When you were a young-un
With your whole life ahead of you
It's hard to imagine
Life ever coming to an end
But it does my friends... it does!
As sure as the night follows day
Astronomically speaking
Wouldn't it be great to make it to 50
And then live like 50 forever!
Hallelujah! (or not)
In the remote landscapes
stand cold monolithic monuments,
one, the Neolithic Stonehenge,
the British cultural icon,
and the other, Georgia Guidestones,
the American Stonehenge.
The stone slabs roughly cut
and astronomically aligned,
are set in geometric pattern,
shrouded in mystery,
wrapped in controversy,
incite interest and curiosity.
The Stonehenge marks the burial site
or prehistoric religious healing place,
erected as the conceptual symbol
of peace and unity.
The Georgia Guidestones are possible guide
to the age of reason,
depicting the concept to rebuild
devastated civilization after apocalypse.
The builders of these enigmatic structures
are hidden in the realm of anonymity,
yet visible in their work of art
their concern for the humanity.
November 27, 2021
Contest : Georgehenge Stone Cold Minds Reflect
Sponsor : Joe Maverick
Call me crazy I dare you,
This is madness at a new level.
Our president has lost his mind,
It’s appalling just read the signs.
The numbers rise astronomically,
Don’t tell me Trump is the Calvary.
I believe Biden will help stabilize,
A nation that’s politically spiraling.
If you can’t bear my words,
Then move on from my work.
I’m not here to please you,
I’m here to speak the truth.
Chaos and turbulence are ambient,
In a chaotic pandemic environment.
The lack of seriousness and leadership,
Is appalling and unfathomable to believe.
Refusal to accept and concede,
Eradicating the purpose of democracy.
It’s sad to see America in disarray,
When faith and change are in dire need.
i am the him
in whimsy
i am the hymn
in stretching thyme
i am the time
in sometime
i am the sum
in assume
daring to add
the u and me
to equal
astronomically
not even
the odd
we
I think of you now and again
Out half a world away
On the other side of the globe
Here it’s midnight and for you midday
Somewhere on a Himalayan mountain
How can I possibly relate to your reality
Far from anything resembling a city
With no infrastructure of any kind
No cars no shopping centers
No electricity no electronics
None of the luxuries I take for granted
How can I relate to your reality
Your wealth is a goat some seeds and hope
A little schoolhouse relatively close
As your best prayer for a better future
The gap between the haves and the have-nots
Is nothing less than astronomically absurd
And there’s no trusting the middlemen
Greed keeps robbing those who have less than nothing
Seems there’s fewer godfearing people left on earth
Not many believing in justice and universal equity
I can’t relate to corruption
Concepts of karma swirl through my head
Death remains the greatest equalizer
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 11, 2019
I am avidly binge watching building shows at a marathon pace.
Somehow feeling it is keeping me in touch with the whole human race.
The prices are outrageous, out of my league or comfort zone.
I am horrified at the lot prices, astronomically expensive alone.
Some of these rich of the wealthy pay more for the glazing than whole houses I have owned.
They seem to start with unique ideas that sound completely new.
However, by the time they are finished they are all the same hue.
Why I have spent countless hours watching this building show,
Is anyone’s guess, but I think I secretly know.
It keeps me from mundane, housework that always feels undone.
It keeps me from mopping and cleaning, that are simply no fun.
It saves me from doing boring tasks here and there,
It keeps me from wasting time on stuff for which I simply don’t care.
So if the phone rings, or someone is at the door, and I do not answer, during my binge.
Know that I’m enjoying a new surroundings, and guilt I do not feel even a twinge.
It's possible in life to become so astronomically busy, you miss enjoying the stars. Lately, I have been training my mind to embrace stillness--enjoy where I am instead of adding miles to life's circumferential journey. Whether I walk fast or slow, a more inward journey I must go. For the world is always in rotation, and you will always be brought to an opportunity to be better than before. That miltary road march mentality can only take you so far. Learning how to be happy with now. Breathing more deeply than I ever have before. Slowing my thoughts to coincide with an iambic pentameter. Daily tasks and cramming minutes into every hour give way to the purest second imaginable. Alas, I can not only see an enumeration of stars, but life has become a simpler endeavor. Everyday, a chance to be better.
My life is filled with Leos;
Astronomically, that sign
Is described, if you believe it,
As compatible with mine.
Several people quite beloved
Have their birthdays in that range
Which, although I am a skeptic,
Doesn't really seem too strange.
So this Aries sends out wishes
To the Leos who await
Late July and most of August
For their chance to celebrate.
Flouncing flamenco style or doubling up for a pass a doublet is neither a right or a wrong in a semi colon in nightgowns. But trespassing on a land? Really? Who said? Hum. Huh. Disgusting. Go irrigate a system. It is irrelevant in an underpass. Really. Are Astronaughts astronomically passing? Or is it the ordered preordained multitasking whisk that whirls around. Speaking in a descant voice is rather a pleasant octave. Ignoring ignorance irrationally is a quotation on a journey. But planting ones feet in a mystical view is an integral part of being a being and being a being is good and who would argue with a ninety thousand year old goldfish. Not wise. Not clever. Compunction compounds. I don't wanna wear clothes says I but I have to. Says who. Snails travel at high speeds un the morning. Hahahahahahahaha now eat. Hahahahaha boom bang. Imminent. Dangerous dogs demonic. No ha ha to that bunch of dying arranged posies. Xxxxx decriminalisation z
Tubular turnings. Turnips training. In a circular formation only. Obligations are a given construction to a fistulae pattern. Oh wow the knowledge and secrecy of a bowl of broth. Singing sweetly however the remnants of a sharks dinner are displayed only on a bright canvass. Fishing in a bathroom is best achieved in broad daylight. Great. Orpheus's wisdom. Treading tailed trailers talking. And a fortified iron cobra clock strikes again. Good. Grab an iron then and wave it around. Hahahaha and a cutlet of smiling smoke. Chop chop chop. Hahahaha and a pink oink oink oink *** astronomically z
Funny Man!
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Oh funny man you touch the hardest heart
With messages to crumble and start
A snickering or flickering to spark
A laugh a full belly rumbler
A genius of illogical and logical matter
Without him the whole world is astronomically sadder
Oh let our grief someday subside
That we in heaven will find
A bench upfront to see his latest comedic job ( I pray)
The jester (Robin Williams) at heaven's court for God
Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.
The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story
of my presence.
Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a gooseberry shrivels
against the bark of a naked bush.
The black bear and the coons steal
each other's dens,
and bees, lethargic,
cuddle on the combs.
But why?
I know why---
scientifically, astronomically--
the earth and sun fly elliptically
and space dilutes the energy.
But still i cling
to the burnt orange leaves,
savor the last unsquashed berry,
dreading the day
when my worn winter jacket is not warm enough
and my breath freezes
and my legs hurt where my boots rub.
The frozen rain clings in crystals
to tired trees; snow glitters like shattered glass
and cold sunlight assaults my eyes.
I close my eyes against the glare
and listen to the moaning wind,
and dream of a world
where Autumn gives birth
to Spring.
The Ten Million Dollar Chinese Bowl
By Elton Camp
Asian art collectors were extraordinary excited
A rare Chinese imperial ceramic bowl ignited
Asia's fine art market has exploded last decade
It was expected for the bowl millions to be paid
From the Northern Song Dynasty it's pale green
And is the only one of its type that's ever seen
Museums & individuals are thrilled over the piece
So astronomically the price is likely to increase
Buyer will be one who about money doesn't care
Perhaps a mainland Chinese or western billionaire
The auctioneer held the bowl up and asked for cash
Out of his hand it plunged with a sickening crash
Tiny fragments were scattered all over the floor
And it was worth ten million bucks no more
Son of the devil I am
Am I, I a psychologically
Misunderstood individuality
Emitting my soul in the caress of hypochondriasis
Believing in the many illness of fame
Belligerently dumfounded to using a needle point frame
On the oasis of my flesh
To depict-ate past failures, un-relieved stress and to provoke
An aggressiveness determination
Not blinded by greed, and to be astronomically true to me
Me the son of a devil
Barack Hussein Obama
first learned from his mamma;
it's good economically
to spend astronomically.
* This poem does not
purport to
advocate policy or
a political view.
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