Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
Newer massive oaks
filled with summer cicadas
give no sign of death.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a haiku traditionalist. Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) is sometimes credited with coining the term “haiku” as a stand-alone poetic form.
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Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
As nightfall withdraws,
a waning smile from the Moon
still remains a smile.
Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
It spills not a drop—
the waving lespedeza—
of the clear dew, ah.
Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694) was a noted haiku writer. William Elford Leach (1790-1936) was an English Romantic biologist who named “lespedeza”, as well as many other plants, etc., using anagrammatic foundations.
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Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
Airconditioning
needs to replace a five-year
outdoor fan motor.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial haiku writer.
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Rome
by Aedile Cwerbus
Rome stands squarely in history’s firmest annals,
like a giant stone structure, massive on a hill;
Rome stands there on strong foundations with grand panels,
the representation of an enormous will,
defiant facade in colossal construction,
imposing, e’en beneath centuries of dust, still.
Yes, Rome still stands firm in purpose, firm in function,
even long after the western quest of empire
left Rome’s powerful destiny in destruction.
Oh, yes, Rome stands, the symbol of a human fire
recorded in rock, manuscript, and manual,
forever a reminder of human desire.
Aedile Cwerbus (not Cerebus) is a poet of Ancient Rome. Presently, Rome has a population of around 2,700,000.
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Dare, Pan, There
by Uwe Carl Diebes
Behold, his vision, Rilke’s, from the passing of his bars,
had grown so weary, that it could no more be held—O, Ars.
To him, there seemed to be ten-thousand rods, and then, behind
those rods there were more worlds left to pace beyond his mind.
The smallest circle was Prague’s Austro-Hungarían rules,
a mighty power paralyzed in military schools;
then Munich, Germany, to Lou Andreas-Salomé,
and thence to Russia at the end o’ th’ Nineteenth Century.
There were so many places, Venice, Italy, and France,
Tolstoi, Rodin, and Clara—matrimonial romance—
but at the end, sweet Switzerland, was where he came to stay
and down into the sanitorium his heart did lay.
Uwe Carl Diebes is a poet of Germany.
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The Primes
by Euclidrew Base
“This looks like some esoteric thing that maybe math nerds would like…”
—James Maynard
Their density accompanies a smooth log’rithmic curve—
the atoms of arithmetic—prime numbers—Gauss observed.
That destiny, by Riemann, found that there were gaps between
the count of primes and that prediction theretofore unseen.
And so he thought the zeroes of non-trivials maintained,
within his zeta function in the complex number plane,
lay on a single vertical with real part equal to
exactly one-half, and weren’t random. This was something new.
If true, it meant prime numbers are not randomly construed,
but are constrained by underlying orders none have proved.
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. Carl Friedrich Gauss (1777-1855) and Bernard Riemann (1826-1866) were Romantic German mathematicians. James Maynard is a NewMillennial English mathematician.
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Abraham de Moivre
by Euclidrew Base
“Who made the spider parallels design,
Sure as Demoivre, without rule or line?”
—Alexander Pope An Essay on Man
After the revocation of th’ Edict of Nantes,
Abraham de Moivre traveled to and settled
in England. As chance would have it, or circumstance,
or plan, he happened to be tutoring at the
house of th’ Earl of Devonshire when Newton was there,
with a copy of the Principia he held.
He took the book and studied it. He’d even tear
pages out so he could study it between lessons,
eventually mastering its hard matter.
Years later when people would ask Newton questions,
Newton would say, “Go to Mr. De Moivre,” and he’d
add, “he knows these things better than I do.”
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. Abraham de Moivre (1667-1754) was a French Enlightenment mathematician who mastered the Principia of famous scientist and mathematician, Isaac Newton (1643-1727). Alexander Pope (1688-1744) was a NeoClassical English poet.
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Coda for Coleridge
by Basil Drew Eceu
He dove deep into the white light
of the full round pearl shining bright
in the eternal blue of night,
because he desired his vision
would be refined with precision,
crystal clear and sharply defined.
He was obsessed with the outline
of reality seen under
the clash of lightning and thunder;
for it was there, yes, it was there,
where he could see, feel, and find fair
fire, frost, between the frozen lake
and forest damasked in ice flake,
performing, unhelped by any
wind, its secret ministry.
Basil Drew Eceu is a poet of British Romantic literature.
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Sorry to Barge in Like This
R. Lee Ubicwedas
Three plastic flowers rest in a red vase.
A silver rocket enters outer space.
Lovers dangle their feet in a fountain.
Hawks fly to the top of a mountain.
An undercover spy opens a latch.
Thousands of fans witness a soccer match.
Drivers form patterns with cars on the streets.
Tellers tear up old, moldy bank receipts.
Campers roast marshmallows over a fire.
An insurance agent has found a buyer.
A doctor treats a football player’s toe.
Stars discuss sex on a late-night talk show.
Police book a suspect for armed robbery.
Someone makes a killing at the lottery.
Customers order steaks from a menu.
A plot against some government falls through.
A lawyer defends a teen who was raped.
A determined prisoner has escaped.
Trillions of events occur one after
another amidst sorrow and laughter.
R. Lee Ubicwedas is a poet of Ubiquity.
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A Brave Bard
by Bard Eucewelis
Pearl “skipped irreverently from one grave to another.”
—Nathaniel Hawthorne, “The Scarlet Letter”
You definitely must be a brave bard
to go tripping through the poets’ graveyard,
reading words of various skeletons
and extracting from their bones, gelatins.
Sometimes what’s uncovered is more than worth
the trouble it takes to dig up the earth.
We mark the graves with monuments and posts,
but it is only we who are the ghosts.
Bard Eucewelis is a poet of green spaces and thorns. Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) was a noted American Romantic proset.
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An Early Mowing, Circa Six O’ Clock
by Caleb Wuri Seed
He went out for an early mowing, circa six o’clock.
He got his key and battery and mower off the block.
He heard the cooing of the early morning doves, and then
it came, the big rain drops, plop-plop, plop-plop, again, again.
But he had set the whole thing up, so he proceeded on
to start the predetermined plan, to trim that bit of lawn.
He did it quickly with no reticence, if with no sense,
and shortly he was done with mowing and its recompence.
But just as ‘bruptly as the rain began, the downpour came,
and he was “safe” and warm inside, content to make his claim.
Caleb Wuri Seed is a poet of lawn care.
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A Glimpse
by Ubs Idwal Reece
The traffic in the Seattle twilight
flows in wide rivers of scarlet and white;
thousands and thousands and thousands of cars,
twinkling and sparkling and shining like stars.
Ubs Idwal Reece is a poet of the Pacific Northwest. Seattle is a city of around 780,000.
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This Lost Civilization
by Urbawel Cidese
What will they look for when they stir about digging up this
our civilization? What of all this will be remembered?
our high-rise, skyscrapered walls? or our jet aeroplanes?
our many ranging abodes? or our different difficult codes?
our boulevards of automobiles? or our flashy billboards?
What will they be the most in awe of? that which we’ve attempted,
or that which we have invented, that which we have added,
or what we’ve demolished? What will they want recovered most?
What will they think of all the trash they find beneath the ash?
What will they call this age of planning, building, breaking…smash?
Urbawel Cidese is a poet of urban spaces.
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