Old hands counted fingers to define,
That the hours in a day chime twice twelve,
That the months in a year toll what the old hands told.
Twelve apostles, tribes and days of Christmas do unfold
Twelve jurors decide, the twelfth is the hanged man card,
12 inches make a foot, 12 notes in an octave for a song do abide.
12 eggs in a dozen, 12 faces on two dies, does craps decide.
On 12 lunar cycles and 12 months in a year, does the seasons reside.
The annual elliptic zodiac journey passes through 12 constellations.
So it's so true, that so much of how we count and conceive,
Our universe, fate, course and the passage through time,
Depends on how our ancestors counted with their fingers.
Whence are sonnets sung, full-throated and deep,
with bars of dulcet bliss sweetly echoing;
how inspired rhymes, so happily tuned, make thee weep
within thine innermost, and lofty, being?
Such work of genius the divine inspires,
so purely expressed are those lines profound,
that through the ages light Avalon's sacred pyre,
and lift the lover's heart to realms heaven-bound.
But what Muse's audience can godlings know,
tap powers bane, and forces pro-elliptic;
or with mind, bolts of inspired lightning throw,
work miracles through prophets hypo-manic?
These strange, rare, bizarre, but beautiful minds,
are lightning loosed from superhuman kinds!
white veil over head
chocolate feathers full fledged ---
benedictine nun?
karambit knife beak
dissected longan fruit eyes ---
elliptic airplane?
scavenger for prey
dead and alive you enslave ---
fancy in bird form?
22 September 2022
Planet with blue azure as the color
Orbits are elliptic and distant from the solar
Satellite here larger than the dwarfs is Triton moon
Equinox occurs after four score years soon
Inkling of diamond rain is seen which is quite quaint
Dominated with ice as sun rays are unduly faint
Over here is the great dark spot which is too odd
Neptune is the planet named after the Sea God
I'm Leaving (eventually)
I'm going to leave the planet
never coming back
wave you all a quick goodbye
as I vanish into black
Traverse the great elliptic
skipping the asteroid belt
on past the rings of Saturn before
you'll even know I'd left
Uranus, Neptune, Kuiper belt
ignoring Pluto as I fly
on through the icy-bound Ort cloud
waving at Voyager as I cry
Among the constellations
sail my spaceship unafraid
with my spaceman headphones
listening to your whinging fade
And when at last, there's silence
not the smallest peep
time will stop my mind grow quiet
I might finally sleep
But if I woke in my bed
and that was all a dream
I'd be awfully sad, disappointed
in the very extreme
Give me something round
Edges to life should be circular
Beware of the elliptic mystery
Rotate your marbles frequently
Give me something spherical
Two hemispheres in harmony
Held together with super glue
Solid to the core and spiraling
Give me something not Michigan
(Round objects are illegal in Michigan)
Balls and clocks are criminal offenses
Cops eat holes but not the donuts
Give me something curled up
Cylindrical in its composition
Rotund but not too obtusely cute
Circumferences should not be too cute
Give me something more articulated
Orbicular to orbiculated would be great
An object that orbits about itself and others
Held in both hands hollowed out loud
Give me something, anything with a shape
As long as it is not cube or rectangular
Squares and lines are grave mistakes
God forgives that which is angular
Give me something other than zeros
There must be light at the end of the tunnel
Ovals become more circular over time
Edges become less... once questioned
Give me moons surrounded by planets
Give me bald women who look ridiculous
We love them anyway from the bottom up
And the universe they came in on
elliptic orbit ~
giant mass of rock and ice
a dirty snowball ~
Marvellous elliptic magic Moon
Tears of honey served on silver spoon
Morning cold enough to crack a stone
My love will be here soon
Jupiter ascending to his throne
Indifferent, untouchable, alone
Deis Pater, Lord of light and sky
The bird of love has flown
And it will be a long while till we lie,
Limbs entangled under gravid sky
The Spheres conduct a melancholy air
Lament for she and I
The weight of light impossible to bear
Ice and fire refracted in the air
Our souls entwined like vines about the moon
We sing her silver tune
Here's a little teaser I pose. A simple answer will do!
When two lines are juxtaposed,
it must be supposed, they are apposed,
so never meet face to face.
But when contiguous lines cross,
will it cause chaos, if they come across
each other in the vastness of space?
And should two circles collide,
does one go inside, or do they decide
they both should become elliptic?
What if two squares intersect?
Should we suspect, as we’d expect,
they’d end as a cryptic statistic?
Though rhetorical questions these,
would someone please ease, my unease,
and answer the questions I pose?
For when my mind’s in this phase,
it’s naught but a haze - a veritable maze,
so it's best I return to prose!
Rhymer. March 3rd, 2017
(Well I only asked! )
Like the Sun
a trolley car
Is bound to the tracks
Like the Sun
A trolley car
follows an elliptical path
Like sunflowers
People need the Sun
For life
The Sun journeys on the dark side of things
And the people have no choice but to follow
But I do not follow exactly
I am like a satellite
I am the Moon
And follow my own path
But also the Sun
When the Sun
Like HORUS-RA
Enters the underbelly of the Earth
I as the Moon
Follows too
But on my own path
I as the Moon
I am HECATE-ISIS
Break through the dark side
And through a separate portal
That the Sun does not follow
I as the Moon
Can see the Sun
In the distance
on the right hand of ascension
But we journey
Together as One through the dark side
The Sun in alignment with the Moon
The Moon in alignment with the Sun
But we journey
Together as One through the dark side
Of the Universal Galactic Elliptic Plan
But we journey
Together as One
Like a trolley car in a deep tunnel
With passengers from multicolored aspects
On our destination to a beautiful morning Spring horizon
Summer solstice
As Sun appeared to stand still in the sky
hence a Latin term solstice arised,
Summer sweltered till to fierce heat's wilt,
came closer to sun, earth with elliptic tilt,
Be it reason to season's conquest,
Summer solstice brought renewal and good harvest,
Fascination marked by the Stonehenge,
and Ireland's prehistoric newgrange,
Guru purnima, international surfing day or music day
Washington celebrates Fremont solstice parade,
Arctic circle sees sun on horizon during midnight,
as places north see sun 24 hours shining bright.
Written June 3rd, 2016
For contest by Shadow Hamilton
Now entered for "Second chance" poetry contest by Nayda
Slate sea swirls
a breath of air.
Quiet illusion
not so rare.
Electric charge
hair stands straight.
My heart and pulse
palpitate.
Kayak rocks
though not a storm.
A silent ship
elliptic form.
Hovers right above
my scalp.
Terror froze
my call for help.
Paddle slips
beneath the boat.
Nothing left
to help me float.
Horror now
my only friend.
How can this fate
be my end?
Shoreline seems
a million miles.
Solitude and peace
just smile.
Entity
envelopes me.
Light departs
dank darkness breathes...
Piercing screel
hurts my brain.
Shuddering
fowl vomit rains.
Heat tears through
my lower limbs.
Blood pools 'round
fills to the rim.
Consciousness
falls through my knees.
Wracked with pain
I cannot breathe.
Snare begins
to tighten round
both my wrists
without a sound.
Now is gone
the fight for life.
Only love
keeps shining bright.
Body broken
heart has stopped.
Mother's voice
A lollipop.
Sweet bird song
now fills the air.
Smell of roses
everywhere.
Friends surround
my smiling face.
Be on guard,
oh human race !
The Oort Cloud Cometh
A few million years from now if we are here
Comets by the thousands will appear
Sent by cosmic forces originated from out there
Science says the Oort cloud is to blame
Some odd unseen entity called Nemeses is also named
A planet or black sun gone rogue
Gone wrong along the way
In elongated odd elliptic orbit
A distant anomaly around our sun will form
Mysteriously align at Oort cloud and collide
In a moment of eccentricity by chance
It hurls millions of object free in our direction
Without detection, meteors and comets head for Earth
Catastrophe is sure to follow if not deflected
I hope we find defense by then
If not, since we are already dead, long before this event
Why the pretense? Why pretend?
What would it mean in any case
If the Earth should shatter
It will only move our graves to outer space
With other matter
Declaration of Conception:
(Books are life)
Syringe of knowledge
Injected into my vein
Before birth
In the womb
After death
In the tomb.
Page after page
Read into memory
Of adventure,
Of emotion
Of history
Of devotion.
Some cryptic
A few are elliptic
Tis an affliction
Cannot be stopped
Literary addiction
A high not topped.
Any concept dabblers’ Magnum Opus
A. Green
Slicing thoughts, destiny
timeness of present, trying to watch
inside. The inverted question. Mask
removed.
Your own progeny spying on you,
disowning the moon bears. Beyond
truth was a huge wall. Ensnarement.
Whispers silenced.
A vast void. Interpretation of disguised
Voilence. Hostilities in elliptic orbit. Moon
slaughtered. Death was quick, spurting
the blood. Smearing the intelligence.
Paper weight. Surface tension. Shrinking
supreme. Parthenogenesis. Breaking
the square. Ending of scrolls. Cosmic
disorder. What brains were thinking?
Long speeches. Verbatim fuel. Nubile
bombers. Circus of mediocre legends.
Failed epidurals. History is squinting.
Select values are outworn. I am watching
a very red sunset.
SATISH VERMA
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