Best Latency Poems
It happened quickly, not three full days
after the last sturdy leaf of the
flowering linden tree surrendered to
late fall winds.
Snowfall, lots of it. Over a foot
the first time. Shoveling, digging out,
slow traffic, and all those school closings.
A combination of weighty snow and hard ice.
At night, after the snow finally stopped, the
ebony sky drew the remaining ground
warmth off into the frozen atmosphere
to dissipate. Ice crystals in the atmosphere
surrounded the moon with a shimmering halo.
Approaching a full moon, it shines regally
like a pure white tea cup wearing a silver crown.
It presaged months of deep cold and ice.
The landscape is fortress walls of drifted and
machine plowed snow. At night kaleidoscope
patterns shimmer from the glow of street lights. Frozen
rainbows of color greeting us when we venture out.
Beauty in a season of latency and cold.
Artistry and tranquility amid an austere landscape.
The onset of our most dreary season or
assent to time in evolution?
Soon, not too many days hence, we will awaken
to the pattering and splashing of rain as
all life flows with new spring waters.
New Snow
Does the student know? Does the teacher know?
The lessons are many and days are few.
In the class, some are quick and some are slow.
Some will progress and some will make do.
People choose subjects without being sure.
They have no experience, only hope.
Teachers and students discuss and endure
problems and strategies to help them cope
with future events or recent mistakes.
Outside their campus, students use theory.
They use new knowledge to elaborate
and specialized language to query.
There is no way to measure their chances.
Even slow students will make advances.
Phew!! No More, No More!
That internet really works hard for me,
Broadband almost collides with a star,
Races, whirs and displaces latency,
Drives fast as a speedy, sly race car.
Whenever I want information specific,
About something eccentric or opaque,
I get out those long sentences horrific,
For google, to disperse the mystique.
I search using giant, long questions,
And even end them with a question mark,
And it shoots out several hits, locations,
For my personal analysis and remark.
In the wording of sensation,
we weathered the bells and savored the sanction,
community well,
latency incantation.
The remote had fallen in...
Rapturous roaring took any din,
...because they bothered so hard the made men,
took shares with every invasion,
or wasn't it a sword hidden by the very lord?
Taking it's vengeance and stages in a win?
Step right up! Settle right in!
For I’ve a tale for you I’ll spin.
Step right up enjoy the show,
I’ll tell you things you already know.
The beauty of it is I make it sound new.
This magical tale I’ll spin for you.
I’m a North American Shaman,
A Shakespearean sage,
A snake oil salesman,
Post latency age.
My goal is simple as you’ll soon see,
To slip from your grasp quick as can be.
Cause I’m slick as owl spit on plate glass,
as I talk I’ll pull facts from the cleft of my sass.
By the time you realize what it is that I’ve said,
I’ll be gone to the next show, cause you are brain dead.
Woke up to your possessor calling.
Vehement jealousy interrogating
A confrontation been expecting.
Bit my tongue.
Hesitate injecting.
Why? What was wrong?
Her complacency in the way
Toxic courtship to prolong
My indecency
A tiresome cliché
Not the first one, to sing this song
Or the last, malignancy
She passed through my gray
Shining white Human grace
Divine light
Abolished latency
Blood, time and space
Will make things right
Unfed appetite
Plight of Exigency
END.
Written Saturday November 29th 2014
Inspired write. No further explanation.
By J.R. Thornton
Life is spiral of smoke flying to nowhere
What lives after a man is dead is emptiness
The latency of life flies away as the spirit
Back to where it came from
The worldly world remain behind with a casket
And a few tales and stories
To be retold exaggerated or down played
There is no more glory, valor or beauty
What counts is the total deeds one performed
To fellow humans and the world in totally
Possessions and titles are but nothing
Footprints will be erased by the blowing wind
Or even washed by the torrents of rain
Man live to love others
Live decently and meaningfully human
For you live only once
There is no repeat nor trial
God is a poet and created in her image we want to believe. How inspiring to others we can be. Everyone has a poem inside of them racing to be found and emblazoned with all that is glorious and universally spot on. Don't erase. Don't embrace either. Once you find the words to inscribe what you think and what you feel they simply reveal just that. Historically true and spot on. A brilliant formation of words abiding by grammatical laws set forth to be discovered and interpreted by a singular moment of revelation. God how inspiring to others you can be. If that is what you were meant to be. You will do. Search for meaning in words set and arranged around thought and inspiration for others to interpret literally, metaphorically, subliminally in its latency and manifestation. God how inspiring your content can be. You will go forth and be.
Sloe,
and black as Gin
I am the slave
of the spated, sibilant river.
It is opaque and powerful,
panting wearily like a dog.
It waits
and implores me,
to drink the perfumed wet earth
from which its voice emits.
In gasps as muted as wisdom,
I grapple in grated tones
to quench the voices of ancestral hunger,
reciting the names of your Wiccan tale.
And, as of fire
eddies of heat and colour form
turbulent sweet taste,
imminent in their thermal latency,
dark in the discomfort of daytime.
For where there is light, there are shadows too.
In this chaos of burning,
I pray for the violence of weather,
Its elemental desire forms the essence of all memory.
Again and again, I inhale a thousand times
the smoky haze of change
against the image of charred water on charcoal.
I am burnt against the cool of evening,
the darkening sky,
and the beat of flaming water on stone.
It is a visceral vision.
I feel the age,
It is as old as the swans of coole,
as certain as the solitary song of Herbsttag,
as definite as the will of water.
Silent atmosphere
Moving in a move of silent
Latency of thought in mind violent
A silent in words
A yaurning attitude curds
Dismantling a curfew in mind surds
Why a yaurn arises ?
The phenomenon of carbon dioxide increase
Or a oxygen level decrease
Keep your fences of thought open ways
Let the pure air come in always
Removes the bad air come out
So the phenomenon of outer ambience affects on
The lack of interest in the inner ambience affects to yaurn
All that I counted gain was but loss
(In the spots whereto Latency teems).
On cut, polished stones in fields of dreams,
Each pirate's loot was marked with a cross,
Where dreamers and their dreams were serried;
The tollbooth had lulled them all to sleep
Within the interment parcels, deep,
Hidden in earthen vessels buried
In plain view on these treasure islands;
Panegyrics soon voiced his pleasures
Of unknown descendants' veiled measures
Of wisdoms covered on these highlands,
Boxed with talents, volumes, inventions,
Signed with this epitaph on each tomb-
"Potential sealed up after the womb
Will pave this road with good intentions.
Thus, rob your own grave, enlarged since birth,
Of pains, knowledge, and the fear to fail;
True Natures make known your visions well;
Empty your treasure-troves upon earth."
Does light exist
without an object
to reflect against
Are good intentions
worth the time
as latency projects
The cobblestones
that lead to hell
a long and one-way path
Without an act
of conscious will
—a future damning past
(Villanova University: March, 2023)
God is a poet and created in her image we want to believe. How inspiring to others we can be. Everyone has a poem inside of them racing to be found and emblazoned with all that is glorious and universally spot on. Don't erase. Don't embrace either. Once you find the words to inscribe what you think and what you feel they simply reveal just that. Historically true and spot on. A brilliant formation of words abiding by grammatical laws set forth to be discovered and interpreted by a singular moment of revelation. God how inspiring to others you can be. If that is what you were meant to be. You will do. Search for meaning in words set and arranged around thought and inspiration for others to interpret literally, metaphorically, subliminally in its latency and manifestation. God how inspiring your content can be. You will go forth and be.
Throw it down
Two-score tomasina
Shed the decade that
Never belonged to you
Anyway
Battle back
As you reinvent
Misconstrue and smack
Your latency
Delayed disgust
Molding contempt with
Sheer disregard
As if needs to be
Acknowledged
Your stand
Our plight and opportunity
Traverse the course
Before it reverses you
You know
The you remembered
The you that casts off
Without a plan
Except survival
Revival
And the cocksure joy in
Knowing that second chances
May come around
More than once.
(6/27/05)
And so, thus lies intent ...
Gatekeeper of innumerable dreams,
And the sour fruit of all left unrealized.
Oh grand, the castles constructed in its name -
Forlorn and fallow, the kingdoms it has forsaken.
Madness and misery creep its shadows ...
All wonder and wisdom dance in its wake,
Yet, it is an apparition that waits, alone
An angel of breath and dynamism ...
Or a demon ... of latency.