Ciphered Poetry

Days, A	I B	Hold C	Afar D	Tonight E
Strays, A	Watched F	Cold C	From G	Sight E
Stealing H	Life, I	Embalming J	Room— K	Ever L
Reeling— H	Seemed M	Calming— J	Simple, N	Clever, L
Binding O	Her P	Remnants Q	So R	Weak S
Finding O	Lit T	Commandments Q	Upon U	Doublespeak S
Starred V	Eyes W	Guide X	Her Y	Cause Z
Guarded V	With AA	Pride X	Then AB	Pause Z
And AC	She AD	Said AE	Each AF	Sign AG
Firsthand, AC	As AH	Unfed AE	Loneliness AI	Aligned AG
CODED MESSAGE
B I AH As	F Watched AD She	P Her T Lit	G From AF Each	D Afar K Room
I Life AA With	M Seemed W Eyes	R So U Upon	N Simple Y Her	AB Then, AI Loneliness

Days, I hold afar tonight

strays, watched cold from sight

Stealing life, embalming room—ever

reeling—seemed calming—simple, clever,

Binding her remnants so weak,

finding lit commandments upon doublespeak,

Starred eyes guide her cause,

guarded with pride then pause,

And she said each sign

firsthand, as unfed loneliness aligned

Deciphered verse:

I watched her from afar

as she lit each room

Life seemed so simple then,

with eyes upon her loneliness

Ok, so I thought I did something a bit different a few weeks back, but lost my notes as to what the directions were, confused myself a bit, so held off on posting.  Found them today, so decided to post it.

The poem utilizes a mathematical, cipher type approach for building a poem.  In the large grid, you'll notice each box has a rhyme scheme listed, which indicates where rhymes occur and so forth.

Their are two poems created here, but, to be fair, you kind of have to keep the hidden poem in mind while creating the original one.  

The original poem will be entered into the spaces in the grid, making sure the rhyme schemes fit.  Then, the columns that do not rhyme are extracted, and thus, become a poem of their own.

Hopefully this explanation, and the poem itself, in grid and then broken down to how both original and hidden poem look taken out of the grid are adequate enough to understanding how this puzzle type of poem works.

Number of the Beast (Heart/Spirit/Art)

It's another Tuesday, and we all know what that means?  Yep, it's Open Link Night over at  D'Verse, stop on by for some amazing  artistry by all the great poets that submit their work.  And while you're there, share  one of your own.  It's a great time for anyone who likes to write or read poetry.

Moonstones rubbed for inspiration

Platonic solids textures make

As ideation coincides

With the golden section of                               your mind

Creator

Intellect

Soul

One

Two

Three

Silence escapes a nervous void

With a mesmerizing tonal gaze,

Each vowel bends in me,

An enshrinement of consonancy

Before the hallowed harp doth play

I’m hearing sounds of primacy,  

 Voicing visions debasing me, of all I believed I knew.

It’s as if she’d been granted a gifted tongue—

To speak the words of Malachim

Four

Five

Six

Shifting shapes of angles blend to form

As matter, elements and bodies mix

As conversation eclipses time

Mudras vast beset my eyes

As winter nears

For the first in many years

It does appear

That Demeter, before her trip

Made preparations for

Nourishment

7, 8, 9

The universe and its qualities,

The constituents of the world

Knowing what I do know now

The Decad is the first number to need a second part

Ten.  Fingers-Thumbs.

…and so spins the wheel

When you’re near

I feel the meaning of

All the gifts of touch

Provided by

 Tetraktys

With love.

Glyph

Patternista                                       Stylized

Always                         A                 Palettes of

Angling                                            Architecture

For Design                  Will                Rise

Tics                                                Accentuate

Of Speech                    And              The shades

Reflecting                                        Of charcoal

Gapless                        A                 Tint

Solemnity                                        Solace

Opens to                      Ward            Welcomes

The arms                                         Silencing

Of Peace                      To                 View

Poster Art

Arranged in Collaboration

A master and apprentice

Stirring light

Your Eyes

Your spirit

My eyes

My face

Bewitched

Bothered

And Betrothed

To every specie

Of wonderment

Within such a frame

Skin connects,

In conjecture,

A conjunction

Of space in time

The static charge

Lit

And the dancing

Emptiness;

Tibia to Torso

Fibula to Jaw,

That wasteland of promise

Alive at last.

A prism

A gaze

A crystalline

Grasp at time

Broken

Yet unashamed

A chalice

Filled with sorrow

We drank so very slow

Dry containment

Virtue stained

Plaster of

My wilderness

Cast aside

As

Echoic        Thoughts Singe Spatial Design