Best Posited Poems
“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.” — Werner Heisenberg
heisenberg did not
express uncertainty when
he posited God
at first gulp, science banished thought
of childhood gods of should and ought
but progress through the draught is fraught
as glass bottom comes into view
you expected mere residue
instead, ’tis where God waits for you
THE CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMERICA SPEAK
(IN REMEMBRANCE OF CONFEDERATE SOLDIER ALBERT PORTER)
They were brainwashed by the White man.
Persuaded that slavery had ended.
However, still oppressed for twenty-some more years and when true freedom was known, therein, manifested racism.
Now, they shout the Confederate Flag yet hangs.
It needs to be brought down.
Forget the bloodshed of the Southern White man because the Union represents autonomy to all citizens.
In video-media clips, they live.
Georgia, Alabama, and South Carolina in the sixties.
In the North, everything is calm, except the riot that took place in Detroit, Michigan.
The Civil War did what for whom?
It was the White man’s blood pool.
To put the White man in colored lives that way…
To dictate what I say and not what I do…
Makes the averred fraught today's damned fools.
Now, they shout bring the Confederate Flag down from that pole.
Union White won the Civil War.
The Confederacy is forever gone.
Archive that got damned symbol.
We are the Confederate States of America.
That which demarcates the freedoms known.
We lost no more lives than the Union Army.
We receded because we were killing our own.
The Union would kill until this great nation was destroyed.
So we ask: "Why are you troubled by our flag?"
The historical era is represented equally.
The Confederate flag drapes from that extremity because we are a people that posited an economy of free will.
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Written April 16, 2016!
My future happiness depended upon school,
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision,
So that I could have autonomy in my garments.
I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,
But were unspeakably forceful poignantly,
Regarding who was going to dress and shower me:
Women, not men who could interact with me perfectly.
I wasn’t asking for all male carers,
Just one or two out of maybe five,
And I even offered to employ male nurses,
Rather than just anybody alive.
But my mum was disgusted at my suggestion,
Said it turned her stomach and made her ill,
Posited that I was not in my right mind,
Said that I made her queasy and gave her a chill.
The school’s social services seemed traditional,
Just like their toilet facilities, old and outdated;
The social worker had white, permed curly hair,
And so for parent disputes you could be slated.
So I never got the help I required and needed,
For my first care package at Glasgow University,
So I suffered from rejection, shortness and selfishness,
From my carers who were supposed to offer identity.
The wardens made it better for me every day,
Reprimanded them for disrespect and impoliteness,
But I never even imagined that voluntary carers,
Could suffice for my own future astuteness.
It upset my whole life, the schools neglect and indifference,
When I think that living success could have been sorted out,
My personal dignity and freedom could have been secured,
With a bit of determination and secular, atheistic liberal clout.
School is really just about your future,
It claims it by its very definition,
And the whole child should be taken and loved,
Not just his or her abilities with cognition.
It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers,
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the fed,
As it was obvious that it was moral to validate such behaviours.
John had seen a beggar with a bloody leg and attended quickly,
But he was spat on by rich by-passers who would loose status;
They would have to sacrifice the prestige of their visit specifically,
That doctor’s visit just for them as part of life in the wealthy stratus.
Because he had been Jesus’s best friend he looked up and replied,
“Jesus is risen,” and that communicated his stalwartness and resilience,
That Jesus’ principle was not going to go away as just one man’s tide,
But that his friends and the apostles were set on continuing his brilliance.
And Andrew who’d been a fisherman before he’d befriended Jesus,
Knew all the kids of most of the other fishermen, and some were sick,
And because Jesus had taught him medical practises as there was a fuss,
Andrew made their children better in one and posited Jesus would stick.
But their neighbours chided him and scoffed, obviating them as poor,
Not entitled to a doctor’s time, and not entitled to free health care,
So Andrew emphasised that these people were his friends, the lure,
And that he was no scare but that he would himself by ignorance scare.
The intelligensia of the time, or the prophets, had predicted Jesus resurrection,
Not his actual one, but just as a euphemism for Jesus’ power after his death;
When people said “I believe in Jesus!” or claimed that he was risen in dedication:
They asserted it by their acts and so could claim the resurrection in a breath.
My Cousin Chaos
What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment
I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where and because of
which fallacious fragmentation reconstructed
polar posited complementing contradictions
She or he who searches seeks the clown jester uncertain certainty
father mother sibling offspring un-othering completion
takes domination pseudo-science’s conjectures
concatenating refutations of the blinding path and vision
The butterfly who flaps the wings the roots to fly
propels the grounded theories of places times
in foresight hindsight blind-sight sentinel sensation
full of telling meaning narrative enlivened imperceptibility
Embraces cuddles rejects rejection rediscovers lost
and lonely loving horizontal longitude the lateral
collateral imprisonment of iron cages rational irrational
emotional confinement liberation freedom from and of
Enshrines in effervescent transcendental condensation
of what perspires inspires transpires in the illuminated
darkness boxes ignorant lamenting shallow high rise entities
makes love to sensual cognition consensual chaos
Or is it co-sin cuisine havoc’s Karma dishy chaperone
and chastised illusion disordered fusion fission
elemental monument harmonious disintegration musky
tall minuscule order rising falling standing firm
When thereafter now again before and yet again I loose
the plotting pot containing potty madness sane insanity
I ask my cousin and the loopy loops and square shaped circles
question the Universe that stays aloof precise and altogether mine
02nd June
the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million
$32,000,000
$800,000
$434,000
$136,000
$80,000
+ $64,000___
$33,514,000
*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.
although i’m sure that
anyone
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
and a
heartbeat
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
much
much
much
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
figureheads
that holds absolutely
no
relevance
whatsoever
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
cut
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:
LINK:
http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=GRA_March_April_2011
for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:
“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”
LINK: http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=What_is_TRIO&Template=/...
happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
$8-$32 million
for
security, and
$64,000 for
street cleaning after said extravaganza
one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world
It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers,
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the fed,
As it was obvious that it was moral to validate such behaviours.
John had seen a beggar with a bloody leg and attended quickly,
But he was spat on by rich by-passers who would loose status;
They would have to sacrifice the prestige of their visit specifically,
That doctor’s visit just for them as part of life in the wealthy stratus.
Because he had been Jesus’s best friend he looked up and replied,
“Jesus is risen,” and that communicated his stalwartness and resilience,
That Jesus’ principle was not going to go away as just one man’s tide,
But that his friends and the apostles were set on continuing his brilliance.
And Andrew who’d been a fisherman before he’d befriended Jesus,
Knew all the kids of most of the other fishermen, and some were sick,
And because Jesus had taught him medical practises as there was a fuss,
Andrew made their children better in one and posited Jesus would stick.
But their neighbours chided him and scoffed, obviating them as poor,
Not entitled to a doctor’s time, and not entitled to free health care,
So Andrew emphasised that these people were his friends, the lure,
And that he was no scare but that he would himself by ignorance scare.
The intelligensia of the time, or the prophets, had predicted Jesus resurrection,
Not his actual one, but just as a euphemism for Jesus’ power after his death;
When people said “I believe in Jesus!” or claimed that he was risen in dedication:
They asserted it by their acts and so could claim the resurrection in a breath.
It Dawn's
You smoke up with clear art,
Your cuddle bathed and soothe my heart,
It is a dawn of new jolly from the building hut,
Like the artistic posited in serve of morning glory,
Who knew this fragrance of luminous will glow for the hurt?
It is a dawn of new marvel, for the melodrama pans from the bird,
The swirl and twiddles, imposed from humid,
Claps the day with the dawn of happiness
Talks highly of the dawn,
It dawn's to them with a lot of greatness and optimism
But the dusk of the dawn gnaws with hurt,
It is a dawn of glory let us buoy with no hate
At dawn's wake up, and spread speck and serve the day,
Let yesta! troubles dusk to forget and dawn today with a purge of remembrance
remember when recent-psycho-in-the
brief-spotlight, Texas Gov. Ricky Perry,
smiled at the camera in the debate o’
repuglicans & couldn’t remember the
3rd branch of government that he told
the nation watching that he would eliminate
once he became president?
remember that this ******* had nothing to
say but “oops,” after admitting to wanting to
get rid of Education & Commerce---because
he couldn’t think of another valuable thing
to get rid of & Ron Paul sarcastically offered
up, “the EPA?”---
this same man also told the nation that he
had no regrets, that he “never struggled to
sleep at night” with the thought that any of the
over 200 more people executed in his
state (than the others in the US)
had been innocent---
after all, he is a proud representative of the
cowboy state that had to be forced by 2,000
federal troops to finally free their slaves in
1865 & one might not be surprised to find
him wearing a “don’t mess with Texas”
belt buckle, when he parts his suit coat.
a few nights ago, another man,
Mr. Marvin Wilson, age 54, whose IQ of
61 (9 points below Texas’ own cut off of 70
which determines one is mentally retarded) did
not even make a bit of difference to Mr. Perry &
the bloodthirsty behind him, was executed
without forensic proof or eyewitness accounts of
the murder of which he was convicted of in
1992---
Marvin was a grown man who sucked his thumb,
bearing many intellectual inabilities, from “telling
the difference between right and left” to “handling
money,”
still, disregarding Atkins v. Virginia (2002),
in which the Supreme Court posited that people
with mental disabilities rendering them incapable of
understanding their own actions, should not be
executed,
TEXAS DID IT ANYWAY.
one wonders if conclusive DNA evidence was
discovered years from now, exonerating him
from the crime of which he was convicted,
beyond the shadow of a doubt,
would Mr. Ricky & all the repugs still sleep
soundly?---
need we even take a vote?
7 are already dead in 2012 Texas, campers:
3 African-American men,
3 Hispanic men &
one white guy…
AND MORE ARE SCHEDULED
FOR THE REMAINING MONTHS OF
2012,
SO GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!!!
COME ON DOWN TO TEXAS,
BRING YER’ WIFE, BRING YER’
RUGRATS & PULL UP THE BACK OF
A TRUCK.
“gawd” bless this “democratic”
&
“civilized”
country of ours.
Tonight we are calm
Not because we are armed
Tonight we are calm
Because we choose to be that way
Because we refuse the other way
Because we are after something
Much more difficult to find than trouble
Searching by windblown candlelight
For bits and pieces of peace in the rubble
Scratching with fingers in the freezing night
Our outcomes tomorrow will be different
Because our approach tonight is different
Tonight we are calm and decidedly charming
Tonight here we've come, thoughtfully silent
Seeing what we hadn't seen and knowing
What we hadn't known (we heard you calling)
Our eyes and ears then followed
And although a little blinded (it was snowing)
And the words hard to hear (some were snoring)
We followed with you to this place called Hallowed
And found our roots were shallow
And found there was need to dig deeper
And got down to work, digging deeper
And the Greeks said, we would see Jesus
To which our thoughts raced hither and thither
And we our feet positioned where he posited
Searched with new ears for something new to hear
Something worth holding near and dear
The best things are heard by just a few
And we might be just the few, seeking clues
Our hearts are torn by sex and violence
We shall return to this place with sax and violins
To make a different kind of sound
And hope everyone ends up charmed like us
And follow also to that place called Hallowed
I've seen it in its totality
Questions led to answers and answers
To more questions
If this is a song, what does it recall?
If this is a chord, how does it resolve?
We shall see, my friend
We shall see
But tonight we are calm
Not just because we are charmed
Until a point is posited,
Its position is unclear;
Whether on a pencil
Or belief embraced so dear.
Until a point is set upon
A concrete place of view,
Its meaning is unknown,
Its validity not true.
Until a point is taken up
And held close to the breast,
Defended and declaimed upon,
Its measure is at test.
Until a point is proven,
Its fate remains unlearned;
It has no merit without facts,
Its placement it must earn.
Until a point is made concrete
There is no point in trying;
The point is this, it needs a place
To prove the point’s defining.
That 9/11 Day
I was eager that day,
Just as I was
Any other day,
To start my work,
And state the statistics,
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics,
Embrace others
When I thought would,
Make a good share price,
Positive returns,
No dice,
But when I reached
The door of my room,
A heard the most horrific
Boom:
No way out,
No hope,
No exceptions,
No dope,
No perceptions,
No scope,
No connections,
To help you cope;
No person,
To assist,
With the problem,
To list
Your objections,
To the phenomenon,
The horrific phenomenon,
Death, war, stench,
Which was never,
Expected,
Predicted,
Asserted,
Affronted,
Depicted,
Contrasted,
Batted,
Punted,
Posited,
Spotted,
Pounded,
Chatted,
Painted,
Lifted,
Forecasted,
Calculated,
Forwarded,
Gaited,
Grunted,
Projected,
Postulated,
Supposed,
Macerated,
Vaginated…
Portended,
Aggravated,
Criminated,
Presented,
Charted,
Founded,
Surfeited,
Attracted,
Prompted,
Forwarded,
Bayonetted,
Fermented,
Antedated,
Refracted,
Stated,
Pronated.
It never resonated,
It just exploded.
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust,
‘Cos somebody was angry…
The devil:
ISIS.
If Darwinian evolution is correct,
then there should exist a continuum of forms,
but what we see with a closer inspect:
that taxa-defining features are norm.
We see hair in mammals, and feathers in birds,
But of ancestral stepping stones, nary a word.
You would expect intermediate fossils,
But this doesn’t bother old Darwin’s apostles.
You see, Darwin posited random mutations;
This is well known, and without refutation.
Of course, he knew nothing about DNA,
But somehow his theory survives to this day.
He studied finches, examined their beaks,
Noticed some changes and took some great leaps.
From observations of the beaks of some birds,
He extrapolated far past the absurd.
None will deny populations adapt,
But he jumped to origins, and folks were enrapt.
The logic employed was exceedingly odd,
But it marketed well, for it rejected God.
See, Darwin knew nothing of what’s in a cell;
Today such a theory would be a hard sell.
But “settled science” has old origins too,
And as we all know, settled’s not always true.
What’s true in the large sometimes fails in the small,
And that is close to the root of it all.
But the ultimate stab in the heart with a knife:
There’s no explanation for the origin of life.
——————
I hope this is the first of a series of these…
THE END OF A FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time, the royal throne room -
buzzing with birds, bees, a princess and groom,
urinal and pot,
where they’d have a squat.
Vacated royals - posited stench-bloom.
10/21/2017
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OH YES...IT IS WELL...
I now know you as you are known
to be known---as in the beginning
when wisdom posited
riveting pellets of revelations
strengthening fertile minds---etching
fearless determinations---bounding
the oneness of mind so essential to survival.
I now know you as you are known
to be known---and no false claims
of Armageddon can excuse you
from you inhuman genocidal deeds.
No capricious apology or innate fear
can generate a forgive---forget syndrome.
Remember to remember that Judas
was and is---forgiven:
for Truth---never forgotten nor
desired to be---is his deed.
May God forgive me
for allowing you to freely rape
and abuse peace, love and justice.
May The Supreme forgive me for allowing
myself to drink the wine of deceit
and bite into the fruit of fear---to forget
to remember: you cannot love the tree
and hate its roots; that you cannot fight wars
in the name of peace; cannot build justice
and equanimity on a foundation of injustice.
To forgive and forget? May The Most High
forever forgive me and never forget
to remind me of the profound effect my fears---
veiled, shadowed choice that I have had to make:
Relentlessly springing into fiery actions
when not needed; failing to initiate
community actions when I knew I should.
I now know you as you were known
to be known: hate---the fraternal abortion
from the belly of the womb; the un-sanctified one---
Indeed, with satanic blades you may murderously cut down briefly
the tender trees of the Garden of The Most High; but remain powerless
to uproot the ever anchored and growing roots of our supreme
beginnings here: in this wayward land that is bequeathed us.
Indeed, in Amazing Grace…shall we still rise…rise…
and rise again; and may our portion be to hear and echo:
well done…well done…all is well.