Analyses Poems

All Talk, No Action

They are now but cash cows
(a trough in which to quaff)
for the many attendees
who sit on long-winded
Government-funded investigation committees
no one around to hear the sound
(of what falls in the woods)
while their coffers swelled
for all the papers printed on the ecology
more than several trees were felled
the fracking drilling boring too
(found underground)
wastes water in copious quantities
releases greenhouse gas
and undermines the earth in the final analyses
deliberate discussion and debate
('til the cows come home)
to which they are compelled
only exacerbates the issue
of global warming
with all their hot air expelled

It Ain't Ever Over

      The Stupid Bowl is Over
       Except for the analyses
            the replays
            the highlight reels
            the interviews
            the talk-shows
            the editorials
            the commentaries
            the speculation 
            the what-ifs
            the tributes 
            the obituaries 
            (the hangovers)...
       It ain’t over ‘til next February

THE KING OF ALL KINGS

A kingdom is an ancient place
Whereby secrecy is a norm
The doors have ears
A kingdom is a home 
Whereby safety is imperative 
The windows are closed
It is that lingering feeling,

As you hear the sound of the sea
Speaks in tongues 
Know that you have arrived 
As you feel the wind
Release that air
Know that you have obtained 
It is that mystery,

A kingdom is a word
Whereby analyses  the culture 
The gates are closed
A kingdom is a round table
Whereby it Modifies the tale
It is that lingering feeling.

Zen Mode

after much dilly dallying
olive branch is proffered

mind analyses
looking for a motive

heart embraces
knowing only love

nonchalance 
smiles and yawns

consciousness triangulates
all aspects of its awareness
mode and mood celebratory

Pre-Seasoning

We’re no strangers to perceptible sacrifice
so, we’ve put all flavors of fun on ice.
Einsteining overnight - alone - is
about as exciting as a windows phone.

But I’ve been-to-the-show as a pinckney,
and in my years of parental-stalking analyses
the juice is definitely worth the squeeze.

Soon holiday parties will be made gold 
by candlelight and champagne cold.
We’ll decorate with reds and greens 
and surrounding ourselves with tinseled things 
we’ll sing songs of angels and newborn kings.

But not just yet, no, not now - now tis the *pre-seasoning* -
a time of unrest, stress and testing - and God help 
you if they’re not impressed with your reasoning.
.
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slang…
einsteining = studying for exams
been-to-the-show = seen things
pinckney = a child
the juice is worth the squeeze = the reward is worth the work

Guarantees

always the object of analyses
universe is what the universe is
from quarks to atoms, planets to galaxies
plus divers cosmic abnormalities

everything caught up in heavenly flow
of where non-stop change forces it to go
no guarantees a passing asteroid
will not explode our world into the void

no guarantee seeds will grow in the soil
no guarantee the great oceans won't boil
no guarantee we will have air to breathe
no guarantee we will have lives to lead

no guarantee we'll have time to reckon
all may end in interstellar second

The Young At Heart

You’re one of The Mortals
To whom others are “Empty Bottles”
You have risen now and again,
Degrees bagging to your own again
At all analyses “Very Good!”
And at Evaluation “Oh! My God!”
Often, The First to be Understood,
No frustrated use of bullying rod.

Still need you to set yourself apart
By being The Proverbial Young at Heart:
Voice for infant’s frame of mind;
I have in mind the toddler just behind
Your sweetly playful Four-Year-Old Son
About to a game start in The Sun …

For that is when in you
The presence of God holds true.
And you become truly a mortal
To whom another is Empty Bottle.

Myopic Thinking

The myopic state

We live in a precarious world when opinions
other than the official ones are banned and ignored
I’m thinking of RT (Russian TV.
That brings news and analyses of current events
the commentators are usually scholars, intellectuals
that do not get a hearing in the usual media
I watch the channel and many others to get a perspective
of the world, we live in.
I Germany RT has been banned because of not having
the right silenced. this is not true and RT is taken 
the relevant authority to court.
Probably RT will lose. 
There is in Europe and the USA a myopic view 
of what we can say or do and many of us who question more
Will and cannot be heard.
This brings us to those who refuse the covid vaccine
they are not criminals but people who fear the restrictions
will lead to more restriction and when a constraint is in place
the likelihood is will be permanent that will 
curtailing of freedom.
Our liberty to have a view other than the one accepted
by the sensors who works for the state against the will of the people

On Faith In 'scientific Truth'

In the religion of science, “scientific truth” is absolute, 
Although truth is,
            As must be admitted:
That often even scientific truth is in dispute, 
Especially when biases are permitted, and
False analyses, built around them, committed.

For the faithful believers in science, the truth is absolute, though
Facts contrary to this to them may ever be in dispute.

Even when mad scientists make things they must conceal, 
Even when they manufacture things they must not reveal,
Explaining things by other than scientific truth,
Priests of science they remain, performing
      What you might call "evil" acts--,
         Promoting scientific truth
         With science-distorting “facts”. 
And then to believe in these fantastic twists of truth,
                            The populi they coach,
On the grounds that they are “scientists”, 
                                           And thus beyond reproach.

Family Leader

Leader of the home with virtuous height
Bracing up family with grand posture
Governing prudently by great faith’s might  
He’s our Daddy in his godly gesture.

Daddy dearest is our human fortress.
He loves us as he trusts the Lord* Who’s great.
Assertively pointing truths he does stress
Guiding with values of excellent rate.

His humor’s sense speaks of prudence-fervour
While wholesome jokes call for analyses
His boyish looks, before, earned Mom’s favour
With wise perspective in facing crises.

A champion in his home-roles’ fulfillment
Dad exemplifies “genuine provider"
Propelled by his faithfulness’ commitment
A paragon of steadfast life-builder.

Showing verily servant-leadership
Our father’s a hero in word and deed
How we thank his marvelous guardianship
We praise God for Dad’s legacy indeed.

*Psalm 103:13 Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.

February 15, 2020
2nd place, "Ode to a President or Leader Past or Present" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 3/2/2020.

One Cigarette Is Never Enough

A self analyses

Of where I'm at

General observations

Of the this and that

The heavy smoking

Will soon terminate

What's left of my lungs

Burnt to a helpless state


An introspection

Might clear the view

Of my indifference

Of the smog I choose

It's indecision
 
I'll suffocate myself

Can't give it up now

Zero nicotine is hell


A realization

Trapped in a hole

There's no escaping

Addiction takes its toll

If not cautious

Will self destruct

While sick and coughing 

One cigarette is never enough...

Poetry Is

Poetry
A wonder of creativity and innovation
Jungling of words and morphemes
Expression of views and emotions

We praise n sing
We cry and sob
We hallulate and jubilate
From it solace we derived
Our emotions we express
Our inner most thoughts we express
Its power beyond limit

The mind it sharpens
Its not for the weak nor feeble minded
The future it predicts
The present it analyses
Poetry is my name

In riddles and raddless I speak
My innermost I express
Poetry is my name
Words brought together
Poetry is Devine

Just Write Anything

I pen this down...
To check if I still have something to say..
After facing all the wrath of destiny..

I pen this down.. 
To have an eye on the silent storm in me..
Which has been quiet for quite long..

I pen this down..
To know the answers of some questions..
Afterall I have heard, poetry can do miracles...

I pen this down..
To check whether the poet in me is still alive..
Or I am left to be accused as a murderer too...

A poet who is truly respected 
may not be the most brilliant cited 
nor number one in the recent survey 
but someone whose mind best convey. 

A poet who is a creative critic 
may not be someone who is prolific 
nor gives comment somewhat stupor 
but the one who inspires as a mentor. 

A poet who reads poems and analyses 
may not be someone who is the wisest 
nor his poetry the most read composition 
but becomes an epitome of the association.

Wind of Change

Someone so rigid and fixed in their views

Will always face one major issue

That they will wonder bend and break

When in the right time the wind of change blows through

To set in their ways they're no flexible

Staunchly clinging to old archaic views

Even if fly's in the face of overwhelming truth

So what else can they do but break when they hear the news

That everything they thought they knew has been disproved

I flow like a river and I twist and turn

Understanding each day we learn

We need to keep open eyes and minds

See the wrongs and rights on all sides

Never worry, fret or fear

When it becomes so clear that the angle your coming from

Is skewed and maybe wrong

The open mind takes this on board

Analyses and records it all

Then adjusts it's thinking to reflect the truth

There's nothing wrong with me and you

Admitting from time to time we got it wrong

That shows a character that's strong

And less likely to break

Because we can adapt in the face and cope with the wind of change.

Not Behind Your Departure

Should I see you coming from afar, 
I would swing my hands at a tick of a clock, 
You might take delight in delaying all those congregants, 
As they stay unexpectantly in shock, 
Then you come in with tattered pants;
All begun to murmur inside the mall,
Disturbances fly in from multiple parts,
"Welcome to the viewers day of yore",
Solemnly,I pleased you with a meaningful dance, 
Collectively,fingers were stretched towards where you stood, 
No body was beside you,
Perhaps,analyses from your view overlooked, 
Laugh with me dear, 
Will let you see the expence I've paid to compassion you without fear, 
After you've been transited from here,
Mediation will even allow me to become fulfilled to a departed peer, 
Than to bath in hypocracy with lamentations and a freezed beer,
Hold me tightly by digesting my fidelity,
For this signs of our executed glory is building our cherished equality.
An advocacy for truthful intimacy.

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