Saturday, January 26, 2013

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.









No comments:

Post a Comment