Numbers that sing a joyful day Together love and dance and sway, Multiply in happy time Always increasing gifts of mine. The fractions taste like lemon grass; And integers with flavour last. Real numbers are a good red wine Drank from a golden columbine. The liquorice of angular roots Drawn out in Pythagorean soot; Or complex ones imaginary Like oysters taken from the sea, The matrices form up in lines And dance with melody sublime And Hamiltonians parade And spin and weave in yonder glade. But do be careful, don't divide Lest ground you walk upon subside; Discover where your faith is laid May suddenly become unmade. For though these numbers be our friends In recklessness their blessing spend And what we've gained becomes our cost 'Til we regret all that we've lost. © G.Burns 13-Jun-2012
Category Archives: Poets
Chaos
The edge of fractal pattern
And the sand within the glass;
The scratch upon the surface
Transformation comes to pass.
The dust within a cold sky,
New creation there is born
To blanket earth in whiteness
As a greeting to the morn.
The wings of tiny insect
Beating from a distant shore
Provoking stormy purchase,
Such power cannot be ignored.
The rays so gently beaming
From a clear and open sky
Until you’re given purpose
And despite this you ask why.
The movement of the airstream
In formation of the cloud
To centre on the target
Then engage enormous sound.
Observer hidden, distant
Looking on your quantum foam
Excluded from awareness
As you’re sitting in your home.
© G.Burns 9-Jun-2012
Smoke
Morning smoke
Flowing as a river
Flowing up the hill
Raising hands of silver
To the golden sky;
Opening deep channels
Rolling,
Boiling,
Churning,
Turning;
Hiding trees
And Hugging hills.
Flowing to the south
In plumes of silver white,
Homage to the morning chill;
Beneath the peaks
Behind the hill
And flows until
It drifts away.
© G.Burns 22-May-2012
Aliterative P
Panic attacks
Puzzle paramedics who
Prescribe pharmaceutic
Preparations from phials as
Panacea purchased from
Practicing physicians for
Performing post operative
Procedures.
Philharmonic pieces
Planed by players
Picked during practice
Played piano on piccillo
Placed particularly appropos
Prior to polenaise
Passages programmed from
Previous performance.
Punks park
Powerful Pontiacs
Perfectly pending
Prosecution of pranks.
Pugnatious in perspicuity.
Police prepare placements for
Prevention of
Pugilism.
Pleasurable poets
Performing perilous
Personification in
Political perception
Pairing placement of
Perfect pitch with
Possibilities of
Paradise.
Pineapple pieces,
Paw paw and pear
Poured over palm oil
Preserved perfectly
In purple punch bowls.
Procured previously by
Platinum card
Purchase
Pixies in pink
Performing pirrouettes;
Pointed pinkies
Placed particularly
Prancing, playing;
Pleasurable to
Perception and praise of
Parents.
© G.Burns 2-Jun-2012
Iris
Flying into your eye of Deepest blue. Does it hurt As I pass the cloudy white And enter into your iris? What sights I see below! Your gathered garb With pleated edge. Your ruffles and Your ribbons; The satin sheen Of your shoes With the water They've infused. I return Filled with visions Which I've seen And land upon a seam Within your heart. © G.Burns 30-May-2012
From the farm
Smells from the farm
Hung about him
As he entered,
Replete with stories
Of the day and all
Distasters that befell.
Each one punctuated
By the most cherubic grin,
Smile cast in heavens forge
About blond curly ringlets
As he stood, a force of nature
In our home.
Blue overalls and boots
Declaring his intention
For hard work, but now
In our lounge room
He relaxed
At home with friends.
We laughed about the day
And the breakdown of the tractor
The car that become bogged
In his dad’s old muddy field;
And laughed a little after
That he came to us like that
Completely there at home.
To come and visit us,
Regardless of his state,
In companionship with friends
To enjoy a well earned rest
At the ending of his day.
© G. Burns 27-05-2012
Flying
Air
Breathing
Circulation
Dynamic movement
Envelope of airflow
Friction reduced to nought
Generation of lightness and lift
Horizons opening to eternity
Inspirational and aspiring
Joined to the heavens
Kingly perspective
Leaping lightly
Majestic
New
Openness
Perspective
Quota of delight
Range of view extended
Symmetry of all space and time
Turbulence annulled
Undercarriage open
View descending
Wheels spin
Xerus runs
Yaw cease
Zoom
© G. Burns 21-May-2012
Hyperbole
We raised it well with kindness
Catered for its many needs;
Held it closely in our arms
And carefully did feed.
It started as an infant
Nurtured ’til it grew so strong
Placed in a good enclosure
So that nothing could go wrong.
At times we would release it
And it curled about our feet
Forever choose forgive it
If it sat upon our seat.
Then back into encloure
There reside in happy state
When leaving time’s upon us
We depart both good and late.
Tomorrow is a new day,
Quickly little friend return.
Waiting for us patiently,
Such friendship we’d not spurn.
Huddling near to idle
Rubbing closely at the door
Hoping we would feed it soon
Sweet little metaphor.
© G. Burns 15-May-2012
Winter
Winter stretches cool fingers of embrace
As sensual chill shivers deep within,
Her movement calm and full of wanton grace
Ensures cold feelings penetrate the skin.
For though her moment’s not yet come to pass
And autumn’s warmth rests meekly on the land
She knows her time will surely come at last
And grasped within we all come to her hand.
For cruel and unforgiving is her way
So desperately we ward her from our hearth;
Seductive and remorseless she will stay
Her dowry brought us scarcity and dearth.
By intervention order comes the spring
And hope the summer’s memory he brings.
© G. Burns 10-Apr-2012
Murmuration
Water surrounds them,
Collected,
Gathered,
Searching.
Tongue pokes out;
Smiles for the camera.
Still photographs;
Hole in trousers;
Woollen hats
Protect from cold.
“I think I saw something!
Was that an animal?”
Canoes resting
By the water;
“Look up there!”
They head towards the shore.
“Let’s go!”
And then the sky explodes
Above their heads
A storm erupts.
Ribbon of black
A living cloud bank,
Curling, waving, shaking,
Moving back and forward,
Twisting, spinning, turning,
Forming patterns
To shape the wind.
Come together, dive apart
Tangling the sky
To draw the eye.
Feathers beating
Droplets forming
Diving, storming
Flying, soaring
Screaming overhead!
Murmuration!
© G. Burns 24-Apr-2012