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Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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The Glow of Angels

To think each star we see
was there but might not be.
A star when we were born
could now be dead and gone,
but even stars that die
will light eternity.

A wave forever
lights tomorrow's past,
then here and beyond,
washes in a flash
to infinity.

It touches all
but none can feel
the hint of warm
reality.

Yesterday
shines today
with angels

ever
lovely

GLOW...



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Positive Hypothesis

The most positive hypothesis is:
And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, 
Will draw all men unto me. 
John 12:32 This has been tested 
Through the years,
 And it still stands true.
Will you test the hypothesis
Or still sit around being blue?
 The positive hypothesis is John 12:32.


wrote 9-14-10


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




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The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below









Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
                                            


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A Call to Action

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love.  Explain, support, convince.  Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!


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The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


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Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All


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Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


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DISPENSATION OF THE DIVINE

Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky,
In a lush and cool garden of delight,
The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye,
Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight.
His melodious song praises the divine One,
Whose luminance descends in a beam,
Touching within the shrine bright as the sun,
Turning every thing gold as in a dream.
The Lord rests now upon His noble throne,
Calling all to climb up the stairs of stone.

There my reverie of Jesus commenced--
The glory of His office deified,
His knowledge of man’s history there dispensed,
His science of the present thither described.
Wisdom of the future was His display,
Myself humbled to receive His cachet.

Five years of learning was spent at this shrine--
Proving command of as many disciplines--
Crossing the bridge from human to Divine,
His acute knowledge of miracles begins.
Then writing for His testimonial,
Also history that brightens the wise,
With focus on the rites ceremonial,
And how theocracy does authorize.
Divine authority added to His reign,
With the King’s seal He departs the domain.


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Logic and science

Through logic and science
One can even know Allah
And understand Him


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Oh, Science

Oh science, unforgiving in its might,
Hast found its words in the mouths of many.
Stopping people, as they seem to take flight.
Halting those whose minds imagine plenty.
I ask those who hone science as an art,
Why must you crush our dreams and desires?
For we and our dreams, we never shall part.
You would not know a dream from a wire. 
As you prove to some, God does not exist.
You do not see all their hope torn to shreds.
Heads down faces low, their life gone amiss.
It’s amazing how you hold up your head. 
Science, I ask you to tread from my place,
So that I may still show dreams on my face. 


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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


Details | Personification | |

JUXTAPOSED

~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing


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Pachamama

In between deserts
Ocean there I lie
Pachamama
As  high as elimino tide
In dream in one piece

Palm heart cactuses
Tides echo  pacific  whales
Land of accasias in treasures
Pachamama fly my soul in whale

The wound grow ashes in tears
Desert to pacific gate to open forbiden
Meet Kurosho collides Oyashio
Pachama will comeback all in one piece


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----------------------- Zenith's Blizzard------------------------


Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding  Zenith  




~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan
~~~~Contest Name: SNOW
~~~~~~ABC Form  (nature)


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Ever lasting

Seek and ye shall find
But truth exists in the contrived
Concealed in the equation
There is no static explanation
Complicated theories created to define
What has always existed with or without your human mind
To perceive or try to grasp this intelligent design
We seek the architect, searching for the blueprints
But secrecy quite crucial to protect us from ourselves
You want to know, but if you know
You just signed your death sentence
Humans must have unanswered questions to explore
To solve the riddle of creation serves no purpose, will only bore
It must remain something that can't be figure out
It's mystery, not conclusions, appetite for more
Insatiable meditation, intellectual life support
Driven by curiosity to covet information
This never-ending story has no book of Revelation
We live in an expanding, infinite universe
We can't understand it, cause being mortal's a curse
Handicapped in finite, contradictory to forever
Apocalyptic scenarios are made up so we feel better
But there's really no such thing as the end of time
The universe is not subject to the doom of human kind
In fact it grows everyday like kudzu on the vine
Fear not, for you still have a great opportunity
To overcome death and reach immortality
Instead of a tombstone try leaving a legacy
And live in the minds of generations to come
They will all contemplate how you did what you done


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The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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The Mother Of All Planets

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Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


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The Theme of Redemption

The Theme of Redemption ” 23 for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, 24 being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, 25 whom God set forth as a propitiation by His blood, through faith, to demonstrate His righteousness, because in His forbearance God had passed over the sins that were previously committed,” Rom 3:23-25 NKJV The Theme of Redemption Will be the science and the song Of the redeemed throughout the ages Those to whom eternity belongs. It’s the science and the song, Even the angels hold in awe, The infinite mercy and love of Christ Our Redeemer and Intercessor. Let’s meditate upon His mission And contemplate heavenly themes. Our prayers will escalate to heaven; Touch all heavenly realms. We must study the Scriptures Each one for ourselves; Not take another’s interpretation, But make sure we do delve. The noble powers of each mind Need powers worthy of concentration, Comparing Scripture with Scripture, Seeking the Theme of Redemption. Many fail to see the beauty That lies within God’s word; The significance of redemption Is simply bound and not heard. The Theme of Redemption Will be studied for a thousand years. Angels will study with us, Such planned perfection, no arrears. To us it is a mystery And to the angels as well. It’s only in eternity This Theme of Redemption Christ will tell. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


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I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


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Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon


                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars


                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll


                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you



                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go


                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night



                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long



                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune


                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon


                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun




Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All



                                      


                                         



                                        


                                         


                                        

                                      
                                    


                                   


                                  
                     


                                        



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The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


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An unravelling of time

Time
Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012


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Autumn

<                            Aerial excursion ride
                              Using buoyant enforcment to go way up high
                              To capture natures dance with an naked eye
                              Understanding winters brushstroke is so close by
                              Making it difficult to chose one that makes me sigh
                              Naughty or nice  I'll just give thanks to Heavens Big Guy



Written By
Katherine Stella 9/2/2012

Entry For Francine Roberts
Autumn Acrostic Contest 
G.L. All


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BLOOD IVORY'S JAWS

From deep beneath, 
Murky waters flow,
Amidst currents depths
Divides.
Two eyes watch the waves,
Tides.
Primal fear grips mans basic,
Instinctual need to survive.
Hear the music echoing, 
And see the fin surfacing.
Predations unseen predator,
Glides at hells speed.
Natures gray phantom,
Feeding hungers unsatisfiable,
Carnal lust.
Perfections ultimate creation,
A killing machine, fueled by 
Poundage’s in take of flesh and 
Bone.
Camouflages deception masters,
Dwelling in hidden shallows, 
 Blacked realm.
Waiting ever aware, for deaths,
Calling, blood Ivory's crimson.
Jaws smile at unguarded preys,
Weakening moment to strike.
The hunters thus emerge,
 Leaving redresses chum field,
Behind in destruction’s wake.
Behold wreckage’s ruins, a harvest
Of humanities leavings, 
Left overs floating above.
Just when you thought it was safe,
To go back into the water?
Someone screams Shark, SHARK!!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated: SHAWN (aka shark bait)


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The House on the Hill

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
It's been my home for many years now – all my life.
Why do I fear everything and wish not to return?
They are not mean… and certainly there has been no strife,
But in looking at that light… almost feels it would burn.

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I stand among the rows of grain… and feel so much at peace.
It’s so quiet and still… feels as though time has stopped,
I can gather my thoughts to make my understanding increase,
Although work must be done, as this grain must be chopped.

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I feel so different and out of place… nothing to discuss,
As they are farmers during the day, and furniture at night.
If I leave and join the others, I know there’ll be a fuss,
And they may even call the law to capture me on sight.
  
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
Why is it so hard to decide?... I know what’s best for me,
There is still this attraction; like a moth to a flame.
But if I do return, it will be to my end… I believe,
All my unique abilities will disappear and flow down the drain.

Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I think it’s time to turn around and see my future.
We must all turn a corner and make an important decision,
As now I’m entering a new life and leaving one of agriculture,
To a realm of science and thought… so sad there’s a family division.
I shall not return… no, I shall not return to that house on the hill.


By: Greg Stanley



Details | Than-Bauk | |

I'm Not Finished With You Yet Mister

<                                           feet in the Sand
                                              stars dance Planned so
                                              take Hand my love

                                              dock of the Bay
                                              where we Lay catch
                                              moon Rays nice hues

                                              here comes the Sun
                                              new days Fun I'm
                                              not Done with you

                                                                
                                              
Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/11/2012

Entry For
Nette Onclaud's
Than Bauk 
A Twilight Contest
G.L. All                                              


Details | I do not know? | |

Corridors of silence

During the cold empty 
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


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Stay Still

<                                    rustic overtures
                           reflects mirrored images .... off
                                    motionless water


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String theory and love

Red string blue string
plays the tune of every being
fifth dimensional knowing!

Vibrating strings sing
one string two string
supersymmetry everything!

Could be just jetsam
a memory engram
is the universe just a hologram?

A mathematical probability
or quantum ambiguity
perhaps the answer for humanity.

Our finite minds aloof
understanding such a spoof
theory of everything in your proof!

We exist within your vibration
in the language of all creation
love hums in such elation!

Dancing in substrate of reality
quarks, warp speed past duality
transisting time in cosmic actuality.

One string two string
sub-atomic paring
loving her is everything!
~ ~ ~ ~


Details | I do not know? | |

The Greatness of Small

Spiders – Arachnids

From the tiny pinhead Samoan Moss spider
To the huge Tarantula with legs spreading wider
Exists a diverse and interesting creature
With many a color and many a feature
Comparing ounce by ounce with steel
A spider’s silk is much stronger and real
Made up of proteins, natures building blocks
That can absorb even the most violent shocks

Honey Bees – Apoidea

These amazing insects with incredible ability
From honey production to their communal civility
As the dance and waggle to show direction
Towards nectar and pollen for their collection
Using the sun as a reference for flight
Seeing with their eyes the ultraviolet light
Carrying their loads on electrostatic legs
Back to the hive for their larvae and eggs

Leaf Cutting Ants – Apoidea

These small busy insects with dynamic strength
That can carry a leaf five times its length
Way underground, into chambered nest
With vigor and vitality and so much zest
To lay down these leaves to feed its batch
Of harvest fungus in their garden patch
They can carry a load thirty times their weight
And build a mound that is mighty and great

Butterflies – Lepidoptera

These angelic creatures with iridescent wings
Of overlapping scales in patterns and rings
From egg to caterpillar its, first life stages
And then to chrysalis where it rests and ages
To emerge one day so transformed
So utterly beautiful, so perfectly formed
To flutter by in colorful flight
And onto a flower, there alight


Details | Acrostic | |

Alchemy (An Acrostic)

Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality


Details | Imagism | |

We cuddle up in the caramel of Botticelli springs

A humble tapestry caught the rebus of incense breeze
Hard crossing through the surrealist fullerene fig trees;
The colors abide by the season`s changeable kilt;
The buckyonions wind is absolved from all guilt
Because it abstained from voting a real change;
Now it`s ready to accede to any invisible cage.
In the marten`s leap, in the squirrel`s frozen fear,
Recollections are swimming in a single sacred tear.

I don't know what I said, I don`t know how to take
The words that may hurt each other, old mistake
Ready to haunt the white season`s forgotten things;
We cuddle up in the caramel of Botticelli springs.
Glass paradise in state of neglect, like the newest art
Spread minute pictures with spices pretty piquant,
In which only the sunflower turns its blond nape.
The pale diamond still rests in the future`s gape;

But scientist knows the finely signs that remind
The fullerene trees and the buckyonions wind
As horizon of destiny and impenetrable restriction;
Our hug seems interstellar medium UV extinction. 


Details | Narrative | |

Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


Details | Chant Royal | |

life and the giver

life and the giver

the giver has given to us the life
the art of life 
is the science 
within the mind 
to live 
acting as rationally thought
with realness, 
pureness, 
humility, 
tolerance, 
dignity, 
self-thought/awareness, 
self concept 
and being in life 

(to which at some variance and instance, all shall and must cease to effect at once) : not to just exist, for we all live to die! 

'one one cocoa fill basket' - one thing at a time.
'one hand wash the other' - each of us needs the other to live as peeple in oneness. 

opn16112012/0838

from: "the mind and the science of life" book no. 13 of 2012 
november 2012

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-and-the-giver/
onalethuso petruss ntema

opncompanies.bw@gmail.com


Details | Lyric | |

Dream Liberty -- Butterfly Effect

Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fable 666

Fable 666 

SALVATION 

The good news is THIS, Salvation has come to EARTH. 
The bad news is to some of you; it is only found in JESUS. 
There is a prevalent personal jesus in the CHURCH today 
So that people have confused the works of the spirit with Salvation, judging 
others by what they themselves of course are doing wrong even neglection of 
Christ as the cornerstone. Also there is an inflated self-important personage 
inside people, not as something special made of GOD, but as something 
fashioned not from GOD at all, but from their laws. The first thing to remember is 
the wooden thing the CROSS, how JESUS stretched his arms and gave to us his 
life, HIS DEATH is saving us. HE laid inside a TOMB of absolutely stone in a 
place no one really ever wants to go. 
Conflict comes when people live in houses and drive cars money is the plastic 
jesus ruling all their lives and hearts. 
Let me tell you Mister LAW if you have murdered to further your influence and your 
wealth you just may someday wake up in a burning HELL. For the final chapter 
written in the judgment hall of GOD is the Hell of GOD to come from judgment to 
them all the naked and the dead shall stand there and give account of everything 
they done to a JUST and living GOD. No badge upon your chest no belt with 
bullits and with guns. No one to take your place for HE is sitting on the throne 
judging everyone. The Trick if trickery there is to come is to say the namme of 
JESUS and just do it quickly for there is horror waiting in the afterlife for someone 
misinformed in LAW. Rich men seldom win the battles with the sin. Everyone 
needs JESUS. Say JESUS and come in to a Heaven made of LOVE. 
 
           
Fable 666     
 


Details | Free verse | |

Love Hurts - The Symptoms

Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.

Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?

Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?


Details | Lyric | |

Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Haiku | |

Dancing With The Stars

granite archway view
planetary shuffling 
dancing with the stars


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | I do not know? | |

Knights of Rationalism

We’re coming out of the caves
We’re moving into the Lime Light
It’s now ‘cause the time’s right
The bold and the brave
We’re here to tear down the old
We’re moving into the future
The New better suit ya
The brave and the bold

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

We’re rebuilding broken down schools
We’re building real education
Across every last nation
Your tyranny your rules
We’re climbing out of the dark
Out from your stories and fables
Now we’re turning the tables
Our freedom our ark

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

It’s time to breathe the fresh air
It’s time for no more pollution
Now we have the solution-
Drop delusion and prayer
It’s time to walk in the light
It’s time to love all the science
Show them all your defiance
You’re the Rationalist’s Knight

The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here

The age of freedom and wonder
And the church going under
So let go of your fear
The age of Reason is here


Details | I do not know? | |

The Expansion

Universal Expansion
stars are light machines
the energy created by the fuels they burn
bring forth the velocities which expand space
here in this realm, a sea of time

Maybe,
I am no scientist you see
but yes it seems:

Gravity, a point in time
it requires a relative amount of energy
to move it fast or slow
time the density of space
it's resistance determines the flow
as the stars burn the fuels that bring forth the light
who's velocity expands the unverse by pulling time
staight out of the emensly dense gravity of nothingness
that is a black hole
and the light and the holes are standing still
while time expands
into three diminsional bands
that bare record of all things within

Foils of time fly by
points sheared capture flight
creating the atoms, molecules and chains of things
even things that come alive
they are infused by the will of our father
who gives freely his spirit of life
then these things live until their time
Yes,he wants to raise up children
he wants to multiply
in our end we'll have to give an account
of what we did and why
we abuse his gift until we die
so repent while your still alive
repent or run and hide
from the grace and beauty of all creation
that magnifies and glorifies his name forever more
Oh the fear
the fear of knocking on forevers door
love children love
then love some more
so that you might learn to love
forever more
forever more
it is a great responsability
to be a child of the Lord
so love children love
love forever more
then love some more


Details | Haiku | |

Can You Picture This

blue water rushing 
down rocky cliffs - makes gorgeous 
themes for computers



Tribute To
Waterfalls


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Rhythm Of The Falls Contest
GL All


Details | Acrostic | |

Recycle

Reduce pollution
Everyday by using 
Common sense
You can recycle soda
Cans, scrap metal, paper, and many other items
Littering should cease to cause the
Earth to have more inner peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


Details | Free verse | |

An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


Details | Personification | |

the Last word of a hunter(II)

The forest might not be mine,
But in my dreams i still cross that line.
my memories cant be forgotten
as i picture animals getting rotten.
I still want to hunt with pain,
but not to dream with any blood stain.
No to hunting,taking all animals as a pet
I hold them with care without a bullet,
though I have a meal without flesh
 is like drinking water which is not fresh.
my career is no longer  to kill,
But to watch the forest from a hill
My last words as I hunt no more
As I enjoy nature by the shore.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

A Flame Once Burned

Plasma which makes flame
vanishes once heat
consumes oxygen
and sparse fuel, leaving
only cold ashes. 

The refuse lies.
Warmth and brightness
live without form, 
intangible.

Flame itself
never dies,
only waits,

patient;
set to

start.








12/3/12
Brittany Reynolds


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


Details | Haiku | |

Eco-friendly design

We should encourage
More Eco-friendly designs
Of all the buildings


Details | I do not know? | |

ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


Details | Acrostic | |

Will I See You Tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day
Outstretch your wings and fly
Milestones can be reached
Only if you beleive in thy self
Relic in the thought
Relax your mind and soul
Or it just won't happen
Will be put off and forgotten
Instead of achieving set goals
So bask under the sun
Ask for a little help from above
Never doubt  miracles from God
Or question His motives
To make things happen
Hunger will disapate
Every plate shall be filled
Rejoice and sing aloud
Dance to your hearts content
Another sunrise is coming
You're going to just love to see


Details | Haiku | |

You Light Up My Life

suns candlepowers
can surley lighten up some
darken passages



Tribute To Nature
And The Power Of The Sun


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Ascension Haiku Contest


Details | Verse | |

Law

How have I loved    your laws and decrees
and your Sun       in the dawn of the morning
the orders that govern       the universe
and their rulings       the cosmos adorning
 
So finely tuned      a precise instrument
it's crafting       can no journeyman match
construction supreme      no man has surpassed
nor it's equal       can he ever attach
 
You have hidden       their rules and movements
that a man could spend           a lifetime to seek
but the years we're given       have been shorted
and our will            to regulation is weak
 
Its decrees            are woven like fabric
on each writ      does another rely
their sequence                 framed like a template 
against its power       can no man defy
 
Its display               of symmetry  exacting
it's direction          none living can change
through its pursuit          our knowledge deepens
but it's only simile              can we arrange
 
Like flocks             are the stars conducted
as their shepherds            your laws do act 
like the canon of statues             their placement
their governing             by decrees you enact
 
No man                can act as its counselor
or rearrange           its charge and command
for all that's demonstrated            in nature
for all are subject           to what law demands
 
By their study            we learn how to measure
like a child           the paths of all law
to investigate              all time and reasons
of its operation           we can all stand in awe
 
source Psalm 19
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Verse | |

Orion A Pensee

O-ri
on - the edge of
us, we see; cannot forget
its universal gracefulness;
beauty, and sheer power


Details | Tanka | |

Space exploration

We should go to mars
And all promising planets
To explore and find
Mineral resources
In order to meet our need


Details | Haiku | |

You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


Details | Monorhyme | |

INVENTION

To sacrifice my time of fate,
inventors urging's commonplace,
the nudge ~ inviolate, but grace,
invention seems to win the race!

That stark inviting quells replace
Lord, nothing else give me to case
this being my worthwhile, my space
and ne'er refusings' stymied trace!

The idea thriving, wholeness ace
at last surviving, millions pace!
I am Invention ~ no escape
Necessities remaining . . . chase!


Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

.
The 
God
One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 
revival


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Quatrain | |

PARABLE OF ALL PARABLES

I, Oracle tool of eternal, placid in mental state. 
High-intellect mortal, dropping parables to educate. 
Special emotional properties, concepts of four elements. 
Fire; earth; wind; water, mind on matter transcendents. 

Fire akin to blood, therein lies real passion. 
Air present in yellow bile, links of wrathful emotion. 
Water manifest in phlegm, too much produce laziness. 
Earth found in black bile, associates of sadness. 

Telepathic capabilities, enhancement of perception. 
Supernatural abilities, sheer mind submission. 
Mixed cause and effect, experimental backward mask. 
Image shown to subject, tenth of a second the task. 

First picture displayed, ultrasensory perception. 
Second subliminal image, recalling jiffy forgotten. 
Utilize the enhanced, nothing but natural. 
Subconscious skill possessed, to absorb more subtle signal. 

Desire overriding reason, inner darkness of humanity. 
Nature and nurture function, sexually obsessed mentality. 
Attempts to explain marvels, visible through naked eyes. 
Ubiquitous superpower, shattering inquiring minds. 

Head and facial movements, most info' effective. 
Eminent emotions expressed, all but instinctive. 
Familial body language, few employ it consciously. 
Nonverbal communication, many exercise it subconsciously.


Details | I do not know? | |

circle in the sand

what would you believe to be true?
a sun in the sky and the color of blue?
check to see what time it is…
and is this time a true truth too?
for you?
if we’re to count what really matters
would it be the drops or the oceans of waters?
~
Maya have a cycle and they call it Long
Consisting of ‘days’ that cycle to One.
Scholars translated the related data…
Stating in dates from a dated stela
That an ‘end’ was to come
For the world as we know it.
I asked for the rest to show it.
Modern cycles of time are related
To the point, I say, of being the same.
In the beginning, it was just a game
But a truth came out the more I played.
And if this truth is really true
Then what might it mean for me and you?
If the Mayan cycle to One it just means
That the rest are too.
We’ll start with a Great date of understanding
The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending
Will complete the days count of three colors
Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000
We have the same color in the minutes it’s true…
1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue.
1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too.
And how do I know this you say?
I only know it in the English kind of way
But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see
Which makes black when the zeros are three
Too, this includes them all.
The trick was a spin in the eyes
They said ‘add’ to my surprise… and so I did
Add sum, because it’s said and is so
That once in every seventy two you know
There is the movement of One. Degree.
It was a mystery to me and something unseen
Like the physical physics of godly thing.
“Golden showers” Albert kept saying
Don’t be a coward his dare kept teasing
Could it be true his mind kept pushing
He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing…
So what can you touch in 24 miles
If you’re faster then light but stop for smiles?
A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs
7800 days are the exact same colors, and
18.7.2 000 are used the same ways
1872000 are the hours in 7800 days
Two cycles combine to show whats true
And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you
Because I’m not an ’...ist’... or a phd
But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease…

7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted…

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot.
...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;)

9100 / 20 = 455
9100 / 13 = 700

20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number…
Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us.
... see… there IS one more… and then it’s new.n
:)


Details | Rhyme | |

perhaps a balloon

i believe that balloons are free 
even tied to strings 
they rise above me 
i'm pretty sure they want the sun 
and ignore the clouds of everyone 
i might be mistaken 
perhaps not of wit 
but if there's a race to the sky 
i want to be part of it 
perhaps a balloon 
has nothing to lose 
leaving the ground behind 
the problem it seems 
when i let go the string 
it gets to fly. . . i have to climb


Details | Couplet | |

You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam





Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my head...you cant be serious.


Details | Verse | |

The Castle of Fire

Everything that grows naturally,
They have tempramental level,
Heat provides opportunity to grow,
From inner side and outer area.

When a person or a naturalthing dies,
Water vaporises and heat mixes in fire,
When a fire cools down, 
The remains left as Ashes.

But few bones remain left,
Fire has no control on them,
As a bone of scull and mouth,
More harder than a stone.

Bones remain safe in soil,
No body eats them,
Animal, Human and birds,
They have no such digestion to glut them.

Is a person can use these bones?
To protect a body from fire,
It is possible to challenge a fire,
To breakdown the castle of fire as sun.


Details | Rhyme | |

Teeny Weeny Little Star

Teeny Weeny Little Star
Now I know what you are

Why you live so high 
Up above in the sky

Why you shine in the night
Like a Diamond bright

Will come to see you soon
After I've been to  the moon

Teeny Weeny Little Star
Now I know what you are.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


Details | Acrostic | |

A Christmas Love Story

Cherish the new born king
Hark the herald and
Ring the toll bells
It's Christmas time again and
Santa is on his way as the
Tinsel is strewn and mistletoes are hung
Mama got caught once again 
Alone kissing a guy dressed in red
So I dashed to my window and through open the shutters
Looking upon the roof
Over and over again I somehow now
Vow to remain true in
Even believing in this little Christmas tale of a hymn 



Merry Christmas To All Soupers And Staff
Love Kathy And Jenny


Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Christmas Love Acrostic Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Hawking and Dawkins

The visible world 
And the Universe,
- (Little as we know of it)
Have the indefinable stamp
Of personality on them.

That is clear - even to fools.

Meanwhile in our world,
Hawking and Dawkins –
Dr. Woe and Dr. No 
Sam Harris and all the rest
Stumble about
In tiny circles 
And shout -
“We have no doubt
Physics exist and scientific method too,
The rest of it is an irrational zoo
Of superstitious nonsense!
God does not exist,
Nor do I,
It is all a dream,
Pie in the sky.”

Then Dawkins says he’s hungry
And Hawking says he’s thirsty
And Sam Harris, sitting
On the fence, smartly dressed, says:
“Chocolate fudge for me.”
Only the restaurant doesn’t exist!
No Dunkin’ Donuts
No McDonalds
No TGIFs or Ruby Tuesdays.

“We shall wait a trillion years,” concludes Dawkins,
“No, a trillion, trillion, years,” says Hawking,
“And then what?” asks Sam Harris?
“Then you will get fudge,” says Hawking, smirking.
“By the law of random numbers,
Chocolate fudge will be reconstituted
Out of atoms.”
“But, says Sam, logical to the last,
“I cannot wait 100 trillion years for my sundae!”
“In the case,” says Dawkins, “you’ll have to die.”
“Why?”
“Why? – Have you gone mad?
- You know that you can’t ask “why”, 
  It is an illegitimate question.
It’s like asking, “Why do birds fly?”
“Well, why do they?” asks Sam Harris.
“I can give you the equations,” says Hawking

Just then there is a boom, like thunder.

“What was that?” say Dawkins and Hawking.”
“Wait!” says, Sam Harris – who suddenly goes pale:
“That was God, fellas.” 
“So what is the scientific answer?” says Hawking.
Sam goes red.

“Well, actually fellows, she said: 
“Tell Hawking to answer the question why birds fly
In plain language, not by equations.”
“Here is a pot of glue Hawking,” says Dawkins.
“What for?” says Hawking.
“Because now you are stuck!” says Dawkins, 
Laughing his head off..


Details | Haiku | |

There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home


Details | Haiku | |

Your So Sweet

amidst grass carpet
bunny nibbles flowered bulb
expunges nectar





Tribute To Children


Entry For 
Carol Brown's Spring Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Holocene

There are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic


and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic


and again before too long 
your works will soon belong
to the centre of the holocene ballistic


now, the cosmos is the carpet of our soul
the galaxy, the whole of me
the milky way the holocene
the gas that tore abundance from 
the plume of natures pelt


and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic


there are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic.

©S.Watts









(c)s.watts


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


Details | Lyric | |

To Catch A Cloud

Verse 1

catch a cloud
praise out loud
time to bow
holy wow
do not sow

as I catch a cloud
catch a cloud

Verse 2

raise those hands
and praise da man
for theres a new plan
as I shout and stand
high above drifted lands

as I catch a cloud
catch a cloud

Verse 3


give me hope
to stay afloat
for I'll not mope
and just have to cope
from this heavenly boat

as I catch a cloud 
catch a cloud



Tribute To Heaven
And A Clouds Journey



















Details | Free verse | |

482 trillion miles

My eyes are not what they once were, but
I can see you clearly whooshing from
your mother's womb, sluiced between thighs
the grunts, shouts and cries reverberating

eyes closed, arms slightly waving hello 
or gesticulating indignation awakened
as life begins with cries of disbelief
already the first threshold crossed

suckled to your mother, pretty as she was
cradled into household tradition and politics
you tottered and ran and bruised and grew
your parents doting and snapping pictures

thirty trillion miles out, you tottered to a 
more formal cultivation of ideas and friends
socialization always a hard lesson for some
you had your share of failings and gold stars

then from seemingly nowhere, a smiled soul
appeared before you and kissed your disbelief
like the earlier toddlers first tentative steps
you pulled into gravity's relationship unawares

ignorance doesn't belie love's true desire
and life at the speed of light still shines
as milestones and markers come and go
and marriage's prism splits into all colors

some quarks, apparently from your joining,
burst out into their own space, unknown matters
yet clearly yours...something comes of nothing
what can you add to this creation...the creation

you split like nuclear fission's lost proton 
careened off at around two hundred and ten 
to find black holes of your own to fall into
and come out into alternate universes of life

that new alternate, smoothed around two fifty,
looked unlike the universe you knew and yet
in time you see it's the same space turned
inside out, like a T-shirt, still comfortable

four hundred trillion out you walked away tired 
and retired from all your tangent demanded
somewhere out here the Nebula Amygdala looms
glowing, clouded, radiant with conception

it seems life's friction slows light out here
thoughts travel back, though it's slow going
near the edge of my space, I turn to see you
but my eyes are not what they once were.

© Goode Guy 2011-05-28

482,047,280,601,006 to be more precise


Details | Quatrain | |

Prophecy I

The faith of mankind
Will be endured in a cosmic way
Between the stars
Many moons after a solar day

~ Leonard Napierskie


Details | Cinqku | |

I'm Looking For Something {Cinqku}

eagles
encircle
snow-capped mountains
in search of other
eagles




Tribute To 
The Bald Eagle

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's 
A Rondel Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

We Are The Fantasy

When all there is might seem a mess, 
Adrift, far out to sea
When all there is seems somehow less
Than what it ought to be
We cannot know, but we can guess
We are the fantasy.

As planets move within their spheres,
We see their harmony;
Watch birds in flight migrating steer,
In synchronicity;
We choose the truth when it appears
We are the fantasy

The faithful claim what god has made
Cannot be a mistake
And others say the whole charade
Is nothing but a fake
But somehow on the top we’re laid;
The icing on the cake

We measure microscopic things
We cannot even see
We calculate electron spins
With finest accuracy
We fly with ideas spread like wings
We are the fantasy

All that there is, our science consigns
To mass and energy
We order stars to our designs
To snare our destiny
We join the dots; we draw the lines
We are the fantasy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Steady As You Go

flow river flow
gently down the 
outcrop stream you go

trickling over cobblestones
and fallen branches
that's  been bestowed

mountain crest covered in snow
valleys and hilltops above and below
lies in solance as you boldly flow

puffs of white
seen in your passages sights
wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight

ribbed tides
sea foam disguise
for it's just you and I

so flow river flow
gently down the outcrop stream you go
for where you stop know one knows



Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Flow River Flow Contest
GL All



Also Tribute To 
Great Rivers Lakes And Streams


Details | Free verse | |

Oh thou, am I colorless?

Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As  with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.  
How pure is your heart?   Is it gold? 
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one? 
Oh thou, where does logic go?
 Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago.  Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
 Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.  
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast,  the light maybe seen from underneath  the heaviest doors,  my light ----- yes,  my light--- is like my  soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato? 
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
 
2008copyright@Carrie Love-Atkins


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


Details | Free verse | |

Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


Details | Haiku | |

' Uni-Verse...' (Haiku # 11)

   ‘ Uni-Verse ’   Haiku  # 11

        Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
     ... Gave Beginning – Birth !


Details | Rhyme | |

His Story

In a nutshell, here’s the story
Of this Guy and she who bore He
On the surface this description
Reads a lot like science fiction
When a young girl gets a visit
From a being – human isn’t
He tells her that she’s now with child
Though she’s never “Girls Gone Wild”
No, this girl with virgin bod
Hears she’ll have the son of God
And then this being finds this gent
Tells the story – gets his consent
They marry and go on this trip
The child is born, the heavens rip
The beings sing out “Peace on Earth”
And all rejoice then at this birth
The child grows up a normal kid
Doing things that all kids did
But when the kid becomes a man
He carries our his Father’s plan
He heals the sick; makes blind men see
The lame to walk; cures leprosy
Says his power’s from above
Tells them of his Father’s love
Asks them all to love their brothers
And worship God and have no others
Tells them of eternal days
If only they will change their ways
But he upsets the powers that be
They beat him; nail him to a tree
He dies; they put him in the ground
But three days later He is found
Back alive just like he said
Although he died – no longer dead
He said that this fulfilled the plan
That His Father had for man
He asked his friends to carry on
Then rose to heaven and was gone
He said he would return one day
To take us all to God His way
And all his friends then told his story
Of God’s love and His son’s glory

I fear that this, my poor depiction
Came across like science fiction
When in fact the story’s true
The Son of God came here for you
He lived; he died there on the cross
So that all life was not a loss
So sins could then all be forgiven
For all the dead or not yet livin’
He dies to unlock heaven’s gate
For all who love and give up hate
He lived and dies so we could see
The promise of eternity
And how through Him we can achieve
If we love – if we believe
That Jesus Christ – this peaceful lamb
Is one - the same - the Great I Am
That through Him we can rise above
And bask in the glory of God’s love
And all these blessings you’ll receive
If you in truth say you believe

Mdailey	5/23/11
This came to me at 3 AM - I grabbed paper and pen and started writing by the night 
light.  I was done at 4 and was then able to go back to sleep.  Hope it finds you in a 
receptive mood.



Details | Couplet | |

Wake Up Sleepy Head

Pegasus of thy night
Take me away from this eartly plight

Lay down your golden reigns
Let me climb aboard your mythical train

Stars and moon's cresant's dance
Illuminating to others who gets this chance

Gold dust sprinkles in your hair
Closed eyes for take me there

Up Up and away we go
Pegasus take it nice and slow

Lustrious valleys and sno-capped peaks
Sparkling blue waters for which I seek

Just you and me my mountain friend
Taking this journey till the very end

As I lay my head upon your shoulders
For I feel their turning so much colder

Cannot feel from my head to foot
This dust sprinkle had turn to soot

I'm decending fast and furious
Woke up from dream being more curious


Details | Epic | |

Al The Master Potter

Articulating boldness stand in the fire and heat,
the ultimate chemical reaction no one can compete.
This devine individual blows rings around the rest,
then fires them into a sensational spontaneous
and magnificent mass.
This mountain of magnitude opens the door
and look what is bestowed upon us, but the
wonder of his skillful world.


Details | Free verse | |

Rock Solid

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I begin seeing red like the blood of God
I begin then to see white like the spirit of God
I begin to see blue too was God trying to tell me something
As I open my hand the jagged rocks spoke
The first rock said You must study the word of God
The second rock spoke saying thy yeilding to the spirit of God
The third rock said keep seeking the wisdom of God
From that day forward kneeling beneath a swollen crest
The Lord is and shall forever be my only rock
                  
                   {Amen}



Entry For Constance La France's
A Magical Journey Contest
GL All


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Do you see what I see

The reason are of not mine,
like a creaking vine.
I start to whine,
because I'm separated from this day and time.
You have placed yourself up high,
like clouds drifting by.
You never look down to notice me sigh,
cause if you did you would begin to cry.
The reasons are of not mine.
In a wonderful world, I wonder why.
Holding on, but my strength is almost gone,
what day and time am I from.
Why is it so hard for me to carry on
While creeping and clinging to every thorn,
your steadily rising higher as the day gets going.
One on one, it can never be;
fore your structure is totally different from me. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Letting Thoughts Run

Letting thoughts run, fun 
happily eager to meet one another in a clash of ideas
each as unique as the last they mingle, and greet as individuals in a mind of mentality, a 
party pulling out poetry in an attempt to define definition of self, indefinite.

interesting to see thoughts of wisdom, timeless and now 
advise thoughts of hopelessness in a sea of certainty
washing up possibilities washing away concerns
cleaning the soul of poisonous thoughts with purity.

Pure is energy
Pure is light from the sun
Pure is compassion and empathy
Pure is initial
Pure is without thought

Thoughts live one at a time
Thoughts travel in a single line

You can only hold one thought at any moment
so make it a good one, a positive one
one that makes you smile

Good thoughts bring about good things
bad thoughts bring you trouble

Manifestation of thoughts into the physical.
The thought of thoughts being materialized, in a vessel
visible, tangible,
in itself shapes these very thoughts.
Creation is consciousness.

Thoughts are free until you put them on paper, or
type them, now imprisoned behind digital bars
these words will never be the same
as the moment they were created in my brain.
spontaneous words can be, here there everywhere at once
with no real connection or responsibility except to the writer writing them
and the reader.


Details | Haiku | |

I See Spots

northern spotted owl
could better serve species - than
dying in the wild








Tribute To 
The Spotted Owl


Details | I do not know? | |

Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
.
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…
..........x

.
who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

.
Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

.
whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.


Details | Haiku | |

May I Have This Dance

eye of beholder
gets optical illusion of
moon and water's dance



Tribute To Beauty


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Reflections Contest
Gl All


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )


Details | Rhyme | |

Whatever I am, I just accept


Amongst the countless grains of sand I sit and gather some in hand A moonless sky is up tonight Glittering stars with all their might The grains of sands I dare compare To the stars above to which I stare The mind assumes it comprehends Although it only makes amend Am I a figment or just a dream? Or maybe just a being supreme Do I exist and does it matter As time passes and things get darker And what is time and how do we measure A second, a minute or something bigger Can we equate our life to be? Something as simple as energy I have no answers to all there is Nor do I wish to even perceive Whatever I am, I just accept As answers remain quite inept ©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Pondering Creation- Again

Pondering Creation… Again

College and science attacked my soul.
To find out the truth became my goal.
Then, I studied the Genesis scroll.

There must be something to understand.
Two varied views parting God and man.
Upon the truth is where I will stand.

Bits of understanding came my way.
Years of pondering passed day by day.
Focused on family, thoughts did stray.

The empty nest, I began to see.
So I spent more time upon my knees.
Pondering seeds of truths I believe.

God is the Creator of the world.
His omnipotent skills, life unfurled.
In the great expanse, God, science twirled.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     January 3, 2010

Please visit 
http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded
And see what my pondering lead to…  Enjoy, Dane Ann

Please visit
http://daneann.redbubble.com/sets/83181/works
And see the paintings that helped me focus so I could write Genesis-Decoded and Bridging 
the Gap Between Science and Religion….  Enjoy, Dane Ann


Details | Ballad | |

Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side


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Money

With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most





















Details | Free verse | |

I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do



Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High


Details | I do not know? | |

Amazing Octopus

Beneath the deep blue ocean waves
In coral crevices, holes and caves
Exists a creature of the deep
There upon the rocks to creep
While through the water he jet propels
With muscles that contracts and swells

This invertebrate is soft and pliant
From smallest to the biggest giant
With bulbous head and eyes with slits
It waits and watches using wits
Anticipating its prey to grasp
And then with suction caps to clasp

With no bones to keep its form
It can change and so transform
And squeeze into the smallest spaces
Into tiny fissures and thin ledge places
With eight long arms and caps in rows
If losing one a new one grows

And when afraid or to confuse
They squirt out ink a flawless ruse
Or change their color with special cells
Intent on using magic spells
Their blood is colored blue not red
They have two eyes upon their head 

Inside their gills and body parts
They have three beating, blood filled hearts
Their intelligence is far superior
To other fish, that are inferior
They have good memories, both long and short
And can learn new tricks if they’re taught

A shark it can so easily kill
By holding it so very still
With camouflage it can achieve
A form and shape that can deceive
They have an excellent sense of touch
The Devilfish its other name
An octopus, yet just the same


Details | Quatrain | |

Higgs

the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning 

photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated

bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think

what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment

let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse

add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive

you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going

© Goode Guy 2012-07-05

* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson#.22God_particle.22

http://www.npr.org/2012/07/04/156248281/new-subatomic-particle-may-be-physics-missing-link  
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Higgs 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CERN


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ALL LEGENDS ARE MADE BY DREAMS

Is there a purpose for struggling,
enduring trails that could be been avoided?
What motivates an individual to surpass
any conceivable limit...to build a concept?


A normal person has less cares than a genius;
no passion for art or interest in science,
so aimless is that existence...
resembling a shadow passing. 


A philosopher once said that
legends are made by dreams,
by each stage as they are woven,
but their inner voices are as faint 
and distant as raging waterfalls
descending steeply, to splash in rivers below;
and to hear them, you must get closer enough,
until their loud sound can deafen 
the ears and astonish the eyes...
Oh, I have contemplated them in sheer surprise!


Nobody ever sees a thinker's curved back
posing on the water-splashed, cracked rock;
if civilization has betrayed his idealistic thoughts,
accusing him of insanity and prejudice...
how can dark minds be lucid enough to discern
what he sees in images of true perfection?
And he will be another outcast detested by society...
for having demonstrated a superior mentality?


Go to the highest hill, amid the rugged mountains of the South,
and find him in the same spot meditating
over a glorious view that the very learned once admired;
go and comfort him with a friendly hand-shake,
and amply confirm that his action wasn't a mistake,
but a challenge and a cause worth-taking!
And his testimony, that all legends are made by dreams,
is found in his prophetic and exquisite writings.



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Scientific way of canal digging

The governments should adopt scientific way 
Of canal digging with an eye to 
Solve flood problem, mitigate irrigation crisis
And open up new avenue of fishery.

At first the area where flood water overflow
From the rivers should be pointed out
And nearby barren lands should be identified
Then maps of the required canals can be drawn.

Subsequently the canals should be dug up
From the last points of maps
Which will end at near the mouth of the canals
Then with the aim of joining the canals
With the rivers dynamite should be blasted off.

The government will compensate the people
Whose lands will be acquired for the project. 
 
In this way 
The government will be able to give its people
A great relief and satisfaction.


Details | Lyric | |

Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere


Details | Free verse | |

Bee's

{bee's}

the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty

{bee's}

Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives

{bee's}

so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }





Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever


Details | Free verse | |

Entanglement

From here to the edge of everything,
From there back to an unknowable beginning,
All things are in intimate contact.
No island isolate,
Though the sea be infinite.

Superimposed, we ride the light
Stretching through the gulfs all around
We touch and move one another
Caught up in the swarming particle dance.
Self extends to other Selves
Aloneness made illusion in the end.

The lines of lives and loves entwine,
Reshaping the past, rebirthing the future.
We pass through one another
Coming out of nowhere
Going towards nowhere
Yet always together in a strange Everpresent
Drawn into one another's wakes,
Themselves a part of the floor of fields that makes the Now
In all directions,
Sometimes, by design of chance,
Two living forces will entangle;
Once done, they live the Unity,
And they are One, even if the whole breadth of the Universe
Should come to stand between.

When entanglement is welcomed,
Isn't that what love is?
When the sum exceeds its parts,
Isn't that what love is?
When two are born to share time,
To shape it to the perfection of their balance,
Isn't that what love is?
When one can't tell where one leaves off
And another begins,
And both find that the way things were meant to be,
Isn't that what love is?

     And if it is,
     Then perhaps, some moment in some eternity,
     When all the forces have entangled properly,
     Love will be everything, everywhere
     And the Ineffable that has patiently waited for this
     Will smile itself to sleep
     To begin a new and brighter dream.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blessed Is He Who Walks Not In The Council Of The Ungodly

Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their
 "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
 
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton
2008

  




Details | Rictameter | |

Doubters

Science
Is the art of
Terminating man’s faith
Scientists are those who fear faith
Fearing the believing in the unseen
Security through all their facts
They cannot live with hope
Don’t know true love
Science


Details | Haiku | |

Cough It Up

deep in the valley
cumulus congestus skies
coughing up a storm



Also Entry For 
Raul Moreno's 
Inspiration In Haiku Contest


Details | Couplet | |

Daisy Mae

My name is daisy
And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy

Yellow is my domain
Don't it want to drive you just a little insane

I am a world traveler
Dressed in many coated furs

I love to lounge by valleys and creeks
Even mountain tops at their highest peaks

Don't mind my matted hair
May be parted but its still has golden flare

Been stepped on one to many times
But I bounce back every time

Members of family had heads chopped off
By farmers who want to lower their crops

I love to play splish splash with the rain
Makes my fragrance drive one insane


I can even tell  if you like butter
By holding me under chin like there's no other


So stop by and just pluck me up
For I just want to be somebody's butter cup


Details | Rhyme | |

Habitation

Precious the creation of each blade of grass
with wanton destruction how long can they last
like showers carried on the cycles of wind
knowledge is traded for gold in the end
 
every molecule that exists is part of the whole
without his consciousness mans without soul
the threads of life display unequaled beauty
to protect and preserve is more than a duty
 
Guardians entrusted with care of the earth
a failure of many to see what thats worth
the voice of our actions how we are living
that is the testimony whose service we're giving
 
Twas Love that gave our fathers birth
that wove the filaments of our earth
who laid the circuits of our skies
with knowledge made his children wise
 
With careful thought designed where we would live
the precious abode that to your children give
nearly infinite the habitations given to explore
a desire within for learning so very much more
 
Flowers so deep in the desert blooms
small decorations in so numerous rooms
opulently have you adorned our planet
many are those who think you have not planned it
 
With fire and ice welded the universe
the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts
mankind has named them like their gods
false stories that each millenia frauds
 
each pattern contains the steps of a dance
to intricate to have arrived merely by chance
attempt we to trace the flash of beginning
seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending
 
offered you have days of pleasure endless
infinite life and resurrection of those we miss
the very creation and its distribution of wealth
bountiful resources and with perfect health
 
how could I not before your promise kneel
when you have offered our beings to heal
where imperfection is turned into grace
and all of our offenses you will efface
 
before your people I will you extol
the first and the last who gives us control
I rest my soul in the course you have set
because my happiness you will never forget 
 
sources psalm , prophets and the gospels

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller


Details | Imagism | |

' Whence Day Touches Night ... ' ( Metaphysical Poem # 5 )

‘ Whence  Day  Touches  Night … ’ ( Metaphysical Poem  # 5 ) 


Does Not Day … Touch Night
At One Instance of Time ? …
When Setting Sun … On The Horizon
Draped in Robust Pinks and Orange-Golden Capes
of Flowing Attire … Gently Retires
from Stage … and Engage, One, Last, Glowing Smile …
which Close 'Act One' and Cause … Applause
from Rows, Upon Rows
of Verdant Mounds, and then Bows
Half-to-Sacred-Ground … Half-to-Sanctioned-Crowds

… So, The Day Withdraws, with what We Saw
in Theatrical-Display … Threw One Last, Soft-Kissed-Sunray
in a Humble Gesture … of Divesture …

… and then God Be Praised! … Day doth’ Raised
It’s Fingers of Fire … to Admire the Purple Haze
And Indigo Hues … like Oncoming,  Enveloping, Opaque Pews …
a Prelude to Darkened Glory … as Black as a Pitch Curtain – Oratory 
and Us … as Observatory – Standing-Ovations
Spectators, to this Tapestry of Mastery

… Relieved Only by Moon-Cast-Light
and Thespian Star-Rings Bright …
Upstaging  The Day, and All It’s Props For Height
 Which had Performed With All It’s Might …

So, that We Remember … in Our Low-Sky-Sight
Whence One Instance of Time … Day Touched Night …


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Let's Duke It Out

I was born in nineteen sixty nine
just off the block and in my prime
now let me introduce you to 
some pertty good friends of mine

Let's start with my uncle Jesse
to me he looks like he's ninety nine
but I love to watch him when he
takes nips from his moonshine 

Here's my owners Bo and Luke 
cousins of a kind just hanging out
with Daisy who looks 
so sweet and so darn fine

But There's some other folks
that just don't like our kind
its those sheriff folks thats
watching the hazzard county line

Starting with their fearless leader Boss Hogg
Who's radioing all the frigging time to
Cooter and Davenport And to that rascal
Rosco P Coltrane who he cannot find

Now my life is such sweet devine
when your jumping in and out of my windows 
while running from those sheriffs from Georgia County line
in my general lee waving a confederate flag thats in it's prime
Honking my horn to a dixie tune of same kind



Tribute To The Dukes Of Hazzard LOL


Also Entry For
Christopher Higgin's 
Get Your Rebel On!


Tho This Poem Is Not About A Person 
Changing My Life But The Time Era Did
And Something About That Show Changed Me
About Opening Your Heart And Home To All


Details | Free verse | |

No God

If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid 
and spell out a creation song

I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus

Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself

burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.

POOF!


Dean Walker


Details | Rhyme | |

Thanks, Neils Bohr

Neils Bohr came up with a simple way,
To picture an atom. Now I’m glad to say,
Thank you for the atom’s planetary model.
To me in my learning the basics of chemistry.
This model made a heap of sense to me.
It helped me to learn a concept that’s quite complex.
Bohr, I must say that you’re one of the best.
Thanks Neils, Thanks Bohr,
Thanks some more.

Now when I think of an atom,
I think of the ringed-planet Saturn.
Thanks to you Bohr oh so dearly.
Now because of your theory,
I’m able to vision an atom in my brain clearly,
With much precision.

Thanks Bohr, for your brain’s mechanism
To make sensationally scientific decisions.
Great job, for your work you received 
The physics Nobel Prize in 1922.
I would not have made good grades
In physics and chemistry,
If it were not for you.
Thanks to you Bohr,
Chemistry is a subject that I adore.
Thanks Neils, Thanks Bohr,
Thanks some more.



wrote 1-29-10


Details | Quatrain | |

appallation

"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth
but always, in all ways, their memory cherished

Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth
also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling
as guilt and horror were revealed through proof
let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling

when timetables are allowed to tip the scale 
without regard to even more profound losses
we could learn to let probable facts prevail 
and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is

foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling

© Goode Guy 2012-02-07

* pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/06/146490064/remembering-roger-boisjoly-he-tried-to-stop-shuttle-challenger-launch?ps=cprs
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=146490064&m=146483712
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster


Details | Free verse | |

One: Glory

Wounded on my knees, I pray let the spirits guide my way let the light shine on the path let the true story, be told as that let me be your equal, to vanquish the evil that invades our holy cosmic plane sometimes I feel I do all in vain Enlil, show me who you are I wear your symbol close to my heart I believe intentions, are kept as pure for I live with, but never in fear fear for the lost, and for the dying I'm not all good, but at least I'm trying to walk as a vessel, into the night and in your honor, I'll hone my foresight For insight, is not always inward mind muscle strong, but just a beginner's always will I follow my heart I stand tall and firm, and I shall not hinder they once called me father nature because their eyes could see my art of creation.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Meaning Of Life

The meaning of life in the simplest of explanations, is to be of value to its existence. 
Creating a sense of worth with who or what we love, Which breeds a sense of gratitude, 
Which breeds a sense of happiness, Which breeds an understanding of The Meaning of Life…


Details | Free verse | |

anhilation

if my desperation
make its steps
reclaims in surging matter
drop itself in black hole
walk in anhilating step
recharge itself  reborn
From the black hole.


Details | Free verse | |

Judgement At Last

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Judgement At Last 

Judgement At Last 

He staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief; but was strong in faith, 
giving glory to God; And being fully persuaded that, what he had promised, he 
was able also to perform. He staggered indeed at the task when at hand he 
dropped the wooden thing then used another man to emphasize the difficulty that 
he faced and to pronounce forgiveness of race the Symone Cyrenne was a black 
ebon man and he came from a different land and caste the cross upon his back 
and carried the thing for HIS Jesus at least for the last half of mile to the hill 
where they nailed up my LORD and fulfill all the scriptures and promises 
prophecies filled Judgement at last not on us but on him who loves us best the 
color of skin upon Symone Cyrenne was the same as the color of my Jesus own 
face. Judgement at last. 
 
           
 
 
 Judgement At Last     
 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Comet

The comet streaks
Across a moonlit sky
Through the cumulus clouds
It catches your eye

Unsure of where it's been
Unsure of where it will go
It's only caught in a fleeting moment
As the clouds let loose their snow

Anything can happen
On a moonlit winter night
The power of nature's majesty
Can make everything feel all right


Details | Acrostic | |

Secular Moon

Secrecy of the brilliance upon the night so broad,
Everyone looks though each does not see your secret.
Circular reflection splendidly gifted from God.
Universe surrounding where you bravely sit.
Looking at the different shapes, you display.
Amazes those who truly see beyond simplicity,
Realms of possibilities you appear hidden in day.

Moonlight spreads upon the all in infinity.
Only those who choose to look deeply will see.
Only those with imagination will be guided by thee.
Now that your name has been ordained, you are free.


Details | Free verse | |

H2O to H2

Theoretically clean fuel
Can be produced from natural water
For example the chemical reactions are  

H2O+CO2 = H2+O2+CO
H2O+CO = H2+CO2

There will be a wind sucking machine
With filter to collect CO2
From the atmosphere

Its net output will be
H2, O2 and CO2

Thus the amount of CO2
Will remain unchanged
In the atmosphere

What we can dream we can achieve
Humans are here to win and live


Details | Free verse | |

Wishy Washy { Poetry In Motion}

                                            the moon crossed 
                                       the Northern Lights floats
                                                  as the stars 
                                            crashed into the sea


Details | Free verse | |

Learning Sabbath

 Learning Sabbath 
Learning Sabbath 
 
 
Some people have much silver and they count it in the box some people have 
there dollars cut in half and have too much some people have no money but 
have a better half some people have a life even if its just inside them or there 
wife even iff she is so far away on Sabbath Day. 
Eye walked and gathered food and let the food place fallow lie on sabbath day. 
Eye walked and begged no money on the sabbath day eye walked and carried 
food away on almost every sabbath day but if eye want to tell the truth and never 
lie then eye must say there had to be at least a sabbath day eye kept sometime 
no judgement come to me as eye am not professing law to keep but lawgiver 
come on sabbath day so sweet at end of life to come eye have the only one the 
last one eye must keep and not be late it's Heaven found above no fable of a pie 
in sky no fable but the truth no fable of a someday world but one of solid youth the 
strength of elder the hope on GOD the wonder of a life changed into a life of 
wonder and of old turned into young Saturday will come.


Details | Sonnet | |

Swirled

I put up the barriers and molded the Great White Stone.
I searched all written doctrines that embodied my light.
It was a remarkable journey let me tell you of my flight.
I even went through DNA of every strand of every bone.
 
I matched all the genetic linage to kind energies ingrown.
It was like an open door after door where all turns bright.
The misplacement that followed is truly way out of sight.
Seeing it all made me search my truth and I wasn’t alone.
 
I felt like I am the only one.
There was just me to believe.
There was too much undone.
More than humans conceive.
 
This was an origin unknown and not of this world.
This is timeless intelligence appropriately swirled.


Details | I do not know? | |

Vanity

I need my hair just right
I need my socks to match each other
I need mascara to be on point
I need foundation to hide who I am
When does it stop
How do you know
at what point and time do you lose yourself
All this covering up
I've learned to be what people want
But what do I really want myself
V.A.N.I.T.Y
   
 Somethings change with just a little touch
   Yet somethings never change
       you can't mask a girls insecurities up
         She still feels them everyday
         No matter what her outside appearance says
           and the more she feels INVINCIBLE
               the more she feels AFRAID
                   V.A.N.I.T.Y
        
             There's no hair color to pretty 
               you can be pretty naturally
               I love my hair straight like chinese people
               that's why I use a 300 dollar flat iron 
                and I love handbags of the expensive varity
                 I put on a show each day for everyone 
                   But inside i'm alone 
                    and no one really knows
                  
                          V.A.N.I.T.Y

                I close my eyes and wish I could disappear
                           from this moment in time
                          escape our 21st century
                         where they teach us to judge by what we see
                          So i'm vain because of society 
                             I have to look pleasing to the eye? 
                               Is it my fault I'm vain?
                                 Or is it our problem in disguise? 
                                        
                                  V.A.N.I.T.Y 


Details | Free verse | |

Quiz Clue #4

This is the final clue,
Before I tell you,
Which I will by tomorrow,
And end your puzzle sorrow,
Though I hope someone
does pass this test,
And be smug with all
the rest


Details | Didactic | |

Acts of God

Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time
Has ever railed any accusation
Against God with reason or with its rhyme
For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation
In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt
Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt

With the prince of the power of the air
Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif
Of the kings and rulers everywhere,
Orchestrating casualties and grief,
Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath
In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath,

For he was cut down; falling to the ground
He drew the third of the stars of Heaven
With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound
Within his chaos until day seven
When God had made good that void with form and
On the day before gave man its command.

Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle
To steal the crown to be god of this world,
But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal;
So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled
At those who have no law and make no pledge,
At overcomers gaurded with a hedge;

The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force,
But God only good, is without the blame
When Father tells Mother to take this course;
Since the gods follow evil to the flame,
The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed,
And God is the One most often blasphemed.


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earth treading stars PART TWO

THEY SAY WHAT THEY MAY
EARTH TREADING STARS,
FOR THEY ENVY ME
AS EVERY LIVING CREATURE CAPABLE OF LOVE
CAN SEE.
I HAVE IN MY HOLD AN ANGEL
THAT SIMPLY FELL FROM THE SKY
AND BIRTHED A HUMAN IN EVERY EYE.
I HAVE A MASTERPEICE
MADE FROM GODS SCULPTURED TOUCH
AND ONE WHOM IS PRAISED VERY MUCH.
EARTH TREADING STARS,
I PLEASURE WHAT I HAVE,
MY SACRED TREASURE.
LEAVE NOT THIS WORLD
FOR YOU HOLD MY HEART
FROM MY CHEST APART.
MAY IT KEEP IN YOUR GRASPS TO THE END DAYS FAR.
MY EARTH TREADING STARS!


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Opposites

So many things
Are running through my head 
Conversations we have had
All the things we've said

I know it might be crazy
But over these few days
I'm beginning to crush on you
And I don't know what to say

My stomach starts to jump
My heart begins to race
It's hard to catch my breath
When ever I see your face

We seem like we're such opposites
But we're very much the same
With everything that we've been through
And who we both became


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Double Rainbow

The hard rain tap danced;
Quickly finishing the song,
Winds parted the clouds.

The bright setting sun
Painted a double rainbow
Conjoined by blue mist.

Its water colors
So vivid seemed tangible
Piercing through sky dust.

Amber rays mirrored
The bow in opposition
Foreshadowing night.

Yet, the very ends 
Of the arc I saw touched earth.
...felt I could find gold.


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Chaos ( This new science is a science of poetry )

Chaos  ( This new science is a science of poetry )
 
A straight line spirals all things formed spirally around patterns of creations universal
principal painted pallet of spirals Perception presents a limited solid the object
individualized by imprints of the total is spiraled Chaos individualized perfection total
chaos universal order chaos balance of discord and rhythm never once repeating the
synergetic pattern

“Harmony”

Chaos law creating and creation chaotic order The point at which awareness enters pivots
at the onset of turbulence awareness turbulence touch of mind the finger of God the
movement moment point of issue and center in a spiral The pattern repeated  galactic shape
spins spirals DNA to fractal forms in a spiral all a product to produce of individual and
individualized perfection !!


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Luna Eclispe

Day is my time
That is when I shine
Night is not my glory
When its dark that is not my story

But this night was different
On this night awe struck and reverend
The moon was full and nearly touching earth
Shining on the turf

Slowly crept the earth
Blocking the sun's worth
Slowly your full glory
Drew me into your story

I saw God in you
How his design was beyond words
No way to express
Those few moments seeing God


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WAGES OF SIN

Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.

Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,

These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.


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past

Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history

for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife

when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain

for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground

for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass


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Mass of domini

Here’s my chores
duty become burden
unless glued as necessary

Skills to handle outer injection
broken balance reclaims future 
lit in beam to disclose
one tiny matter all applause

Named it many as disclosed
left to right, up to down
like duck as quarks
runs in human body

Partition so many 
how matter differs in cell
Short circuit I have

Sour future -Domini-


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This Bud's For You

                                                          amidst garden floor
                                                        the honeybee gets busy
                                                            pollinating buds










Gotta Like A Good Buzz LOL


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BlackandEbonMan

 BlackandEbonMan 
BlackandEbonMan 
 
This Poem is taken from my Jesus Central Course Jesus 101. 
 
If you were Mark, writing a short report to demonstrate to a Roman audience that 
Jesus (a Jewish man) was "the Son of God", what would you include in that 
report? This is Charlax speaking as iff eye am MARK talking to the gentle reader 
true: 

"We watched as JESUS was crucified he walked with that TREE on his back and 
fell dropping it unable to go on in apparent defeat he fell to one knee he was so 
strong he was never completely down we thought it was disgrace but there 
seems to be a reason now the SYMON one of CYRENE a black ebon man was 
found standing in the crowd a broad nose and back the cross was lifted up and 
placed upon the negro back to make the forgiveness of us all complete and color 
no barrier to GOD 

This is for my black friend at the University Blue and Read for yew. 



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You can gain

When son was young,
His father was old,
When his father was young,
His father was old.

They all were child,
They all were young,
They all were old,
Everyone has a warning gold.

Don’t do that do only this,
This is a success that is pests.
Everyone have a chance,
Get it don’t miss.

If you want to gain,
Only attention is a main,
Don’t create burden,
Only use other’s brain.

Secure yourself and keep other’s busy,
It is hard task it is not so easy.
You will be a good master,
If you are active not lazy. 


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The Tail End Of Eternity

the borders of space and time,
or so a physicist would claim,
don't at all exist-
everything is all the same-
every point you can imagine,
is the center of it all
and time is classed as
a mere measurement of
movement in this non-existent space....

well, maybe that's true,
I wouldn't know, but it
sounds counter-intuitive to me
I guess I don't have their wisdom
and so I'll never see
how everywhere is the same
and yesterday is as possible
to reoccur, than a brand new day

if I took 10 times ten times ten again,
and squared it all again....
and multiplied this mighty number
by ten more tens and another ten
and each one was a reason
why the universe is the way it is....
I would need more than eternity
to try to figure out this quiz

so I will look no further now
than my next breath, or
maybe my next step,
for if I live ten years longer
than eternity I still will be inept

to figure the riddle of life, and
of Gods, and races of other
living things,
but if he wants me to travel,
I pray he gives me wings
Though I will never be 
of such great worth
to travel in the heavens,
but only here on earth



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Juxtaposition

Science is such bad faith.

Are we to believe that the cosmos, the earth, our very bodies
	Consist of particles as insentient and cold as the glacial mass of Jupiter?
That ordinary thoughts and strokes of genius emerge equally
	From random firings of neural synapses?
That the origins of noble ideals, or loyalty, or commitment
	Reside in arbitrary molecular motions?
That friendship, love, or hate appear ex nihilo, the products
	Of unfeeling chains of subatomic collusions?

Science is such bad faith.

The seemingly senseless swirlings of unseen particles are but
	Corporeal manifestations of a higher calling,
Material resonances of the spirit,
	Soul of the cosmos, the earth, the body.
Does not a glance between lovers set in motion
	The symphony of a trillion trillion molecules?
Does not the seeing of the pulchritudinous palette of a sunset
	Ignite synchronous activities in remote regions of the brain?
Do not joy, sadness, or pleasure govern a host
	Of chemical permutations?

Science is such bad faith.

Who knows?
Perhaps molecules are communities of beings wrapped
	In passionate embrace.
Perhaps even electrons sing and weep
	And make love.


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A Taurean's Nature

When His dreams becomes visible by word expressions, then He's going to 
become Po @ It( poetic), but when His dreams becomes a reality then he is 
considered Rich @ It!!!