We are but merely fallible, fickle, imperfect and vulnerable Human Beings.
Why some of us act with an attitude of
Invincibility, superiority, discrimination, nonchalance or even aloofness is beyond me.
We all Simply come with a number or expiry date of which are not knowledgeable.
So why not show more love and care and concern along the brief journey way we all have?
Bassoon's over eagerness often
made it's social awkwardness
more awareable
aloofness or disinterest, often
lacking eye contact
fidgeting, or over-monitoring
their own behavior the cantars
mindfulness to stay present
approaches designed to make
interactions feel more comfortable
and natural.
Being the "fifth wheel in your own relationship"
typically means feeling like an unnecessary,
third-party addition rather than an equal partner
This often happens due to a power imbalance,
emotional disconnect, or when an outside third
party seeking or a power play
. When somesong or some songs
deliberately puts themselves
in appealing or high-attention environments
to manipulate others into thinking
they are highly desired.
Of course, love has preferences:
I prefer eyes sort of like, yours.
Misty at times,
And at others, deeply dark and
Startlingly invasive – no point
In trying to keep secrets from such
Penetrating eyes. Then there are those
Moments of unsettling absence. I attempt
Vainly to enter your silence, gain needed
Access to mysterious inner parts kept
From me...I try to cross the meridians
Keeping souls necessarily private, where
One meditates and prays in solemnity. My need to
For safe familiarity, juxtaposed with
With strange planets and alien landscapes
Each mortal possesses and senses to
Sacredly guard. Yet I track your disturbing
Aloofness. As a hound on the scent. Into
Whirlpools of privacy where no uninvited
Sojourner has right to venture. No one
Should attempt to know another that entirely,
That consuming. Yes, love has preferences. Like
Your dainty bell ears, and adorable ski nose --
And very large feet~ all for the next poem.
Myopic muddle
as beauty swirls
hues of heaven
yet bypasses
static statues that
pose as sentient
beings beknighted
dawn’s divine dream
seen as bland mirror
on ebbing eyewash
cathartic colour is
a universal uplift
even for low level
lustrous earth dweller
Immersed in skewed slant
I bandy icicled retort
as though taut timing
ever swayed rigid
stone age postures
elysian echo a speck
in azurite caves
to auditory aloofness
allied to blinkered
whim ‘s wanton
plight with dull
and dim twist
dispersed among
trivial terrains
alienation personified
vessel vacuous and void
rehabilitation of
the wayward faculty
a burst balloon blip
outsider ostracised
from gilded gardens
and sumptuous bloom
of ripe recrudescence
still limp laggard
on hackneyed cue
might yet stumble on
the fig of wakening
Dismiss you with their smug aloofness.
Hooked tails a sly pastoral crook.
Ignoring your grand commands.
They slink up, rub your leg
when it suits their mood,
with tail end flits.
clear telltales
of their
scorn.
learning, reasoning, knowledge representation, planning, perception, and natural language processing, using techniques from logic, statistics, neural networks, and psychology to a spacetime metric:
, requiring exotic matter with negative energy density.
.....Qualitative discussion......He say: she say: she interrupt and they say......(hole up) we say!
cursing is linked to or tied to a protected
characteristic, and creates a hostile or
intimidating environment.
he warp drive metrics, in a Cartesian type coordinate chart
are given by the line element:
X, Y, and Z are the components of a
vector field defined in Euclidean 3-space.
This is a function of the coordinates.
Alcubierre (see bibliography) used,
as the first mathematical example
of a warp drive, the function:
Dorktah Redweird Fecker
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Twangy Dobro and Wah-Wah Effect
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home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits
a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace
every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face
The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me to hear.
About me, but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness
keeps me estranged,
unchanged from who
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me or not,
I am unwanted in.
12-11-2024
Numbers have an exactitude
Not found in many other places.
Unless you count nature.
Fur on bears
Stripes on a tiger
Sharp teeth on a great white
Bark on trees
Stripes on a bumblebee and a zebra
Playfulness in dogs
Aloofness in cats.
I think I am wrong
Exactitude is found in lots of places
Old means sudden pain of unknown origin.
Fluency of mind becomes like a foreigner.
Old means the circle has shrunk to a point.
Old is ignored, like a newly minted orphan.
Old is when the glitter of friendships fades away.
The aloofness of acquaintance retreats into its haze.
Old is a black-veiled wolf cooing like a virgin sage.
Old is the white crow cawing down the final days.
Old is dusty gray and mountain lake so cold...
The crippled myth is that it's crafted out of gold.
Old is infinite goodbyes and infrequent hellos.
Old inhales its ashes, then etched onto stone...
Old is both a satin blessing and a burlap curse.
After all, we could have perished well before our birth.
Old is not for the thinly veined nor the pastel-hearted.
Old recalls that wide-eyed child curled up inside the dark.
She passes the place
where I sit some mornings,
her slow, sure gait pads
a gentle elegance across
the grass carrying
just a hint of indifference.
Retired from racing,
she has been adopted out.
She seems contained within
herself, ignoring the yappy terrier
and the playful retriever
that bounds towards her
on her right, not shifting
her gaze as if transfixed
on some vision
she holds in her head.
Nothing of the morning
disturbs her meditations.
I often wonder whether
she is playing out a trauma
that has lodged in her memory
or can't fit the past and present
together into some reconcilable
whole or her aloofness
is just the nature of the breed
and the interpretation
of her manner
has more to do with me.
There is a solitude in her
that I cannot fathom and troubles
me. Sometimes I feel
like bending down
and putting my arms around
her lovely neck but a reticence
holds me back as we both
go our separate ways,
each with our own solitude
held locked within.
sentient perceptions
sent in the way of shared hope~
pairing aloofness
Written: February 24, 2023
The young go-getter reached the ladder’s top rung
by making work his foremost purpose in life.
Lengthy absences from wife and children stung,
but wealth he provided outweighed any strife,
so he thought. To his work-first ethic he clung
till poor health and retirement cut like a knife.
Loved ones’ aloofness cuts deeper. He has found
the saying’s true: What goes around comes around.
September 21, 2022
entered in the Ottava Rima Contest Placed 6th
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Remember the Glorious Gold Queen with the Midas touch?
We treated her with aloofness, hesitation and such.
I was fearful that she might reach out and give me a slap.
I do not need any stress, disappointment, strife or other crap.
At parties I promptly made an excuse and left when she arrived.
She was possibly fooling others, but I was terrified of her and dived.
Before others caught on to her talents, there were statues everywhere.
Glorious Gold Queen could parade around the hood in her underwear.
Hope you’ll be doing better sometime soon…
So that we can let your past be entombed.
A past that is harshly shaded.
With streaks of pavement that have gently faded.
Please leave this aloofness behind.
Please allow us to engage in being kind.
Together, we will learn to forget.
What you did to burn with regret.
Surely, you will win against fate.
So someday soon, the tunnel will abate.
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