Best Pascal Poems
On the Isle of Man lives a Ninja girl
Daring in her act, makes your toesies curl
She has a pretty face
And sips her tea with grace
Be not taken in – she’s no fragile pearl.
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Sent with hugs by Lulu` Pascal
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
Memory
I am my memory.
This piece of the world, this brief sprouting
Amongst many thinking radishes,
Exists only as resonances within
Lacy neurons; Flanders’ delicate patterns
Sustained by glial skeletons,
Beyond the spider’s web or silent
Snowflake in elegant complexity.
I am memory:
Identity, selfness, the compass of my person,
Shaped by the universe’s unknowingness
Of my reedlike form; yet I know I exist,
And know of my fate,
And of the fate of the universe,
Which is the power of my memory
And humankind’s collective memory.
I am:
And therefore recreated endlessly by my memories which,
Shallow-like, bow to my insecurities
Played out in my mind; ironically,
Feeding my own undermining,
Poignant recall of joy and bittersweet sorrow,
Given force by visceral emotion, shaping “I”
Anew, through endless rehearsal.
I:
Who is: only in relation to you, another,
My child, parent, brother, sister, a lover,
Bosom friend; like me, the sum
Of memories, which we share
And are thus part of each other,
All one, yet separate, connected
Through memory.
The memories of you fade,
Yet do not disappear, and
Give truth to my thoughts
On memory, and my identity;
Me, whom you pursued until
I caught you, and gave
Me memories happy and sad,
That shape me still..
with acknowledgements to
Blaise Pascal, William Shakespeare, Rene Descartes, Eric Kandel, John Locke, the Lace makers of Belgium....and Georgia
I love this planet
The environment I hold dear
I say no to Oil
I say no to Plastic
I say no to Garbage
I say NO NO NO to carbon
Oh the trees breathe carbon?
I will have to look into that Ted!
I say no to meat
Those animals are carbon monsters
We all should hug this planet
Preserve this global biosphere for our children dear
You all must cut back
All of you
You may not pick and chose
What fits your fancy
No more vacations away for you
No more cars
No more planes
No more Computers or high speed trains
No more deodorant
It’s all passe
Clean air is my right, so all of you stop
I shall preach to you this, day in and out
I shall scold you for polluting about
I shall travel the globe, by air you see
To warn you all of the carbon to be
I need to fly, my time is important
My family comes first, but that’s only me
You must make sacrifice
All of you there
I spend your Carbon credits
Flying in the air!!!
Yours truly
Pascal Husting
Green Peace
One of Greenpeace’s most senior executives, Pascal Hunting commutes 400 kilometers each way to work by plane, the environmental group has admitted. The flights, costing about $365 return, are paid by Greenpeace, even though it campaigns to cut air travel, arguing that the growth in flying “is ruining our chances of stopping dangerous climate change.”
Notes: Of course I am for the environment, who isn’t? Time to stop blaming big corporations and even governments, even though they should do more, here’s a novel idea, if you don’t use it, they will go bankrupt trying to sell it! As for Pollution, if you are having a heart attack, a bandage on your thumb doesn’t do a bit of good. Solutions are complex and not as black and white as some make you to believe.
My Laptop has a name
Its Apple MacBook Air 13-Inch (2015)
Its life begins with a disk drive
It got various basic dialects such as C, FORTRAN, or Pascal
It has a random access memory without brain
I upgrade it when the going gets tough,
I hope my motherboard would find a fatherboard so I could have anotherboard
It house input and output devices without having a home
It performs specific operations like physicians
It use a touchpad instead of a house mouse,
If you want to go forward, backup
It can display information in a human understandable form
It got gates and windows?
It’s hardware problems are due to truck driver errors
Sometimes its program is so sick
I feel like shooting it and put it out of its memory
Output and Kaput
It defragmented my entire life
Because I find its faith in technology amusing
The operating table on my laptop is called facebook...
Blaise Pascal awaits his last call
beneath Saint Etienne-du-Mont's tall
columns and old rood screen. God's nature,
pray, ups the odds on his last wager.
i'd remembered you why it was
that august week dazed i suppose
you were the meek i'd settled beyond
the graveness that shattered my senses
unable to feel taste or even smell
my eyes glowed a gentle childlike expression
my thoughts were being composed organized
deep inside a mental maze sadness reaching amid
sulking gravity craved an yet distant hazy emotions
seemed to loom throughout my sultry madness
why it consumed me completed my inner most being
i knew what i'd become memories nothing but memories
preceded me within the sheer death of my mind the dying
brain shattered bruised broken as i awaited sparks to trigger
signals to arouse my cunning speech impaired utterly so an yet
i'd remember you the taken the meek that august week autumn
stood still as red orange brown yellow leaves gathered beneath
my colorful painted toes drifting into pascal thought becoming sheer
wrath bestowed somewhere between my blind eyes ringing chimes
madness went unnoticed staring off into empty spaces where thought
should be replaced with blankness madness had rolled in with
the evening tides the light house in view gently i embraced
the coming of the calm the vacant room in the attic of my mind
i rushed inside myself searching for pleasant memoirs
my mind became a dusty music box the lost tune set sail
on a distance thrusting desire leaving me panting my heart
racing my simple mind showed no remorse after i'd stored
love installed passion collected happiness an yet my mind greedily
took it all into a covenant of haste a hidden place called insanity
it was that august week my thoughts drifted into a game of hide and seek
Scapes and Tales
Hearts and Fences
Tales of Joe Louie McMar
Book 1 - Canadian Bacon
Of Belle and Beaux
When I See You I Miss You
Marjorie and Isabella
The Jester and DeLilah
Peaches and Cream
The Struggle
Laura Can You Hear Me
Laura
Laura Mean
Canadian Bacon
DeMilah
Stephanie
Blaze Pascal
August
Love is Like a Melody
Cavan Lake, Alberta
L is for Love
Ain’t Life Grand
The Gift
The Ride
Mom
The Folks
The Rock
Blue Eyes
Joe Louie
Book 2 - The Dark Years
Saint Anthony
Thirteen Wasn't Lucky
Don't forget to breathe
The Legend or DeMar
Hunny Do
Hezekiah Munny
The Dream
Diligence
The Smithy
Broken
Death of a Legend
Bless eo Momma
The Rodeo
Cardiac Distress
The Fake Ticket - a sequel
The Halls of Hell
The Girls
The Fake Ticket
I saw Mary
The devil went over
Uncanny
Thoughts
Let It Go
The meaning of demar *
The Dark Years *
The sins of Stephen Duncan *
The Sons of Eeny Meanie*
Issaquena County *
Book 3 - Redemption
Heaven's Hall
The Birthday
Glowing
The Trainman
The Poet
Divided Indeed
Ode to Bob
Prairie Prayer
My Heart is Empty
B.B. On a Mountain Top
P.J. and the Leprechaun
An Erago
Half an Erago *
Fifteen Faces a Sequel *
Sixteen Approaches to Teach *
The meaning of gleaning *
Redemption *
GENEVIEVE
Notice me
Talk to me; we both wished in secret admiration
Every time I tried; something unseen holds me back
We both waited patiently; time shall fade away
I couldn’t wait on time any longer; I did what I have to do
I did it all; I noticed her, talked to her, and said my mind
Amazingly she felt the same thing I did.
At first, it was lust; hunger and thirst for her body
Hers is an appetizing body; food for the gods
She is not the first; there were others before her
Others; just as pretty and sexy but something is different this time
Her innocence enthrals me; delicate delicacy
She has the inscription on her face that reads “handle with care”
That I did and still doing; she is my precious jewel.
Genevieve
Now, I have fallen deeply in love with you
Nothing else matters except you my love; I love you
I feel things like I never felt before; you changed me
Now I know what true love is; you have showed me the right path to love
It’s complete; love, trust, understanding and all
It’s no longer a secret that only we know; I love you
With love; words of Pascal my brother...
Of Blaze Pascal the story goes
An infant of distinct
His mother, Lady Rae-Marie
Of her own instinct
Did suckle starving infant
When at last, he showed his face
To bless all those who set up camp
To wait upon his grace
So fragile life and human conscious,
Mindful wander, erratic, of untold purpose,
Bringing shadowy foreboding,
To the depths of our spirit; a dangerous curse.
Tragedy is looming, catch your breath,
Two tonnes of weight upon the chest,
Pascal afflicts my senses, my head,
Silence scares and gravity flares: there can be no rest.
The toll hangs nigh, have you danced well?
Prior scepticism now awash with certainty,
Pray thee Lord, forgive me, I hear the bell,
Through my life I’ve been good, with mere lack of piety.
Alas, a break, judgement saved,
Fever unmasked, the evil plot twists,
From deepest despair, a way is paved,
Take control once more with clenched fists.
This fight over, prepare but not await the next,
Be strong, be happy, have faith, son,
Do not fear thought, health, nor text,
Then body, mind and soul may realign as one.
Form:
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
Someone tells you change not because you are not good
But because you do not act the way they think you should
Neither is it because they don’t think you’re not bad
It is just a reaction when they are either mad or sad
A special person in your life ask you to make some change
However uniqueness allows someone to remain the same
You are special, in your own right, just the way you are
Singing out of tune and rhythm while driving in your car
Change however may not be bad in the pursuit of perfection
Sadly that journey isn’t easy and takes much introspection
What are the things you desire, and where do you want to be
Will these things make you truly happy, or only temporarily
Are these things that you can’t live without in the long run
Or temptations of the flesh, that only provide a quick fun
One asks, what does it matter only the test of time will tell
Should I place a Pascal wager to avoid what they call hell
The very thought of that seems a vain attempt at very best
However when the time comes will I did my very own test
Change, Aristotle, said was the only thing that doesn’t change
Clever word circles like these though do very little to explain
Indeed his idea was much more complex than I’ve stated
But, then again most people would say that he’s outdated
To change definitely one of the most difficult things to do
It something that you must really desire, this much is true
By Wayland Bunch 2/14/2013
Measure men not in meters,
Yet in volume of ventricle, you’ll find,
Compassion therein, one’s true capacity,
Of magnitude meaning, undefined,
How little broad shoulders do matter,
To bolster an orphan through rem,
Nor biceps do shelter maternal sadness,
As she leaves droplets under the stem,
It’s in the weight he holds onto a syllable,
For he knows the force which unfolds,
A gentle note, his frequent reprise,
Amplifies resonance in young and old,
At length he smiles, beams of luminous youth,
To displace an aging darkness found in you,
Counts not the flames all ready blue, rather the
Lines of laughter, which alight your face in lieu,
Currency he finds a fictitious banquet,
Only for whom Dyne in dwindling power,
Sufficiency bestows the imperial value,
Only to whom embrace solely this hour,
Degrees of perception not bound by paper,
He sees no end, to his quest for knowledge,
As wisdom becomes his definitive asset,
Salmon so rare, caught far beyond college,
Like Pascal, men endure all bars atmospheric,
While so few bow only in gesture to humility,
Wounds fail to callous his resilient demeanor,
In respect to his embodiment of human fragility,
All stellar souls dwarf, as death begins its call,
While novas shine brighter, learnt in its latter’s fall,
So measure not, the meters of men,
But the loving moments, left behind them.
So tell me pilgrim what you feel
Do you believe your end is real,
That on this plane your looming death
Is simple as a lapse of breath?
Perhaps Pascal might give you pause
If you see worth in earthly laws.
Consider how his logic flows
And then reflect on what man knows!
If God is real or God is not
Our logic cannot help a lot
But still a game is being played
And consequence can't be waylaid
You have to play, so play to win,
If God's not there, then where's the sin?
If God is real, ignore your pain,
For endless joy is yours to gain.
If God is joke and you are right
Enjoy earth's pleasures till your night,
If God is real and you are wrong
Regret might always be your song,
If God is dream and you are boss
A smaller gain is not real loss.
I do not know what choice you'll make,
But I am clear the path I'll take.
In bets with God don't be a prig,
Your happiness is His soul gig...
In all your life have you been kissed?
Consider what you might have missed!
Long Tooth
May 29, 2016