Eight Poems

I am trying to choose five to submit to Dash for publication, and three to Dash for a contest.

Single Digit

Single digits one through nine,

woven through this life of mine,

Arabic numbers from the ages,

follow me through various stages.

A digitized world was not forseen,

the ones and zeros and numbers between,

unending Eternity,  with a twist,

points and moments that do not exist.

Time is stolen by a bandit

as we’re funneled to an exit.

Years behind become the culprit

when  years ahead are a single digit.

On the horizon looms a summit.

When less than ten is the limit,

we begin to see the exit                                                                                                                                   
and prepare for spirit transit                                                                                            

   

   Eyeless

Arriving Blind,

Hearing only my own thoughts,

Feeling nothing,

Sightless eyes,

Blindfolded,

Eyeless.

Departing to freedom,

Hearing the sweet sound of Surrender,

Feeling feelings,

Seeing,

And accepting reality,

I-less.

   Brevity

       by Bill Hines

 My project today,

the boss assigned,

  is maliciously,

 toward insanity 

    designed.

To recount the whole course

  of man's progress,               

  the best of computers

    cannot

       process.                           

 For mapping the course

     of man’s evolution,

the most powerful computer

          has no

         solution.

Infinite data-

we cannot conceive,

  yet to simplify,

    for clarity,

 is to deceive.

            Dispel

With God as my witness,

I cast aside the old body,

Dispel                 the illusion of humanity,

                         holomovement.

                     the

                  transcend

               And

            Dispel          imaginary Light and Darkness,

         Distance, spelling, sight and speed,

       Sound or thought, truth or free,                                                                                                    Just to be,      absolute,      reality.                                                   
 

                                                                 
    

         Page

Oh, beautiful page,

Oh, beautiful blank page before me,

What a gift from God you are!

Because in you lies all creativity and creation.

That you would allow this humble servant to ascend to that vision,

Is a rare gift indeed.

For the luring colors of the beckoning palatial throne,

In descending incandescence,

Make me not alone,

Unveil the value of the gift of sight,

And lift our souls and spirits,                                                                                                      Above the vast ignorance of night.                                                                                                               

        This One

        There is unity. 

          There is null.                                                                                                                                                                                       

 That’s All there is.

       Every point is either unity or null,

         which is the only differentiation                                                                                                                                               between two adjacent points in space,

          since the area of a point is zero.

                                                 Therefore,

                          the only thing that exists,

                                           does not exist,

                                   except as potential.

                       All points

       considered together

            make a universe.

    The number of points

                       is infinite.

    To understand the universe

                and everything in it,

  you only have to understand

                         this one thing:

Infinity.

     SLING

Flashing mane,

Slicing pain,

Grates across my liver.

Thrashing mane,

Teasing game,

Sucks inverse gasps

Out of my river.

          Kaleidoscope

I watch the colored rays of light

Appearing now brighter than bright,

Rainbows exude from illusory rays,

Created by eyes in so many ways.

Prism colors and Brownian white light,

Dance in my brain in rain at night,

Circles and rays vibrate like jello,

Entertaining my vision as God says hello.

Daydream Weaver (fun poem)

Daydream Weaver

The Great Deceiver

 Had to take a breather,

When a basket of reefer,

Caused a deeper leisure,

A teaser, a pleaser,

A grand mal seizure,

Sent the teacher seeking

A sleeker leader,

A sweeter cheater,

An eager lotus eater,

A dream weaver and a daydream believer.

Beaver Cleaver had a fever;

Wally was a wide receiver,

A speedster on Easter, Caesar,

A real bleacher squeaker,

A bird feeder and a pleasure seeker,

A bee keeper procedure;

An antique-er and a mine sweeper,

Disbeliever brow-beater,

Fleeter greeter, centimeter,

Fire-eater, margarita,

A daydream weaver and a dream believer.

List of genre

Included in this blog, so far, are the following genre:

Short short story
Long short story (or short novella)
Short one act play
Poem
Song lyrics
Essay
Article
Prayer
Quote
Video

Cello Singing

             Cello Singing

Sing lonely cello as if only to me,

Sing of freedom, cause I want to be free.

Sing of bliss and magic that do abound,

And tell me where those things can be found.

I hear a cello in the darkness. 

It is singing to me. 

In low and lonely voices, out of darkness, it says,

"I want to be free.  Can you hear me?

  Hear me.  Hear me."

  

The light reflects an answer that shines upon the sound,

"Yes I hear.  I am near.  Can you see me?

   See me.  See me."

Where sound and light intersect, an interface profound,

But a word does not exist that will describe “light-sound”,

Blended bliss sensations and magic all around, 

That call out to me,   "I hear.  I see. 

    Feel me.  Feel me."

Sound follows sight; it’s an unfair race,

One, really slow, the other sets the pace,

One will not travel through outer space,

One can't be prevented from leaving this place,

  I feel.  I hear.  I see.

   Wait for me.  Wait for me.