dark noise
close your eyes
listen
the cool breeze is
whispering
the gloaming fades into night
as crickets chirp in harmony with traffic dinned crescendo
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
femme fatale
she twirls loose
strands
of hair ‘round her
fingertip
an absentminded idiosyncrasy that mesmerizes
unwitting onlookers, deadly, as a spider spinning its web
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
Today I am using an extended version of the pi sequence…3.14159265359 because, frankly, I felt like ranting. And because a John 3:16 billboard smacked me between the eyes (not literally) on my way in to work and I’m just tired of self-righteous religious people trying to convert everyone while doing victory dances around their golden “cow”, justifying the lies and hate that have bolstered their “heaven on earth” masterplan to-do list…I’m ranting again. Sorry…here’s the poem…
no thanks…really
i don’t need
saving
by your god of
hate
who uses children as collateral
who raises up monsters, who steals from the poor
i don’t
need a god who would side
with prideful, power hungry idolators
thanks, but no
thanks, i think i’ll be
fine, minding my own business, trying to be kind
~kat
fear not death
I have loved
magic, hours
that die
like a breath…
fear not death
with delight
feast on beauty
shed a tear
~kat
A Found/Blackout Poem inspired by this lovely poem by Robert Bridges at 100.Best-Poems.net.
I have loved flowers that fade
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower!.
I have loved airs that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit’s desire,
Then die, and are nowhere
My song be like an air!
Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom;
Fear not a flowery death,
Dread not an airy tomb!
Fly with delight, fly hence!
‘Twas thine love’s tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear.
pay no mind
it’s not the
bellowing
of vain bloviators that
we
should be paying attention to
in the din is truth they’re trying to hide
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
like mercury colliding... 