Best Get To The Bottom Of Poems
cake & eat it
bored with the
relationship s/he’s in
but not wanting to leave
the positive aspects,
thinking s/he’s too old to
start again &
been there before anyway---
with a pattern s/he knows
all too well
looming just over the horizon,
s/he takes the plunge,
not looking before s/he leaps &
not wanting to think about
the significant other
who may be at home
wondering, waiting &
wanting to get to the bottom of
the change in
habits (all that are noticeable &
s/he thinks they aren’t),
the change in his/her look
(clearly prepping for somebody
else & the audience at home
ain’t buyin’ that its them),
the change in the craving for
attention from the one s/he lives
with &
of course, the list goes on---
s/he starts to look outside the
cell, refusing to leave on her/his
own,
desiring &
desiring &
burning up
inside with
sheer want, until
s/he comes across
someone that s/he cannot have,
someone who says s/he’s got to
choose between the stability of
boredom at home or
a new trip, entirely,
someone who reveals the obvious in
plain English---
“cannot have your cake & eat it
too.”
She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight
Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right
Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything
If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings
Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree
She never asks for anything more than days being pain free
Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be
But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery
One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her
School and work are diversions in between times to recover
She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways
Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays
See your dream
Yet know what you’re dreaming for
Achieving takes movement
Courage takes assurance
Encouragement is a fuel for influence
Take action for what you want to strive for
Get to the bottom of it being the core
However be confident for sure
It’s you the individual to explore
Nothing more than having a strong effort to pursue
It’s doesn’t matter if it involves moving heavy weights
But take your mind over matter and see how it relates
A dream is a destiny preparing you for the journey
Heavy weights was only an example
The method was helping you see being ample
Self-alliance at every cost
But you set the standard in what will be the course
Act like a Band Leader and carry the orchestra on
But to reach that, you must put perfection to the test
However, only you will be the one that will confess
Take control of any career you always wanted to do
But think carefully through
See you in the career of choice, and feel the career being at your grasp
Ability, commodity coming together in excellence
The sunshine shows your path
Destiny having a reason
Opportunity being the purpose
Awake now from your dream
The time is now in your reality
Let your footsteps going forward be like a cool stream
Yes it is going to be tough
But let your courage be solid like a rock in rough
Achieving won’t be easy
Excuses will often come
But say no that you will never be out done
Dreams only lead the way
But it is those excuses that will have you going astray
However that is not ok
You are victorious and have been chosen
The knock at the door says open, and your determination calls for you to fulfill
You have been given the thought and the will
But you are holding on to still
Only you can see your true thoughts
You are your own mover and shaker
Your tomorrow has risen with entities being numerous opportunities
Expect nothing less, but be at your best
Dignity and honor have been rewarded
Your true heart has applied.
Advice to the new hire ...
I heard tell, it's been said
that to make an omelet,
you have to break a few eggs
I regret I had to break a few,
I regret I'm gonna break a few more too
I'm a spiritual chef,
I serve food for the soul
I keep a clean kitchen here,
that's the first thing you should know
Just remember this,
every time you're breaking the bread
And don't you forget the other thing I said,
I don't wanna have to break a few of your eggs
Sometimes you have to shake things up,
to get to the bottom of what irks
Bang some pans, make a lot of noise ...
or maybe a little quiet shaming will work
Sometimes you gotta use finesse,
coax the trust with a dash of tenderness
Other times you gotta be tough:
bring the big cleaver down hard
to separate the truth from the lying fluff
Parse the meat from the bone,
to get to the heart of what could be wrong
Someone's feelings just might get hurt,
so knead lightly, use the butter smooth approach
Communication can get lost in the mix;
they ordered easy over, but they get it poached
Do what you have to do,
decide how you want to present the display
But if you can't stand the heat in the kitchen,
it's best you get out, don't get in the way
I ain't got time for the sob story clambake,
I'm gonna call you out,
if you keep making the same culinary mistake
My kitchen does clean cooking,
so put on your hand and head covering
You never know who's looking,
who's tasting the cuisine
So don't skip the minor details,
no matter how small they may seem to be
Telling the truth is the recipe that sells
It keeps you from getting your eggs cracked,
and getting your feelings scrambled like an omelet
It spares you from becoming a chef's regret
What theory unifies forces, weak, strong,
With gravity— also, to which belong
All the string theories of why and because?
To answer these queries, M-theory does.
Proponents aver it offers clarity
As to the issue of singularity.—
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
So they say…
In the beginning our universe sprang
From membranes colliding to cause a Big Bang…
Hence matter and energy stem from vibrations of strings seen by seers
In a music of spheres.
One mode of vibration, or ‘note’, makes the string an electron,
Another a photon…
And what of Higgs-boson?
There’s even a mode for the graviton, thought to have gravity’s force.
So vibrating strings would then be the source
To create tiny articles which we call
Elementary particles— one and all.
Dimensions— four plus compactified seven—
Equal a total that’s oddly eleven…
To wit, though string theories wound up at the tenth,
They had to add one more that’s odd to the nth.
Do we have enough sense or senses extended
To fathom those p-branes M-theory intended
And get to the bottom of hyper spacetime
In this super multiverse theory sublime?
What sounding vibration
Strange seeming sensation
Might set the strings strumming
Or maybe branes humming
Is something to ponder,
One’s whimsies to wander—
My mind like the wind evanescent can roam
O’er billowing waves and ineffable foam
With parallels plenty of our bubble home…
Thus I heard
M-theory’s word.
Albeit in physics there’s much knowledge base,
What waters of wisdom could ever embrace
Such cosmic curled places with hyperspace face?
Eerily far we’ve come to here
From bards’ illusions yesteryear—
When heavens would sing lullabies,
With moon and stars to harmonize
Midst luminescent light display
That might have been the Milky Way
Overturning all its jars
In a shower of shooting stars…
How flimsy, fleeting, and fragile life seems,
In our floating realm like a land of dreams!
Amen— let poets lyricize yet
Sweeter reveries lest we forget
Dearer wonders perchance of yore
From whilom membranes nevermore
Where earthlings gazed at clearer skies
With yonders nearer to our eyes,
In a once upon a time divine
P-brane world of auld langsyne…
– Harley White
Scatology IS
a theme we can write about -
I write poop poems
(some folk may prefer this alternative ending! )
Jan's poems are poop
a small testing kit
will plop through your letterbox
it’s simple to do
just three smears of pooh
for bowel cancer screening
it could save your life
with intervention
this cancer can be treated ...
don't leave it too late!
if you should notice
a change in bowel habits
then get it checked out
don't be embarrassed
get to the bottom of things ...
dying for a pooh?
11/24/18
THEY WERE NOT ADMIRED, THEY WERE HARDLY EVEN LIKED, THEY REFRAMED FROM COMMENT DUE TO THEIR DISPOSITION, ALLOWING
SOMEONE WITH A GREATER DISPOSITION TO BE IN CONTROLL. mONITERING
THEIR ABLITIES WOULD BE EASY AS THESE MEN WERE ADVANCE IN THEIR TRAINING. THEIR WORKS WERE OF THE TEACHINS OF "GEM FULLA" (WORLD FAMOUS SUBMITION GRAPPLER. ONCE KNOW IN THEIR NATIVE COSTA RICA AS
U-NEW, AND U-OLE, THEY HAD REIGNED SUPREME, UNTIL "THE MEN FROM DAFFA" CAME TO THEIR TERRITORY, AND MADE COMPANY MEN OUTTA FREELANCERS. THEY DEFEATED THE TWO IN A "COMMONGROUND- STANDOFF"( A TWO OUT OF THREE FALL SUBMITION MATCH) THEY WERE DEPOSSED BY THE PROMOTION, AND SHAMED BY THEIR PEERS, THOSE WHO SUGGESTED, THE TWO TO WEAR MASK, IN LIGHT OF THEIR SHAME. MONTHS LATER, WHEN THEY HAD REBOUNDED TO RECOVER, THEY HAD WON 25 OUT OF 33 MATCHES, AND HAD POSITIONED THEMSELVES FOR A CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH. THERE LUCK EVEN HAD THEM TO FIND FORTUNE IN MEXICO, WERE THEY BECAME CHAMPIONS NATIONAL, AND PRIMO JAPAN'S TOP-DRAW CHAMPIONS, BY DEFEATING THE LEGENDARY TEAM OF BRICE BULLSTRONG AND PANK PRICHARD. ONCE AGAIN THEY WERE ON TOP OF THE HILL WHEN THEY FOUND THEMSELVES COSTA RICAN TAG CHAMPIONS VIA, A NO-CONTEST STIPULATION IN THE CHAMPIONS CONTRACT, WHEN THE CHAMPIONS REFUSED TO DEFEND THE TITLE THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY NAMED THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS THE NEW CHAMPIONS, ONCE THE TITLES WERE STRIPPED FROM THE CHAMPIONS,U-OLE, PULLED THE MASKED LUCHADOR INTO THE RING AND PINNED HIM, THIS CEMENTED THE REIGN, AND EVEN THE LOSSED CHAMPIONS GAVE CONGRADES TO THE NEW CHAMPIONS.
WE DON'T KNOW IF IT'S TRUE OR NOT, BUT THE APPEARANCE OF A NEW TEAM IN THE HIGHLY POPULAR WORLD BRAND RASSLIN, COMPANY NAMED THE DUO NUMBER FOUR IN THEIR INTERNATIONAL SERIES ( A TAGTEAM TOURNAMENT) BUT THE OPPOSING SIDE HAD A NEW TAGTEAM NAMED " RIVERRATTS" (PANINI PRESTON ANDAUX AMANDES ) WHO RESEMBLED THE COSTA RICAIN DUO. WORLD REKNBOWNED GRAPPLER, CUSSIN PAGE, CALLED OUT BOTH TEAMS TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SITUATION, BUT ONE TEAM DESIDED TO JOKE AROUND, AND SENT OUT TWO WOMEN DRESSED AS MEN IN MASKED TO ANWSER THE CHALLENGE. FORTUNATLY FOR THE FANS THE RIVERRATS RECORDED THE ANWSER TO THE CHALLENGE EALIER, THEY ACSEPTED THE CHALLENGE, AND THE MATCH WAS MADE FOR HOUSE SHOW PRIOR TO THE MAINEVENT TELEVISION EVENT. WE DON'T KNOW WHO THESE GUY'S ARE BUT WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THESE PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY,
Time warp
1979 2ST started to broad cast
In the Southern Highlands as AM radio
1999 2ST started to transmit in FM
Although these are land marks
The biggest gamble is yet to come
In 1982 2ST hired Graeme Day
Present day
Or is it Graeme Day
If you are a local you know
There is
The right way
The wrong way
And Graeme’s way
Graeme may not be right
But he is vocal about his way
With a heart of gold
A level head full of information
Combined with a sense of humour
Graeme’s love affair with the microphone
Passion for the Southern Highlands
Cheeky smile
Inquisitive personality
Need to
Answer questions
And get to the bottom of things
Graeme will not let any
Issue or subject shut him up
After doing his research
Boots and all
Like a pit bull dog
He jumps in
And doesn’t let go
Until the truth comes out
People have suggested that
Graeme run for council
But Graeme feels
He can do more good
Behind the microphone
Keeping the councillors
On the straight and narrow
Graeme Day is the voice
The voice of the Southern Highlands
The voice of Justice
The voice of reason
The voice that soothes the Southern Highlands
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
I just don't understand why I am here at the police station
They tell me they brought me in to question me on what I might know about a murder spree
Why are they questioning me? I know nothing about murder, I know nothing under the sun
They even have me handcuffed to a desk, they must think I might flee.
But there is no reason for this, I haven't committed a murder or a crime
Then two men come into the small room, all they keep saying is confess
Confess? To what? I don't know what they are talking about so I remain as silent as a mime
I only say I had nothing to do with this murderous mess.
Still insisting I am a killer, I search my mind and just as before there is nothing I know
They tell me this killer has killed ten people in a most bloody and horrendous way
How can they even think I could be this insane foe?
If I knew anything I would tell them without delay.
They start to believe me, I think, so they want me to talk with a psychologist, a head doctor
I agree to the request just wondering what is it they think they will find out
Then a smart looking lady comes into the room telling me she wishes to talk with me a little more
She promises to get to the bottom of this, of this she has no doubt.
She wants to put me under hypnosis all I can say is," Why not?
It takes her a few minutes but then I am no longer who I was
Another person comes forth, someone I don't know, someone filled with anger, filled with quite a lot
I see this other person doing and saying awful things just because.
This person I see him trying to entice a girl, but I never see his face
He talks the girl to going with him, this I can clearly see
Then I see a flash of light, a reflection I think, then a look of pain on her face
What I see is the blade of a knife and in it's reflection, I see his face, Oh my God what I see well it is me
Given he choice between winning the lottery,
And changing my Doctor,
I'd stick with the Doctor I have.
There is only one other I have more faith in than my Doctor,
To get to the bottom of any health issues I may have.
He always orders the right tests,
And goes easy on the pills.
All the money in the world,
Is no good if your Doctor is a pill pusher,
With the belief that being overwhelmed,
Is the same as being depressed.
I shudder to think where my health would be at,
If my Doctor was not my Doctor.
I am halfway through my Chemotherapy,
Mainly due to my Doctor,
Who went to bat for me, to overturn a refusal,
On the request for a colonoscopy,
Without which I would not have even started Chemotherapy.
Although I am doing my best to wrap my brains around all of this, there's just no way to dismiss some meaningful things I dearly miss. Quarantining for the purpose of containment of a deadly virus is something we have to live with for the survival of all of us.
This morning about a half-past six, I became fixated on a venue that had to be curtailed because of the CoronavirusCOVID 19. The venue was very meaningful to the group, and as I thought upon the beauty of the Tuesday mornings we shared, I began to write. It's easy to think about what was, when it's hard to do something new. For nearly two years I have met with a few other men for breakfast. By the way, to all concerned, methinks this is a good time to make it clear that it isn't true that we only talk about cars, sports, and weather forecasts.
Anyway, initially, I thought that I could never appreciate and be an integral part of something that did not have prayer or Bible as the centerpiece of its focus. But as I meditated on the matter, I dared myself to do something different and began to like the entire idea. It was basically a 'Get-together about nothing'. I recalled that one of my best TV shows was 'a show about nothing'.
The beauty of nothingness can be seen in an atmosphere where there is no agenda. The platform is open, the plan is tossed, and the props are removed and demolished. The purpose is certain and always Christian based, but the process is a mystery. It's an 'outside the box' experience where things could go over the top, but there is no yearning to get to the bottom of things. It's a time of 'just let it happen, or not'. It's a potluck of fellowship and familiarity where nothing of certainty is brought to the table, but where a heart full of substance is always taken from the table. It's a gathering where life is fluid and flows like a peaceful river. It's a river that's very aware that its greatest asset is its tributaries. The beauty of nothingness is not a preplanned analysis of skin-deep or beneath the surface modeling; but rather, it is an ocean of discovery. On this early Tuesday morning, I'm quarantined and ok, but I'm missing something.
033120PoSp
Quick! Let’s get to the bottom of it.
uncover the answers we seek
aggressively we are being spoon fed
running like desperados
Asymptomatic ; stuck in a circle of chaos
nevermind what we do not know
too much is shrouded in paranoia
inconvenient to look below the surface
now forced isolation, mindset changes,
Earth healing; may be what can free us.
And I'm concerned, afraid, got the railroad crossing blues and the jazz that plays so low and desolation looms like the ghost of Christmas past/ And the band wraps up and it's time to go home but the blues is still crawling around inside my head like desolation and the lone watchman/on the peak is scrawling poems like rattlesnakes' bites/ And the blues plays low and sweet and melancholy/While the train whistle sounds so lonely in the deep night/ and this is what I do the jazz the blues drenched in sweat and staggering in the lonely night/ This is an intro into my world, my poems, my sound, culminating in a book called Beat, writings & Ramblings published by book fuel and on sale at amazon/ end of plug/ Late in the evening and thinking of Kerouac and Ginsberg
and wondering where I fit in/ but the train don't run here no more no more, the train don't run here no more/ The jazz played on and on and we partied and smoked and never looked back but that was yesterday and today I type and set loose words upon a page that no-one will read but the b-bop cats and jive masters/ always wondered what happens when you get to the bottom of this page/ be-bop be-bop and the forgotten words meshed into something altogether
different/ This is who I am
The bride had grand dreams of wedded bliss
Sealed at the alter with a pure kiss
Alas the groom
Forecast her doom,
"I shall get to the bottom of this!"
I just don't understand why I am here at the police station
They tell me they brought me in to question me on what I might know about a murder spree
Why are they questioning me? I know nothing about murder, I know nothing under the sun
They even have me handcuffed to a desk, they must think I might flee.
But there is no reason for this, I haven't committed a murder or a crime
Then two men come into the small room, all they keep saying is confess
Confess? To what? I don't know what they are talking about so I remain as silent as a mime
I only say I had nothing to do with this murderous mess.
Still insisting I am a killer, I search my mind and just as before there is nothing I know
They tell me this killer has killed ten people in a most bloody and horrendous way
How can they even think I could be this insane foe?
If I knew anything I would tell them without delay.
They start to believe me, I think, so they want me to talk with a psychologist, a head doctor
I agree to the request just wondering what is it they think they will find out
Then a smart looking lady comes into the room telling me she wishes to talk with me a little more
She promises to get to the bottom of this, of this she has no doubt.
She wants to put me under hypnosis all I can say is," Why not?
It takes her a few minutes but then I am no longer who I was
Another person comes forth, someone I don't know, someone filled with anger, filled with quite a lot
I see this other person doing and saying awful things just because.
This person I see him trying to entice a girl, but I never see his face
He talks the girl to going with him, this I can clearly see
Then I see a flash of light, a reflection I think, then a look of pain on her face
What I see is the blade of a knife and in it's reflection, I see his face, Oh my God what I see well it is me.