Best Inter Poems
"Environmental suits all checked and rechecked. The chamber is sealed."
"PROCEED!".
"We're losing barometric pressure!"
"COMPENSATE!"
"Energy output is constant."
"The rift is stabilizing sir. Air pressure is equivalent to about 15,000 feet altitude."
"Spectrum analysis suggests a red star. That can't be right!"
"Still holding constant."
"EXTEND THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL LENS!"
"Lens breaching the rift."
"Looks about 3000 Kelvin. Oh my God!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"Something humanoid is looking back at us."
"THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO BE JOKING!"
"I'm serious sir. I'm switching to a broader view plane."
"No joke, Sir. I saw it too!"
"HOW COULD ANYTHING SURVIVE AT THAT TEMPERATURE?!"
"I did too, and it looked human."
"I've got more of them."
"The depth of field is very shallow, those behind it are blurry."
"What the Hell have we found here?"
"EXACTLY. DISENGAGE KEYHOLE NOW! NOW! NOW!"
20190123
Fortress of peace ...
dark entrance
Graduated depths,
steps icy
No more emotional eruptions
just volcanic slumber —
Something inside has died
Quiet brood ...
at what price came this cursed silent relief?
Left with only a lonely penance,
seems the calculations weren’t heartfelt
Wavy shadow movements increase
Flickering regret moments,
tears dripping ... briefly melting Arctic attitudes
Aurora nightfall gives illuminated rest,
as smouldering rage slowly cease
Wind whispers listen at a frosty distance,
creating such tranquil space
Gathering calm
beckons a cavern catacomb soul to go
where another rappel elevated heart went
Open mountain air ... no secret crevices
for the solitude to hide
Inter the cold,
and let the cooling revive
Let the northern exposure erase
all of the igneous pain
As the buried passion escape ...
feel the snow peak
kindled heat,
and watch the bonding of the flames
borealis rise
I would love to be your companion
In times when you feel alone
I would love to be your comfort
When life takes a sad turn
I would love to carry you
When you feet get a little too heavy
I would love to be your smile
When your mouth turn into a frown
I would love to be your oasis
When drought comes knocking on your door
I would love to be all those things and more
But I can’t…
I want you to find your niche
I want you to find your fortitude
Trust yourself
Do not become too needy
One day I might disappoint you
You might walk around discontented
While I am oblivious to your feelings
Be reliant on God;
He is the only one that knows all your fears
He knows your deepest desires
Ultimately he has your best at heart
Trust Him more
Than you ever did me
©061120151438
Of Inter-Racial Marriage
By Elton Camp
Few topics from writing should be exempt
This one, perhaps, very few would attempt
To write on such a topic, some might scare
But I am old enough that I really don’t care
In this State years ago, you couldn’t choose
A marriage license authorities would refuse
A wedding of black and white you never saw
Because it was a violation of established law
Then awareness of civil rights came around
And the courts rightly struck such laws down
But bigoted social pressure was still in place
And it held such marriages to be a disgrace
“A white girl who’d marry a black is a whore.”
You heard stupid stuff like that and even more
Black father said, “Take a white for your wife
And that will surely bring an end to my life.”
It’s true that marriage is complicated at best
And racial differences will add to all the rest
It seems that prejudiced feelings now do fade
And to wed whom you want fewer are afraid
If some member of the KKK comes around
And sees this poem, for sure he will frown
Yet, a bigger concern does him now annoy:
“I certainly do hope my girl marries a boy.”
The Mind power will over take anything nature throws at it. The brain can change how tall you are, how happy you are, and how your life will be until it stops working. There are things out there that are designed to fool you.The enemy will never attack from the front. You will get hit on your left and right flanks. Maybe from behind depending on who you are with. That is the way of life. Hang with the best and never be touched, Be with the average and wish not to be touched. Be with the lowest and you will have adapted to being touched and can only function whne touched. You need it to eat, sleep, and think. Where do you want to be?
My mind is as fascinated with investments and divestments
as my body is attracted to healthy and beautiful vestments,
and haunted by prospects of naked loss of home
and integral identity.
My vested interests emerge issues and concerns about nutrition,
as opposed to malnutrition.
Nutrition, whether economic or political,
pursues ecologically systemic complexity.
PolyCultural nutrition can be consumed and produced by a healthy cooperative ecosystem,
while a monoculturally disturbed and aggressive absence of balance
harmony
grace
perpetuates internal v external systemic trauma.
We would all prefer,
regardless of cultural history of our vestments,
avoiding Other's aggressive win/lose values
without win/win cooperative body-health/mind-wealth merit
as effectively democratic,
confluently inclusive,
peacefully compassionate
as possible
through clear polypathic discernment,
multiculturally resilient wellness
passion/pleasure co-invested,
economically and politically co-arising
enlightening and empowering
compelling
spacious and timeless
harmoniously cooperative wealth
overwhelmingly vested
in nondual co-arising
mind/body
passion/pleasure climaxing
wealth/health co-infested experience
Whether the pantheistically connected mind of an ant
or polypathically EarthMother nurtured human,
whether the soulful voice of a river
or polyculturing choices of a rich forest,
or the SunFather enlightened spirit
of EarthMother's empowering cooperative nature
My mind invests in
and divests of
anthropocentric economic and political
monoculturing monotheistic history
Of healthy bodies and beautiful minds
spaciously and timelessly
haunted by monoculturing prospects
of sacred EarthMother's loveless loss,
homeless absence
of cooperatively organic
panentheistic Gaian integrity.
EarthTribe's co-empathic
beautifully invested mind,
fascinating co-empathic body-divestments,
where curious polypathic nature's nutrition
cultivates spiritual-mental health diversions,
spaciously enlightened and timelessly wealthy
co-arising authentically enlightened
and integrally empowering
bicameral left/righteousness
Polypathically organic minds
fascinated with investments and divestments
of panentheistically sacred bodies
attracted to politically healthy
and economically wealthy
creolizing Gaian co-infestments.
The banks of my River encircled the Buck
as it came in the Night
seeking solace, giving me rest too
it was smooth and sure
as it drank from my River
when flowing into the oasis of my Heart
stars lighting the Way of Togetherness
River and Buck knew it was tied with an
Invisible Bond
The world is a paradox and
No one can tell
Which is heaven or which is hell
And only the ones left weeping
Will ever fortell
Its not till your booted from the door
That you learn
What it was for
~~Ice Cream Delight!~~
International Ice Cream MonthJULY 15th
Benjamin Franklin was the very one.
In the year of 1771.
While in France dessert did come.
What is this wonderful delight!?
"Ice cream dear sir,
I hope you like."
With quill and ink
And much insight.
He acquired the recipe that night.
And sent it back across the sea.
To share Ice Cream.
With you and me................
By MAFLongfellow
No Primus Inter Pares
Germans at the Costa Brava they just cannot yield
‘Brava’ the fight and they are conquering once more
Always the first on the beach or the striped deck chair but
The towel goes right up front and then they have breakfast
They claim their place in the sun and colonize the pool
I’m not a racist am German myself light skinned at dawn
Prejudice Discrimination Stereotype or double innocent vision
When too much sun meets a squinting eye of any beholder
Ready with parasol and sombrero and not enough lotion
To make sure I blend colourfully in and pretend I am native
Ingenious maybe but indigenous nowhere near but at my home
Not first under equals just one of the travelling circus’ crowd
I stake my claim forget all about physics in diabolical parable
Parabolic distant same old points and lines but when will I learn
That the sun scorches at high noon whatever I attempt
That horizons only widen when travelling in much truer fashion
Far and further afield immersion in less indifferent ventures
Brings me closer to peace to my own roots unburdens my search
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal under a midnight moon shadow absorbed
The Grand Canyon looked for precious Yellow Stone wisdom
Pyramids at Giza tear gas at Tahrir Square caves in Cappadocia
Never setting sun in Rovaniemi Omaha Beach and trenches in Belgium
I took local busses towards nowhere with no imminent return
No plan no target no defined ambition not steps merely ticked
Call me a voyeur in slums townships or favelas a frotteur with no towel
But I was made welcome once I shed my emperor’s colonial clothes
My luxury problems became smaller when I returned to the start
The gifts of the present the past and my very privileged future
One way or another I cannot and need not shed European origin
But my Universe has become less ignorant and a bit more unsure
23th July 2018
Each animal species has
its own wisdom to share;
the human species ego though,
doesn’t seem to be aware.
Each species has its social structure,
an education it gladly shares.
All nurturing and loving,
survival ways and cares.
Each raises its own children,
trains them to be aware,
of good and bad things around them
and how to cope and fare.
They learn from us humans,
we can learn from them.
Observation is the key to
sharing all wisdom.
INTER - NATION PRONUNCIATION
My transatlantic friend’s adored
We reach across the ocean
Communications although flawed
Won’t lessen my devotion
She looks pure and sweet indeed
With fair visage clear although her
Voice as if she’s just smoked weed
With pitch half octave lower
Though we’re sharing the same lingo
And her presence makes me glad
There’s a problem here by jingo
For her words can make me sad
When my health is on the mend
And that makes me glad or gladder
This assertion she’ll extend:-
‘You’re looking so much badder’
I guess to her my accent’s shot
And sounds as if it’s such that
I will say ‘the weather’s hot - what what!’
And not rhyme it with ‘hat’
But we’ll muddle through so that
We resolve all our confusions
Just distinguish ‘bet’ from ‘bat’
Avert risking grave contusions
.................
If we temperate our scoff or is it scoff
We need never call the whole thing off
"What are these people
doing in my living
room?"
A querulous, trembling,
serious query
furrowed anxious brows
fear floods
his toes –
"What are they doing
here?"
The people who weren’t there just
watched him,
arms crossed
motionless
silent
They just stood there
and watched him
Across the room,
across wide, saddened, tear-drenched miles,
A sister
calls 911
from another state
of mind than his
He’s afraid of them –
She’s afraid for him –
Helpless
How to make the deadly seem less murderous,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV,
ICBM, AIDS, HIV...
Acronyms make the fatal commonplace,
Eviscerate the emotion, like machine code,
Surgically remove the humanity...
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF,
DOA, MIA, CCF...
Pretty soon nothing will be real,
And fear will be devoured by letters,
We will smile by the bonfires...
CJD, FAM, ME,
CJD, FAM, ME,
CJD, FAM, ME.
Alphabetic fragments of bite-sized tragedy,
Easy to swallow?
Or maybe not...
FSD, USA - FU!
a riddle in verse
What is the number of years
Israel roamed the wilderness
if we divide it by ten?
What is the number of ears
on a frog duo warbling so loudly
your head is starting to spin?
What is the number of gears
on an average-size semitruck
minus half of a dozen?
What is the number of beers
found in a guzzler’s six pack
if two of them are missin’?
Riddled number whether in Rome or right here
tells us how often we celebrate Leap Year.
The Gregorian calendar makes it quite clear.
Pope Gregory XIII made ten days disappear.
February 10, 2020
Juliet Ligon's contest: What's in a Number?