Best Necessitates Poems
Shortcuts are best suited to desktop on the computer,
Not intended for the average commuter.
You will always get cut short, if you try one from a plane,
And shortcuts from a train only ends in pain.
Your stay on a ship may be short, should you slip.
Cars don't normally fly, so don't even try.
One on a bike, could result in quite a hike.
A shortcut while running, is not very cunning.
Walking with a book, may change the way you look.
Shortcuts should not be undertaken by the average builder,
Not even for a guilder.
Any shortcuts with tools, is only for fools.
It could be your loss, if you take shortcuts to please the boss.
Trying them when you cook, will only make you crook.
Shortcuts while cutting up food, may not put you in the mood to eat that food.
And shortcuts when unwell, could find you down a well.
A shortcut when drinking, will set other's hearts to aching.
If you are looking for fun, don't take a shortcut with a gun.
Getting caught short makes shortcut a must, if you don't want to bust.
A shortcut from a map, will see no mishap.
Dogs and large cats in your way, makes a shortcut ok.
Avoiding a fight sometimes necessitates one, even excuses having to run.
Though my best advice, before you hit the wall,
Most shortcuts are no use at all.
Manage your time and your shortcuts will decline.
If reading this has made you late,
I take no responsibility for any shortcut, you care to contemplate.
Today they believed the lies
the distorted truths… the accusations… and wrong-doing cries
the created fabrications which are easy to consume
conceptualizations and distortions… abundant and abloom.
Responsibility once assumed… but now rarely seen
reality now falsified… made convoluted… and obscene.
And the beat goes on….
as the mind is twisted
like that character… on Prodigal Son.
And while these false narratives appear
which the perpetrator wishes that all will embrace
the ego desperately asserts and manipulates
loyalty and trust is what it requires, and necessitates
but the soul is slaughtered… beaten… and no where to be found
and truth is tossed… lost… by perplexing theories which abound
while delusion….
leaves nothing but despair and mind confusion.
And life goes on….
the mind twisted
like that character… on Prodigal Son.
Zika Virus What Next
It is officially announced, there is a global health emergency...
World Health Organisation (WHO) has just issued this health warning...
The rapid spread of the Zika Virus is an international public health emergency..
From its first outbreak was detected in Brazil in May last year...
This mosquito borne disease now threatens in more than 20 countries....
Latest to join the strickened Latin American countries are Costa Rica and Jamaica.
The science behind the global outbreak of this disease is of much concern...
For the Zika Virus was first encountered in a rhesus macaque monkey in Uganda..
It is very worrisome, for this disease has jumped from animals to humans...
The rapid spread was in part due to the lack of immunity in our species...
It is after all a virus that profilerated before only in the monkey species....
Its drastic spread in the Latin Americans now necessitates travel advisories...
Once afflicted, a human victim suffers 2-7 days of low grade fever, joint pains..
No fatalities yet, but symptomatic patients suffers a facial rash that spreads ...
Diagnosis is tricky, its symptons easily confused with other mosquito diseases...
But the greatest danger is threat of brain damage and microcephaly in new born babies...
And the spread of the virus through sexual contact and the blood stream is for real...
Prevention is better than cure, so is precaution before things get out of hand..
The common denominator in the rapid widespread of this scourge is a pesky insect...
One tiny little hellish insect with little wings that stridently brings victims into contact...
A little nip from an infected insect, the Zika virus is introduced into the victim's blood stream..
This dangerous little pesky insect is none other than the common mosquito...
To be specific it is the tiger stripped and blood thirsty Aedes mosquito...
Prevalently found in early morning hours and in the late afternoon daylight hours ...
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Do whatever it takes, so long you escape from the irritating mosquito bites..
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Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts,
Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed).
A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome breeze
That taste of zest & adventure infused; with distilled memory’s,
And (sensed) delights unmet “as yet”.the wend of life so rich,
surrounds my mind & senses like the abundant shining light.
That upon the varied tableaux glow, before falls the lilac scented night.
Through all the turvy ways, and livelong day,
I’ll count the picket fences, as I travel or Stop to gaze.
I look out onto the pastureland that runs between the towns,
Observing rolling verdant turf, and cattle with thoughtful frowns.
The Holstein herds and Jersey cows, with Friesians ’mooing low’,
Character houses stand on hillocks; a horse & buggy moving slow.
There are tended lawns with a velvet like pile,
that have entered my awareness, these pleasant miles,
And on the horizon moving; (waits) that shimmering rippling run.
Of a blue & ribboning shoreline where pleasure necessitates fun.
There wind can like a lion roar, or call like turtle doves
With New Jersey soul superimposing the whole in the USA that I love!...
©Joe Maverick 1-6-2011Copyright)
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
From the deep recesses of mind
emerges a stimulation
that necessitates a defined
sudden, high-level invention.
Once imagined its stay is brief
and must be dealt with before lost
to distraction. I would as lief
act on its potential than toss
it on an unheeding scrapheap.
Each notion is temporary
and must be exploited to reap
whatever essence there might be
notwithstanding it goes to seed
or an idea that succeeds.
Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter?
Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?
The Caucasians and Australians architectural designs formed.
Does anyone know why people of color are called the dumb ones?
A discovery of DNA found that the mongoloid blood was the riches.
Next came the blood of Africa.
Never last are Caucasoid and Australoid..
Are all men created equal?
We learn from each other.
Civilization had to discourse.
The measure of a man ascertains rationality.
Therefore, woman must measure up.
The unearthing via Social Science defined humankind in their cultures.
They travel to Africa to trek in their secret gardens.
They stop first in Europe to research the humanities.
Australia was a philosophical best.
North America is the continent they commence.
In South America, tillage ethos shouted.
In all, they found the landforms to be vast and the social stigma was that of somebodies with beliefs and values.
We have taught each other well.
From war and upward-downward spiraling of discrimination, we are dumbfounded.
Our socio-political and social-religious depiction necessitates our members to
be demarcated.
Therefore, we must be innovative to delineate a diverse world.
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PENNED ON MAY 30, 2014!
Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine;
Delighted, even if I divine light define;
If, like an orange, the details I do not peel,
Will my rhyme-lyric like an angelus-bell, peal?
Like a disciplined mother rearing her infant,
Timely sleeping, rising, nourishing comprehend;
Shaping each brick of my creation if I build,
Will my greatest works as unskilled ever get grilled?
Is my concept clear as a transparent crystal?
Does my thought target, shoot as sure as a pistol?
Do my ideas, views flow like fluent rivers?
Are my imageries as reflected as mirrors?
If I write 'pudding' when I need to write 'wedding'
When it necessitates making the amending;
If my ego, like a wall, stands strong on the way,
I'm not a poet perfect; I should get away.
As the wave-sound of the sea both feeble and rough,
As the chirping of birds are coarsely sweet enough;
As wild animals have roars, gibber, brays, and hums,
My words should vary from simple to complex-sums.
Is a writer full in him that he should not read?
Do the shores of the seas ever a limit need?
Voraciousness in keenness make my wisdom vast,
The wisest of wisdom should be my true breakfast.
11 August 2021
The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know Poetry Contest
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*VIDEO of Barry Lyndon's Final by YouTube.
LYRICS by numbers.
As Loyal as a Dove
Whereth a realm ebbs loyal subjects 0:06
Causeth Spring to be it forever more 0:16
Whereth be it tide laurels of passion 0:18
Alphabets play in yards of seclusion 0:26
Transparency knew months thereon 0:29
Therefrom gaiety frolicky spirit astir 0:39
Henceforth hold lest not 'tis waning 0:41
Be immortal season on wings of joy 0:50
Immeasurable willpower delegates 0:58
Unceasing forwardness, true fronts 0:59
Incurable frivolity impatiently afoot 1:10
Breathtaking interludes tuned suite 1:15
Feathers fan away a star's ray, afar 1:16
Stars gather in secret pet the moon 1:25
Unbeknownst calamity claims total 1:36
A day breaks and cracks wide open 1:41
Incomprehensible devastation loss 1:42
Irrevocable damages seething part 1:50
Uncoupling necessitates the palace 1:51
Continuity of the kingdom is crucial 1:59
Proper impressions aire of decency 2:04
Parfume redolence domestics perk 2:09
A moral obligation in order to retain 2:15
Blank gaze across a room, coop ok 2:21
Dove pens away in her gilded cage 2:32
Schubert Piano Trio in E Flat Op 100
Film: Barry Lyndon
2022 July 26
Pack his suitcase,
say goodbye.
Tears don't even
reach my eye
"Come back safely.
Do take care."
Then he's gone, and
I'm left there
Give a smile, and
don't complain
What's the use?
Just bear the pain
Hours of empty,
voiceless time!
Countless trips
should be a crime.
Time to clean, for
he'll be back.
All I've left
is paltry snack.
Home a while then
off again
It's his job
to save from sin
Pack his suitcase,
then unpack.
There's no way
to get time back
Special times just
gone amiss.
Rushed goodbyes,
and hurried kiss
Weeks and months,
yes, years go by.
Getting old,
and soon I'll die
When I'm gone
I'll be at rest
No pack/unpack
No empty nest
Let another
stay behind;
someone else
he's sure to find,
but I know that
she'll complain.
He won't go
to keep her sane
I hope one day
he'll come to see
what he did
was cruel to me
Lonely days that
merged to nights.
Sighs and tears...
It was not right
Too late he'll know
he broke my heart.
Those trips he took?
That time apart?
Broke me, killed me,
stole my life
"Work is second!
First is wife!"
The simple truth
he could not see.
Now there's nothing
Left of me.
Eileen Manassian
In way of explanation: both my husband and I work for our church organisation, and he has a leadership role which necessitates travel to the countries in the Middle East and North Africa. He has to travel. It's part of his job description, but it doesn't make it any easier for me, especially since I work full time and am a caregiver to my 88 year old dad who had alzhiemers. If we want to get retirement benefits, we need to keep working for the organisation, so... there is that. I'm just tired of it.. that's all. I've been alone so many times...depression sets in before he travels and while he's away. It's been this way for years. I read him the poem today :(. He knows I'm posting it. To be fair... he's cut down on some of it because of my mental health. There is a spouse allowance for travel, but the timing doesn't coincide with my teaching scedule and I can't leave dad anyway. This is just a angst filled reflection on how it feels to be lonely.
Oh, empty quill
On brittle parchment
Why with such zeal
Do you deride me?
Such power to prevent
A single word
From being scratched out
Repudiating inspiration
For the moment
Forbidding me
To imbibe of breath
Tell me of that
With which I have sinned
That warrants this pain
This censure…
Necessitates from accusation
This allegation
Which I must answer
Before judgment
Surges forth
Washing over me
If I bloody those pages
Dirty your eyes
Holding my verse
Contemptible
I shall answer you
Without vanity’s mask
To abstain from
Penning my verse
Upon your note paper
My compositions
Will be now penned
In the blood of autumn frost
On the windblown foliage
Contented throughout
That no evil can be read
On wind scattered verses
Of me…
Friendships are akin to an established tree,
In order for both to flourish and survive;
It necessitates a certain measure of attention,
Just to maintain, permitting both to thrive.
Many times friendships become constrained,
Due to circumstances that living presents.
Most often we're occupied and through neglect,
Have forgotten what a relationship represents.
I will not always be correct in my affairs,
But I'll generally be following my heart.
I'll never intentionally leave you hurting,
But nurturing your friendship as fine art.
Frequently I present myself with this question,
If my friendship to another could be traded;
Would it be for sale and / or at what price,
Or by no means would you be persuaded.
Primordial begs a question. Precursor answers,
prior request. Clarity necessitates perspective
anchored. Pre-Genesis /\ Chapter 1: Verse 1 of
it being OUR EARTH-- / \ Verse 3 is the FIRST
LIGHT as our Daystar/ \as ALL LIGHTS trails
allies like------------ ------------Flora and
Fungi, plus \ /Fauna. Then
all four seasons.\ / Winter, Summer,
Spring, and Fall./ \To four elements
known matter, / / \ \ Earth, and air
water, and / / \ \ fire. Lastly,
humanity. / / \ \Man is Adam
And the / / \ \ Woman is
Eve. Says/ / \ \ clarity
cites / / perspective \ \ in a
lengthy / / expounded detailed \ \ point
of view./ / ALL LIGHTS, closing this \ \SHAPE
POEM \/FORM. Second LIGHTS that \/ came
post ALL LIGHTS—describes the Daystar that’ll
highlight in several varying details elaborately
formatted. Being that its duly noted as wisdom
dictate, values bring a wealth of common home
knowledge that everyone soon knows the truth.
of THE BOOK of GENESIS. Mom confessed to me
into its TRUE LIGHT as THE WORD OF GOD BE A
LIGHT AT OUR FEET--A BEACON UPON THE HILL.
Earth was made for humanity, we’re ALL LIGHTS
created as a sharing amongst ALL other LIGHTS
as it was written—now elaborated. Daystar are
LIGHTS that precedes ALL LIGHTS, plurally. The
WHYS & WHEREFORES like GENESIS, was written
and elaborated as well. GOD IS THAT LIGHT and
POINTS NOT TO GOD, AND DAYSTARS LIGHTS, US,
AND ALL LIGHTS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT LIGHT IS
ON RESERVE AS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL SAINTS--
KNOW “HOLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRINITY”:
GOD THE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FATHER,
GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE
SON, AND GOD VWVWVWVWVW THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PONTIFICATE: "Take to the floor and raise the roof -- Matthew 5:16"
Why? GENESIS Wherefore! REVELATIONS
"The Holy Trinity, THAT LIGHT, on a universal eternal role as THE CREATOR, cometh EARTH'S dawning as predecessors were processing, and an unsuspicious dark universe were ripe for there dawning by THAT LIGHT."
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT, AMEN.
Can’t seem to unearth any Connection,
On the mound of Black, In the tempest of Blur,
Can you distinguish the sounds of my subterranean Frustration?
Bringing up the rear contact with all living Forms.
{Realisation}
I’m out casted in the black Nothingness
Absent from the airborne Kisses, With the towering hugs in Lead.
Was it a helicopter my bonfire Missed?
Just get me connected I Plead...
{Panic}
Utterly Now, I’m contracting undulation in the exterior World,
Where the entire is right is Wrong.
Here is where trespassers are Hurled:
I’m rationally the only impostor in so Long.
{Acceptance}
This modest internet Icon,
Is sited with a never expunged X.
Can’t you hear my screech with my mic. On?
All my necessitates is a contrivance with a solitary Text.
{Searching}
This lost connection swimming in the Whirlpool;
Whirlpool of nerve Wrecks, Downpour Darkness, Polluting Love.
I endure a metamorphose for the soundless night of Cool,
As I am still the dusk obscurity in leather Gloves.
{Disconnected}
And my body becomes the delicate flower which he takes up my scent by his instinct
He is breathing me in now sucking up my beauty as best his malignant will directs his olfactory---
I become a mission and the drives of millennium channeled int to this moment and billions of moments identical to this before it.., is setting the pace that clinks along like a metronome
As have a million Eyes watched a female click down the road her feet a rhythmic mechanical drum
tick tick tick
A vibration smelt and reverberated in the viscous pulse of multitudes
He sees the valleys and crevices rolling hills and wide plains of my flesh an eternity in the warmth of my flesh he feels all the past and his future rush before him like a vast expanse of space
He creates a home in my eyes an eternity in my thighs
color waves lengths I cannot see but know they exist spread over and through us as we perpetuate
The bees see flowers in patterns and hone in like the drone bees buzzing and humming buzz buzz buzzing along slipping down into the cloying throat of a damp flower..
Steadily carrying out tasks that necessitates the survival of their species
The eye of I drinks in the scene greedily faster it seems than the excitation the pudendal nerve sensory lets my conscious in on the little secret
I am mastered
We conspire with nature, we obey, we endure
And trillions of molecules cascades in to beauteous acts of life...