Best Continuing Poems
Man began life as a microbe
Swimming in the sea
Evolved into a fishy thing
Swimming fast and free
Then for some odd reason
Decided it’s time to go ashore
Developed things to walk upon
Not two, not three but four
Finally standing upright
Though not quite standing tall
Developed into a hairy beast
Known as a Neanderthal
Man developed hunting skills
Discovered fire too
Then eventually became
Something that resembles me and you
But man continues to evolve
With greed their bellies grow big
The next step on the evolutionary ladder
Man will become a giant pig
And it won’t be a million years or so
That greedy man will grow big and fat
Man has already reached that stage
Every woman will tell you that
**Friends , breaking my composition into sections , due lenght restrictions **
Thales :The First Philosopher Scientist :-
Thales visited Egypt to study geometry ,
And also developed his unusual mathematical
ability !
Back in 585 BC he became very famous , -
By accurately predicting an eclipse of the sun !
Those early days of antiquity , had no clear
divisions between science and philosophy !
With philosophy , science , and mathematics , -
all were rolled into one ;
Thales became very renowned for his theorems !
One theorem stated that when you draw a triangle ,
Inside a semi-circle , it always had a right angle !
He was the first to introduce the process of
deduction , -
Deriving mathematical statements from logical
observations !
He was an exceptional man of antiquity ,
Much ahead of his time , - deserving publicity !
ANAXIMANDER (611-546 BC) :
Had introduced the sun-dial into Greece .
His treaties ‘On Nature’ was the first
philosophical work in Greek prose , -
Which the people of Greece had ever known !
For him the ‘arche’ was the ‘Boundless or
the Infinite’;
A space filling animate mass , a kind of
mysterious mixture ,
From which all things arose through
separation ,
Whose true nature he never described , -
Specifically or otherwise , in all his
deliberations !
ANAXIMENES (588-524 BC) :
A pupil of Anaximander - declared it was
air , mist or vapor ,
Which held the key to all reality forever !
From air all things arose through rarefaction
and condensation ;
Rarefied air into fire gets blown !
But when condensed it transformed into , -
Wind , cloud , water , earth and stone !
Man’s soul which is air , holds him together ,
So does the air which envelopes the earth -
sustaining all matter !
Since all changes are produced by motion ,
and motion being eternal ;
Further clarification he felt was not needed ,
and had nothing more to tell !
These Milesians with their innovative philosophy ,
Tried to seek a single explanation for the universe ,
and its multiplicity ! (To be continued with Pythagoras
of Samos next !) -Raj Nandy .
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A flower blossoms in
your shadow, every
moment you pass by
And the morning sun
becomes jealous of
the radiance gifted
to your eyes
The wind becomes very
envious because there is
never a way he can cool
the day
The way the sweet aroma
of your love soothes me
easily, each time when you
come my way
I am always lost in
your beauty which each
morning I am blessed
to see
Especially when I find
myself gazing into
your eyes whose loving
embrace never lets me be
Each moment with you
becomes more precious
when my heart cannot
escape your meaningful
love
I am lifted by my
hearts flaming desire,
for you are the only one
it will ever think of
The moments when
I am not with you this
daydream will surely
always begin
As my heart belongs to
you alone since that moment
when my heart your love
did win.
Continuing On
What if a love poem leaned towards writing
And wanted it to be eccentric yet still exciting
Filled with love, romance and much emotion
My mind was blown away by a big explosion.
So should moving poem be so surreptitious
Full of enhancements and also expeditious
Trying to arouse your interest in poetry
And thankful mine has no mediocrity.
Are outstanding and exceptionally splendid
Which is exactly what ruthlessly was intended
Now there is another beautiful new dawn
Will write more poems while continuing on.
PS. If you care to notice, there are no "I's",
and a few ands, and no buts, or's or nor's,
or eithers either and no not any neithers,
When your exceptional ability explores.
Oh, and what anyway are hyperboles?
THE LOST SOULS SALOON Page 7
I pushed aside the swinging doors
And stepped out on the street
My poor horse stood, alone all night
without a thing to eat
I led him by the reins
As we turned to make our way
In hopes to find some oats
Or perhaps a bail of hay
And as we walked so slowly
Just drifting out of town
I couldn't help but looking back
And so I turned around
For a moment, thought I saw
vaguely catching just a trace
In a window, 'bove the bar
Of a ghost-like woman's face
I'll never know, if it was real
Or just a torrid dream
But doomed to wander in a world
Where nothing's as it seems
THE END
Zack will be back In
SHOOT OUT at the KOA CORRAL
The Story of Adam and Eve
Is all well and good and fine,
It marks the frailties of each sex
Without really trying.
First of all it shows the Love of our Creator,
The One, the Good, the True, the Beautiful,
And the deviousness of the Hater.
Antithesis of Love and Justice; a traitor.
The story of Adam and Eve
Is all well and good and fine.
It marks the frailties of each sex
Without really trying.
In our selfish disobedience
we are the very same today,
In our sinful expedience
to get our own way.
Adam was created first,
the woman as an ad lib.
Because Adam was lonely for his own kind
God formed her from his rib.
Well, they were doing just fine
Until one day the serpent said “Eve
You want to be like God, I believe.”
She said yes that would be fine.
So she gave Adam a tempting plausible line,
And he apathetically joined in the sinful crime.
Didn’t want to make any waves, you know,
After all he had his seeds to sow.
And so we see how they fared
Still, woman always shooting for control
The man timid and scared.
The snake laughing in his hole.
So men, before you succumb to so called feminists
and both sexes spend eternity crying…
Remember, ..God only gave her your rib…
so please,.. take back your spine.
I've been collecting ear wax
Since the belly button lint dust fire went bad
I lost all my dignity in that fiasco
So ear wax is all that I have left
Believe you me, it's not easy
Coming up with another scheme
After burning the whole town down to the ground
To get a single soul to look or even listen to me
But that fateful day that I dug deep
And pulled a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of my ear
I knew that fame and fortune lay before me
My time had arrived, my time was here
Who should I call first over my artful discovery
The Post? The Enquirer? The Times?
No I would call The Museum Of Modern Art in NYC
For the Art World would soon be mine
I knew I had to ratchet it up a notch
One piece of ear wax art might be a fluke
So I got out my brush...the Q-tip
And removed a portrait of John Wayne AKA The Duke
Since I live in a hippie commune in the woods
Little furry creatures would always stop by
To gaze upon the artful process
Squirrels can be the best of critics...no lie!
Which gave me the idea with all the left over ear wax
I sculptured a mini-amusement park with mini-arcades
And charged the woodland creatures nuts and berries
Which helped feed the hippies with whom I stay
It wasn't long after that I received the letter
Stating that art had a need for me
I've become known as The Andy Warhol of The Art World
With abstract ear wax being my specialty
Now I go to all the major "Who Does"
Where everybody knows my name
As I create masterpieces right before their eyes
Just don't hold it to close to the flame
Who would have ever thought that ear wax
Would be the perfect medium
To jet propel this Simpleton
To Art World stardom and beyond
When I was skinned
I made a little list-
Call it (Something Here) :
It started out,
'I am getting older,
what should I do? '
Like go on the road,
Actually join the Legion or
Take vows for the ashram of Guru SatChitAnanda.
.
Buy acre of land and travel trailer
Raise garden, keep White Leghorns
(like Dad) ,
Foment Graduate School riots,
Teach,
Commit suicide with tea
Commit horoscopes for money
Or go home or
Sell health foods and
Grind my own peanut butter
Drive a Big Rig
Ten days on the road
Eating fries and dogs
Or
Take a job with the state
As employment counselor
Give out food stamps.
Walk across Africa
Without shoes,
Establish base lines for jumping beans
Test kangaroos for tie-downs
Photograph mangoes in flight
Or herd silver-plated ants,
Forest Ranger in Chromium Forest,
Study ancient petroglyphs for Shell
Herd sheep on mesas in Utah
Wander High Desert in search of
New alluvial fans,
Search for aliens in Rachel (NV)
Put all on a number in Vegas,
(List ends here):
Call the President,
I've got a job
In Trust, (some state here) ,
Job Duties:
Replacing Wisdom Teeth
Milking dry rattlers
Finding wild women
Listening for Agave worms,
Raising desert flowers
And sitting quietly with the stars,
'There you go...'
'Thanks! '
The Saga of Zack Waverly continues By JT Curtis
In The Affair Of The
Lost Soul Saloon
While sliding off my horse
Not a soul could be found
As I paused for a moment
to take a look around
My horse was acting nervous
So, I leashed him to a rail
Then dusted off the remnants
Of the days spent on the trail
I've been about a week
without a whisky or a brew
and the way I'm feeling lately
there ain't nothing else that'd do
So, I moved my heavy legs
As I stumbled cross the street
then barged through the doors
and made a beeline for a seat
A cloud of dust erupted
as I fell into a chair
and when it all had settle
only silents filled the air
Where is everyone
where's the music, where's the crowd
I was thinking to myself
Then I said it, right out loud.
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There are moments of sanity
Between long bouts of madness
Could it stay?
It's gone before I asked.
Nothing positive on the horizon.
Will there be anything past the hills?
Straight ahead my eyes focused.
Not letting go
To look around
Can't help but think of the fragments of
Of friendships and relationships that I left behind.
This is making me go crazy
But I still don't break my silence or end my focus
So many have called me the weak one
But every-time I have returned
To prove them wrong
This will be no different
After this long road I will be hurt just as before
Now I feel it again, I feel terrible pain
Now l am stronger than before
I will prove them wrong
Continuing to live strong
As time rolls on
Things were not advancing much
though we hurtled across the tar;
conversation was grinding to a halt
& that was something
I needed desperately to avert.
“Ah! Yes,” he interposed quite eerily,
Having clearly read my thoughts, yet again:
“The halt and the lame
Will one day rule the highways.”
“An interesting proposition Bob,
Which also shows you have not
Lost your touch with words; indeed
I suppose you know all too well
How deeply words can touch.
I myself couldn’t think of a rhyme for ‘halt’
Or use it in just that way- like a gestalt-
So I do thank you so kindly for
Your paranormal interpolation.”
“It’s my work,” he returned drily, “I do
It for a pay and when it’s over
I’d just as soon go on my way.”
“ ‘Hurricane’ ” blurted I, “your protest
Song of high distinction! Well,
That’s my earnest, humble opinion.”
To which he just gave a longsidelong glance
Simultaneously wrenching the wheel hard left
And taking a minor exit quite unexpectedly.
“So,” I timidly enquired, “Bob,” ( I was working
Up to it), “Where exactly are we headed?”
He grinned a grimace as only he can
Which was as much to say I should have known.
“We’re goin’ down this road some to
Where the winds of war are still blowin’
For there’s still some good fodder there
For the wordsmith and the songster.”
That’s Bob, thought I, contented in this knowledge
(Which left me none the wiser), always purposely
Imprecise, speaking in a kind of cipher.
He must have sensed my discomfort then
And added a cryptic, though reassuring “After”
I boldly countered with “Before”
And he smiled knowingly.
This was a splendid game we played
A game and nothing more.
I was supping at his table
And he was serving up a feast.
I was the Frankie Lee perhaps
To Bobby’s Judas Priest, and there was
No telling who first would be released.
Page 4 The Lost Souls Saloon
With a wave of her hand
The cowhands all dispersed
Then she spoke to me some words
I'm sure were well rehearsed
She leaned a little forward,
placed her palm 'long side my cheek
Said, "I could be the one,
if it's companionship you seek"
I admit she put a smile
on my ruff and worn out face
and my eyes began to wander
down her corset made of lace
Then she grabbed me by my vest
as she pulled me from the chair
dragged me 'cross the floor
and made me stumble up the stairs
We landed by a door
when she pulled me by my shirt
Then slammed me 'gainst the wall
and said "please now make me hurt"
I was taken back and tongue tied
So I answered with a kiss
and though I've been with gals before
There was never one like this
Then I entered through the door
Seeking conquest and its glory
As cast aside my faith
In this place called purgatory
Don't want to miss page 7
coming soon rated PG
Having commenced in God's salvation grace
I continue* in His sanctification grace
...calling unto Him through His supplication grace
...cleaving to His satisfaction grace
...clinging along His sufficing grace
...communing with Him by His strengthening grace
...choosing to stay inside His settling grace...
Being crucified to Him with His sealing grace
I'm clothed by His steadfast grace.
As His chosen according to His Scriptures' so great grace
I'm circumspectly striving to live for Him upon His straightening grace
...comforted, compassed around His spirited grace
...cared, cheered for toward His serving grace
...commended upon His saluting grace!
*Acts 13:43 Many...followed Paul and Barnabas: who, speaking to them, persuaded them to continue in the grace of God.
March 19, 2019
The Lost Souls Saloon
The oil lamp was dimmed
as the light defined her face
and it made the room a fire
silhouetting our embrace
With her arms around my neck
and her legs around my waist
Her lips became more supple
while her eyes drew more debased
I was somewhere, caught between
A place called heaven, and one called hell
And somewhere in the distance
I heard an erie sounding bell
We rolled around the mattress
Like a thunder cloud in spring
Making love like no tomorrow
"Till I couldn't feel a thing
I was falling to perdition
In a never ending well
never to escape
Not, as far as I could tell
But I had to gain my senses
Had to stand up on my feet
Had to fight for my existence
Had to make for my retreat
Don't stray
Page 6 is on its way............Yeeehaww
Page 1
A badge laid there upon the desk
Barely shining thru the dust
and the six gun there beside it
neglected, full of rust
There hadn't been a sheriff here
For days or months nor years
and since that day the sheriff died
The town was gripped by fear
It didn't seem that long ago
It feels like yesterday
The streets were filled with people
and the children hard at play
That was until that stormy night
when a stranger came to town
Looking for the sheriff
with intent to gun him down
I was in the lobby
at the hotel 'cross the street
asking for a room
and a place where I might eat
When I glanced out of the window
where the street lamp lit the night
I saw the shadows of two men
as they began to fight
I thought that maybe I should help
but I've been down that road before
I've learn to mind my business
It's just something that I swore
But lookin' back, I might have changed
the future of this town
Or ended up "here" for good!
six feet underground
To Be Continued Tomorrow same time, same place
HeeeeYaaaaaa !!!