Alan Turing,
in history you were securing
the place that you would be taking
by vital and ingenious code breaking.
Minister in England, professor of philosophy, Alan Watts
elusive and mystical storyteller connected all ephemeral dots
Pre-eminent interpreter of Eastern thought and religion
Yells “exactly!” as I dose off, awaking me, irks just a smidgen
You meet lots of people up there,
The Mater Hospital,
Bobby told me.
Bobby is my friend,
His hospital companion said
As he , Alan,
Left before him, Bobby,
Returning home
I'll pray for you,
He said too,
A Christian,
Bobby
Reported,
You meet all kinds of people up there
And he meant of course,
Boys and girls,
Men and women,
Doctors and nurses,
But he meant also
Rangers fans,
And protestants,
And Alan
Was
One of them,
A Christian too, to boot.
And over time,
Weeks of illness,
They chatted Wendy
And
I ndiaiadh an omlan,
Became friends
Bobby is my friend,
Alan said,
And Bobby was pleased.
Bobby, you see Alan,
Prays for you too
Not in a
Kneel -down -and -pray -before -God
Kinda thing
He plays much better Alan
He tells people
How
You promised
To pray for him
That
Is Bobby's prayer
And
Its a fantastic way to pray,
Isn't it just.
Mary found a dinosaur egg
in her closet
The stork was the latest victim
Of rye bread and corned beef we speak
dancing in the everglades
A pale moon worshiped the morning sky
Trauma aboard the toy boat in the bathtub
incestuous conversation in the lobby
Golden pianos warm up the soup
Flying ninjas escalate the fight over
landfill’s gold reserves
Barf is, too, a clinical term
Jasmine Crockett, not Davy
Larry Bird, not Admiral
Eisenhower, Stevenson and Kennedy
Three Flyways
Computers yield to the abacus
tummy ache, all better
Suburban lawnmowers on the prowl, daddy
A telephone rings
At Druid Heights.
Nobody is home.
“If you already get this message,
‘Ego in a bag of skin,’
Hang up the phone.
For all others ‘tis the wrong number.”
The person at the other end of the line
Talking to their boss:
“Bag, ego, skin
Are ONE
or many…
whatever!”
I miss you Michael a really great friend
When I dropped by your flat you got me high
Gave me game DVD’s to the end
Brain cancer killed you, so sorry good bye
You were on a morphine drip to kill pain
Shocking to see the way you were in bed
My visit to you was not done in vain
Drained of life,I was shocked, you did look dead
Alan you were a great friend to the end
You were great at doing air brush art too
You are Freewheeling Franklin -I commend
He died falling down a stairwell it’s true
Dear Poet Soup..
A request, dare I ask,
Could you withdraw
Mysterious mask?
As if in Oz
I feel I am
But hope your wizardry
No sham
For I request
A feature fair
To pin a poem
In the air..
High up above
As if balloon..
(your coding skills
to make us swoon)
My favourite write
The 'child' of mine
Top of the class
My favourite rhyme
Please let me click
A box right >> here <<
To pick my fave. Thanks.
Yours Sincere..
Love
Topic Sentence: The one thing that poisons and endangers love, has always been the test of time.
For the stars shine bright,
On the loneliest of nights
To Give way a passage to Thee
The love I fear is somewhere near and dear to me
As my heart skips a beat,
Yours takes a seat,
Upon my idled thrown
And the flowers you bring, wilder than the wildest flowers ever grown
And if it weren’t for your smile,
Which stole my heart for a while,
Then your burden would have taken and heartened me
But alas this is love,
From the sweetest of all kingdoms and heavens above,
And none can deter me
From thee
Though love can be cruel,
Your love has been true
Open arms, filled with only warmth is what you have given me
Like a mother’s hug, as I remember it now, I can see it so vividly
And if life had been fair
Then my heart would not tear
And our love would have perfect symmetry
But a long-full sleep took you from me
For what felt like a century
And now you return
For the love you have earned
So I’ll go with you silently
But never forget, for our love,
how dangerous time can be
Being young together is true
Growing and learning is what you do
And you didn’t age from 18
When cancer took you unclean
If you had my 50 years
To achieve what was taken in tears
What would you have done
And what would you have become
I try to see your face
But it seems so out of place
And veiled in my later years
It seems not at all clear
I wonder what your parents thought
When their sacrifices came to nought
And they saw me growing strong and true
When your chance was lost so finally too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
One day to a big ranch rode Alan
a wearin’ his hat, a ten-gallon.
With his horse and his rope
he had plenty of hope
he’d excel in the job of corralin’.
May 5, 2022
Trying this in A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Unfortunately RhymeZone will not take unusual ways of rhyming the -ing form the way Americans often pronounce it.
I
Alan Watts says we live forever
In children if we can bear
There is no joy in going on, ever
And ever as a dying tree or flower
II
He was a brilliant Brit, knew nirvana!
Died as American, in California
Barely making 59 years, once pastor
Presbyterian in Pennsylvania
III
I need to research why he quit
He was undoubtedly good at it
For faithfulness few scholars matched
His authenticity, universality. Unmatched
I
There was a time, when we sought comprehension
These days, power and media aim for control, commercialization
II
Alan Watts, once a native Anglican, became American Episcopalian
Left the ministry to teach Eastern philosophy, holistic education
III
Alan has left planet Earth (1970s), is beyond thought police, "mistake" -
Said, "One ought to get angry with someone like Hitler. But he's as natural as an earthquake."
Hi! I'm Alan
the astrologer
I used to be
a mythologer
Here's the forecast
for tonight
I'm sure you'll see
I've got it right
The stars are green
The moon is pink
The North Star is
on the blink
Venus is
out to dinner
On her diet
Mars looks thinner
Jupiter's
a god of Rome
Saturn's rings
are made of foam
The Milky Way's
a candy bar
The sun's too big
to be a star
Pluto is
a goofy mutt
Uranus has
a charming butt
These true facts
I tell my clients
All MY predictions ~
based on science
He lied
He’d died!
Alan Abel faked his death and an obituary was published in the New York Times on 2nd January 1980, On January 3, 1980, he held a press conference and said "reports of my demise have been grossly exaggerated".
DU-O your two line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
11/15/20
Athol Fugard is a leading voice in theater of Africa
will he condone silence about the street execution f George Floyd?
Dennis Brutus was being deported from USA in 1980s, from U. Penn
(I helped get him to speak against South Africa's Racist Constitution,
at Ohio University in 1984. I confess, with Libyan money as donation!)
Would the late Dennis Brutus be quiet about fascist cop Derek Chauvin?
I grew up under apartheid, deemed inferior to every white-skinned African
Not allowed to go or study where I wanted in South Africa
And loved to hear Steve Biko, Malcolm X, Dr. Martin Luther King
Would they have been silent about "BLACK LIVES" don't matter?
Why do you write?
Are you really in the tradition of free expression, and poetry for ALL?
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