"triangulate" poems
I got that letter this morning it was no surprise to me
All hands on deck.
Boot camp in three weeks. get your ducks lined up. Charlie has a bullet for me.Maybe a bouncing Betty or two.
Camp Lejeune. Jar head central.
Drop yer ***** and grab yer socks ...Gonna get my mind right for the fight.
So. Face down in this Paddy. Buffalo crap. ******** lite.
Locked and loaded.Gonna die today I think.My number's about to play.
Mr Charlie on home turf. Incoming is whistling me a lullaby.
So tell me again why I gotta be here?
Down for the di di. Goin the other way.
V.C. can see me but I cant triangulate.
Little guy in black pajamas. Fighting for their wives kids and mamas.
Need to dig in. gotta move.
Boom.
six O clock news . Mr Cronkite singing the body bag blues.
Old McNamara just upped the ante.
Mothers dont let yer babies grow up to be cowboys.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Yesterday’s integrity is lost
To the shrewd entry of today,
With all its hopeful blandness
Sinking into my skin as the sun rises
Ever so gently along the broken horizon
Where vultures escape the peril
Of the murderous day and hide in caves-
Away from the hungry pecking of
So many people in too many places,
As the sky seeks to triangulate
The presence of time within the confined space
Of the undynamic maze of man
As he moves gallingly through the elements
Past my drowsy numbness in the early hours
Magnetized into the dull thumping
Rhythms of action we all anticipate;
Estimating concepts I could never
For the life of me, regurgitate.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
I don't think I'll be forgetting
any time soon at least
how you laugh and smile and joke around
and how cold you were to me
I think I'll be moping and languishing
beating myself up for retreading old ground
expecting new things to spring from a well untapped by me
I tried to stay on your good eye's side
so you could watch me watch you breathe
attempt to triangulate your essence
to duplicate your whims
to unify us
or at least to create an orbit that will
(conceivably)
carry us infinitesimally closer and closer
apart
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Win a solar powered piston operated system,
triangulate the obvious
astutely placing Northeast
facing us or for
a dollar win a dime and yes
it gets them every time.
If I bleed again, it's just
a little pain to ease the odds of
meeting you again.
I spit out blood and you say good, but
that's not the way it should be.
If I pray before Athena and ask her
has she seenya?
would she answer or just mumble words
I could not understand.
For a pound note win a donkey ride
on Blackpool's golden sands beside
the tower or put it all on the four forty five,
the gamble makes you feel alive,
it gets them every time,
I thrive on it.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Then may we
Triangulate-
I here
You there
And these odd
Angles
Give a third
Point
Four dimensional
Where collision
Becomes
(It becomes
Your lovely
Face)
Inevitable-
This the history
Unrecorded-
Unhappened
Happy union
Of opposites
Of the serpent
Swallowing
Tail
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
Triangulate on northern skies
pinned positions. Drawing lines
until the 106 meets up with the 45
On a hot night,
I might keep this smile alive
long enough to trace the alleys,
salt the streets with summer sighs
It was night time
And the sky took a bite--
drank our blood, we drained our pints
and we set the world to rights
Switched to whiskey--
same color as your eyes.
You said mine looked sad, but you told me they were nice
Now I want you to know I once had something to say
on the tip of my tongue
but it's late and I have aged.
So get walking...
And I guess I'll do the same.
Meet up in the middle, in the Fall, some other day.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Kaleidoscopic Whorled Wide Web.
Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful geometric
awesome shifting shapes hypnotizing
sight seer into a whirling ******
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
with blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spell-binding
mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering
into the azure vault – one macrocosmic
hint per the origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of
universe evolution in shrouded secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until twenty first century astro-physicists
begin unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member **** sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual *******
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal peering
into magic of kaleidoscope!
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
I could rhyme about ******* and hoes
****** money and clothes
But it's not the message I chose
Not worth the paper or prose
There's another way I suppose
To get your message to those
Who will choose to be foes
These are the questions I pose...
Haven't we all paid our bills late?
Never been at our lowest state?
Wondering what's going to be our fate?
Crying tears that devastate
Governments try to regulate
Congress try to legislate
Need satellites to triangulate
All the world's fear and hate
So everyone can finally relate
And can no longer calculate
The difference in color template
No it's never too late
To change your mind about hate
Why not just conversate
Through heart felt debate
Crying tears that elevate
No difference in color template
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
incessant dilemmas;
infinite
abstinent solutions;
Nonexistent
inserted into an age
of malevolent agenda
overflowing center stage
a non-sentient vendetta
in consensus that,
ignorance is venomous,
belligerent indefinite;
self-distruction now immanent
ominous the problematic incident;
consequence from beings omniscient
for insolence of the unintelligent
across anonymous continents
triangulate,
mimic the intricate
not so distant
instant of inseminate
fruition came to the human condition
maturation a simulation
innovation in creation
Though what comes after,
disaster,
devastation,
loss,
temptation,
last stop,
"Necropolis Station"
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC