly Manichean;
The torments of
noisy Siblings ?
Why, after all I ask,
only two -
Don't
You ?
Alas,
To the Medici
Roundly go the
Battle and the day !
(And sublimity)
(Or so the legend
goes ...... )
For those who favour
such Palantines,
(and gravity)
a throne.
For :
Pure symetry confounds my interest -
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James R. Morse NYC 2012.
All Rights Reserved.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
CREATION
Oh mystery of mysteries
The universe unveils itself
Before me
I watch in silent wonder
Enraptured, with its
Unfolding
The spheres sing harmoniously
As they congregate to form
The flower
Bringing light and life
Space and time
Forever more
Their dance is entrancing
As they whirl
In perfect symetry
Coming together
In precise
Geometric form
Elements burst forth
Singing the praises
Of their birth
Combining into compounds
As matter and subsequent
Life, take form
And as one becomes all
And all becomes one
It fades, as though only a dream
And I know
That it is I
Who am the dreamer….
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
"I'm not able to rid myself of my self." Herve Guibert
days alienated from nights,
from the magnitude of their roots
in the absence of your touch
electric love poems on the tip of your tongue
an electric symetry seems to surface in me today
in the doorway
I surrender to the nascent desire and glance into
the protocol of impulse, the chemistry of freedom inhaled
energetic transference from your skin onto mine
a cave woman deeper than me insists to dress me
in your unknown selves since
I have nothing else to undress, like a wound
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 5:14 PM UTC
Your lines of symetry stand a little taller then most as your head gently slams the metal door with underpaid workers cleaning the floor
You sleep so close to me that I can hear your dreams and they unfold inside your sleepy mind
You sleep so far away, I can hear your music play as you drift into a dream about a better life and we only get a little time each day
You've doubled checked the charts, star sign crossed bleeding hearts
You tell me about your life, and how it was always moving parts, and how sedentary sitting is stifling, but your lips are so inviting, I just can't seem to keep mine away
It doesn't rain on this island as much as it would, somewhere else that I once loved and I don't think you sing half as much as you should, and I don't think you write half as much as you could if you were somewhere else with me
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Soft heavy shade of unrelenting mischevious boredom
Killing off the weak of our youth
Plauging the soft minded soft handed rich pocketed crickets of the Earth
Sounding off from a siren that is coated in oil
In blood
In computer symetry that if shown to a child
Would just begin to cry
Have you no souls?
Have you no heart underneath that starched shirt?
Where in ourselves is the need to **** oneself
Off like that?
Winding away the hours spending earning balancing mistrusting
Saying that one is learning but towards what?
Ignorance is not bliss but a black corner that one is now blinded by
The shadow drawings are illuminated and cause glee
But the shadow makers are the evil ones
Men and women behind dashes of black ink
Memo books scribbled through every line
Tucked away for absolute Americanized security
America...how has our trust faltered so far and so fast?
Will we will gain it back?...
America...
Are you there?
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 3:16 PM UTC