Category: Poetry

perfects, primes, and planets

a simple poem with a significant end
get the result, and perhaps you’re a friend
so riddle me this, riddle me that,
use pen and paper and your best thinking cap…

let’s start you off, here’s one for the money
in chinese it’s death, unlucky but funny

the seventh fibonacci should be easy to see
but if that’s too hard then take two to the three

now keep the dwarf in the orbital loop,
give me a count of our planetary group

a champion of numbers, a winner of sort,
when one has won and they’re top of their sport

then something to fathom, the star is divine
or give me a width of a vitruvian kind

now how bout a gimme, a favorite of mine
this one’s the one only even prime

and last but not least, i hope you’re awake
the first perfect is this keplerian snowflake

now put them together, from bottom to top
a day in my life – big thanks, mom and pop!

forgetfulness is funny

i remember i was here
in this place at some time
the faces look familiar
though the memory i can’t find

i rummage through my brain
i think i’m getting near
and something sounds familiar
but the picture isn’t clear

did we exchange some words?
was i laughing at the time?
and now i stand confused,
rather chuckling at my mind

well i guess i’ll give it up
and move on to something new
forgetfulness is funny
so thank you, déjà vu

Image: “Colorful Cobwebs” (via the Kazuya Akimoto Art Museum)

find a voice

find a voice that makes you loud
for those refusing to hear
a voice that binds the friends you find
with those that aren’t quite so dear

find a voice that makes you proud
to shout out the feelings within
a voice that’s strong and never wrong
expression is always a win

find a voice that sets the tone
for those that walk by your side
a voice that carries a friend in need
or a stranger who’s trying to hide

find a voice that makes you known
to those not wanting to learn
the echoes will carry, the thoughts will remain
a flame that forever will burn

skipping stones with souls

i did not think i would make it that far.
3 years, 7 months, and 12 days exact
i slugged the sea you where mindlessly bathe
and trudged the land you so carelessly step.

my voyage enduring, but mind at ease,
i longed for new life – something different? perhaps.
with shell in high gear i trekked the slopes,
when stuck to a rock i never lost hope.

but here you come, you stupid beast of man
thinking i’m small and a crumb of your earth,
a pebble perhaps? i’ll skip him to sea!
wave me goodbye with no thought for my soul.

just a snail i am? well, yes i may be,
but i’m coming back, in three years you’ll see!

perfect chances

your eyes arouse and your heart evokes
the feeling of something dear,
the reason i know is solely because
this feeling i also fear.
as the sun at dusk and breeze tonight
mean nothing for tomorrow,
the love you may flood in my hollow heart
could likely lead to sorrow.
do i take the leap and trust the love
will it prove its worth today?
or do i turn around and say no more
just to keep the odds at bay?
but chances come for so many few
the likes of those that cant see,
chances of sorrow, for promise of love
are perfect chances for me.

basil chili chicken rice

sometimes when i eat lunch
i ponder, what to add
is it bland? nah
but is it weak? yes!

i add red stuff to my meal
it is hot. not too much!
the aroma of pepper seed
the salt, tingles the tongue

mmm i blow on the top
to cool the rice and chicken
basil leaves, more please
a flavor, as it is in heaven

then down go the onion bulbs
and carrot tangled in egg
many thanks to the chef
a delightful lunch, indeed