Extreme[ly] Puzzling
Ensconced amid a disarray,
five thousand puzzle pieces spread,
Hot summer holiday in play,
waves penetrate in infrared.
Cross-legged on the lino floor,
rapt gaze and scrabbling fingertips,
Vivaldi's gelid 'Winter' score
and ice cubes cool the mind and lips.
Uncoupled marble columns roam,
pale architraves and arches swim,
Panini's ‘Views of Modern Rome'
accretes fragmentally in rim.
Full stretch, piece misapplied, retried
in equipoise on hand and knee,
Old gathering instincts satisfied,
inherited proclivity.
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On Saturn's Moon
If viewed in black and white, it could be Earth,
with river deltas, shores and sculpted rock.
But sands in endless dunes round half its girth,
are ever- frozen grains of ice which flock,
enslaved by Saturn's tidal-driven winds.
Revealed in filtered amber twilight haze,
the similarity to Earth rescinds.
Volcanic slushy ice spreads tar-film glaze,
to coat ice landscapes; ranges, plains and dust.
And methane clouds replenish methane lakes,
reflecting skies which glow like vapoured rust.
Up high, a prebiotic cocktail shakes,
as sunlight strafes an elemental mix
and smog drifts down past rainbows infrared.
Our dying sun in future will transfix
the Earth with bloodshot eye; prognosis- dead.
But creeping warmth is outer planet's boon.
Ammonia and water oceans form.
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Aware
Plants discern wavelengths blue to infrared,
taste or smell dissolved or vapoured potions,
respond through altered growth, passive motion,
signal root to root or airborne spread.
Plants can't escape, so have no need to thread
bodies with pain or conscious commotion,
or squander resources on emotions.
If a thing's rooted, then what use is dread?
Increasing complexity may embed
future robots with the seeds of notions.
The nature of a robot's devotion
would be an unknowable watershed.
Aspects of consciousness may lie beyond
the computational, yet remain sound.
Theorems of incompleteness correspond,
or the ‘rhomb', ‘kite, ‘dart' tilings Penrose found.
A quantum gravitational bond
might coalesce a thought to solid ground.
This is of no consequence, don't be conned.
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Perverse Poem
................................................. ...........The
diversity in imagination, while fully awake, is but a fractional
inverse of the degree of freedom available to the dreamer. Sadly this
adversely impinges on aspects of creativity. Reason is our
reimbursement for the loss. An ideal state, is to hover magically
immersed in semi-dream, directing the show, yet still believing. But
transverse strictures of habit cast a net by day and bind me to
nursery rhyme simplicity in poetry. Of course, far
worse than dullness would be madness. Yet, there exists between
obverse and reverse maybe, a place where wild plots spring
unrehearsed. Dallying here, my goal would be to
traverse strange terrains with brevity, since the
converse of pedantry is pith. But I'm
submersed in wishful thinking. Time to
purse petulant lips then, and spit
subversive wit knit grit- stop!
Curse this rhyme-riddled mind.
Coerce fixed neurons
averse to change.
Disperse with
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Ode to a Vampire Squid
Oh relic, from a wayward deep sea branch
The octopi and squid have passed you by
Kaleidoscopic cousins who perchance
Have left you sinking, reticent and shy
Cool eyes are saucered opals, milky hued
A powder blue afloat in talc soft skin
A death slow pulse evokes hypnotic mood
Diaphanous slit gills draw water in
A dark intruder looming, swift and lithe
Flip inside out, concealed in fluted purse
With jellied cirri, white on black, you writhe
From tips, blue neon fusillade disperse
Intruder lunges, misses, glides away
Unpeel, dilate your luminescent cape
Unfolded, fine twinned filaments sashay
As lucent ribbon cast from membrane drape
At this great depth, free oxygen is scant
Yet you, blue-blooded master of the glean
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Ballade: Bedrock
Laurasia and Gondwana pressed,
volcanic vents disgorged Earth's brew
and from the shallow sea a crest
of ragged, blackened islands grew.
Below the waves the sea's floor slew
and swallowed layers of ashy grist.
The mantle forged the mineral stew,
recrystallized Manhattan schist.
Green copper, gold capped, self-possessed,
crowned heads aloof in pallid blue.
Steel chests, attired in natty vests
attending street and avenue.
Art deco, choice of parvenu-
brass, nickel, chrome, aluminum twist.
Foundations; granite, concrete glue
recrystallized Manhattan schist.
September Central Park is dressed
in greens; oak, maple, elm and yew.
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Patisserie
'Caramel slice please and
coconut cookie with
takeaway mocha and
I'll try chai latte..er..
make them both skinnies, we're
meant to be dieting'.
Conical croquenbouche
passes majestically
drawing appreciative
sighs for it's artistry.
Senior regulars
meeting for coffee say
'You make them Diane, you
know how we like them and
Bet has a muffin and
Dot wants a lamington'.
Rubenesque customer
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Fibonacci Rabbits
Fibonacci travelled wide
to learn from Arab scholars wise,
Number tricks and how beside
to guess a rabbit warren's size.
1202 he wrote his view
that if you start with just one pair,
Month's end doubles that to two,
the parents and twin babies fair.
Babies take a month to grow
but parents still on loving spree,
Extra siblings now in tow,
at end of month, the numbers three.
First born twins are now mature
and into mating overdrive,
Adults four, and none demure,
by end of month the pairs are five.
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Formation
Katabatic winds scarce ruffle
the Emperor's resolute feathers.
An Antarctic winter shuffle
bands brooding fathers together.
Enfolded eggs, warmed by sanguine hearts
are balanced on icy clawed feet.
Penguins on the outer are ramparts
for the huddle's collective heat.
Waves ripple through close knit ranks.
Shrill rasping vibrato calls
rally the circulating flanks;
windward edge to lee, stoic walls.
Blizzards strafe lines weakened by fast.
Such unstinting paternal care
and dogged duty may be classed
a basic urge, but is this fair?
Effort requires monumental will.
Emperors who lack such are riven.
Labelled as love or instinct, still
either way, Life is hard driven.
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Angiosperms
The dinosaurs of early Cretaceous
flashed color, pattern, sheen....yet
conifers, cycads and ferns layered
green on green on green....until
some nonconforming cone
with aspects shrunk or overblown,
‘bloomed' as something hitherto unknown,
an audacious rudimentary flower.
But this little mutant
was a portent of power.
Newfangled capacious leaves
packed more water-pumping veins.
Trees fed scented fruits and flowers
from sweet self-composting potpourris.
Ancestral figs, magnolias, planes,
coevolving birds, tiny mammals, bees,
all entangled in mutual gain.
Think the dinosaurs rapacious?
the flowering plants rampaged hellacious.
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