Best Transmitter Poems
"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time songs;
So much love they given each of us;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
Yet they were stern
Great teachers taught my parents as will as me to learn;
They listened to a Motorola on a tall stand;
Nonna would play a little ditty on the “baby grand”
Oh! And Gran made fried pies on Sundays;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
We would have with our dinner;
Homemade chicken soup, meatloaf and cabbage loaf;
My grandpa and his friends would sit outside talkN loud
While listening to the ballgame on a transmitter radio;
The ladies would settle in the den;
Nesting caressing darning with patch qulits using needles and tread;
Joyously giggling laughing while lovingly talkN bout them men;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…"
1/4/20
Written words by Genysis DMaurier & James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A dedicated verse to Genysis DMaurier
based on words from Genysis to a e-mail to me
Women are roses
Beware of thorns
With tactful maneuvers
Lest you get poisoned
Women are oars
They sail your boat, without roars
And, the calm waters
Conceal the abyssal horrors
Women are children
Give them big sweets
Hug them with heart beats
And show them trustful smiles
'Cause they sniff the wiles
Women are wireless spies
Aired through airborn flies
A mouth-to-ear news murmured
Faster than any transmitter
Woman are thieves
They steal your heart
They laugh when you grieve
And cry when you leave
Women are men
They do all they can
Go to war, hold a pen
But without men,
They never can
Women give all their heart
It seems they won't depart
Once real things are getting hard
They leave like never did start
But, We can't live without them
Life is duality, woman and man
Happiness and Sorrow
Let's share them life's joy and pain
Until we both, leave this Earth
To the Power '' Supreme ''
Surfing consciousness
Within the womb of existence
Sensations borne of resistance
Navigates spectrum of delight
As bestowed on soul’s sentience
Undifferentiated light
Enlivened by love, shining bright
Infuses in the void, intent
Creating a pulse, day and night
Innate to soul’s the bliss current
Exuberance effervescent
Both receptor and transmitter
Of love and light luminescent
09-May-2022
Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the code of how to be a committer
If you intend to challenge my devotion, those eyes must see you commit to her!
I'll carve you out if you show up to be a transmitter!
That feeling within you; Dads are "far more than just a jitter"
For if hell has a place on Earth; it will not be with me as it's remitter
They invade the cafe at first light
Then with latte and laptop held tight
They seize tables for four
To let go nevermore
So all others drink coffee upright
With a bored intellectual stare
That one hankers to be Molière
If he's writing a play
For a hit on Broadway
Then its plot must involve Solitaire
One's quite the scientific young chap
For which typing is no handicap
He must write his thesis
By psychokinesis
Cause the keyboard gets hardly a tap
That one with the big apple fritter
Is researching a mental transmitter
He's receiving the thoughts
Of strange cosmonauts
Transferred through Facebook and Twitter
Perhaps you will think I'm pretentious
And more than a little contentious
But it's just a disgrace
To monopolize space
And I think that's the general consensus
on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so they let me off the meat hook
loosened my bindings and necktie
hammered nails in my head instead
powerful radio transmitter nails
don't get too close I'll bend your spoon
gimme a shot of Moonbeam barkeep
and a round for my ill-bandaged crew
we'll drink to the muse Pandemonia
don't get too close she’ll bend yer crank
with another specious spectacle
not necessarily Beauty's anointed
but a piston riding party girl nonetheless
I let you touch happy place
and now my theory on the blinding of Oedipus
which first off requires a family unit
for the inherent predispositions of childbirth
they made me walk upon magic carpet tacks
so me and my echo are here a little late
and a little paraplegic and screaming headaches
this is after all a holy epic of pilgrimage
from the sands of Delirium to the banks of Delusia
a simultaneous ambiance one for each eye
an ancient art form somewhat updated
coordinating the cascades of impulses
yet still black as the inside of a cow I mean crow
this epic deals with a touchy subject
intercession of the gods
grab your hat mister
we're going for a little joy ride
where anything including countries
can be bought sold and stolen
by the mutilators of comparison
hardwired and proud of it the fools
built for Survival the TV show
but times change and
survival meant finding parking
where one can escalate from emaciation
to farting obesity overnight
unrecognized even when brightly illuminated
we know only one thing for certain
that the Universe is knowable
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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O! Frankenstein you were lost for a century
Nobody could tell wherever you have been,
But you are here now, a stranger to paradise,
Loneliness has become your friend
Your other name is Friday,
You have no soul, you love Cinderella;
Come, let us stroll to the earth my brother,
Should almighty look you twice
And discover, your heart is a transmitter
And cord of wire lurking inside the belly,
Have managed to peep out around your neck axle;
Come let us go,
I will make you the President of the world
Rule over every nation, every creed and tongue,
Entreat me, I will teach you all the puerile tricks
Tall wisdom and nubile swagger,
Of a new nuance of language.
I no go, I no go!
That globe I no go! I stay, I stay!
Famished out earth is full of fallacies
Terribly diabolical, cheerful envy,
And attractive jealousy like magnet
Infectious back biting, murderous barking
And tearing likes the hounds of hell,
Virus wickedness, witch hunting like wizard of oz
Feverish wagons of greediness uncountable;
I no go! I no go! I stay I no go!
Let me hibernate under the umbrella
Of the omnipotent shield dreaming dreams,
Of my blighted love by and by,
Where has she gone, Cinderella?
I looked afar off in the horizon
And beheld her like a mirage in a paradise,
Cupped right palm over the palm view transforming,
So that focus could discern, now
Striding same position in the stormy desert
In the showering sunlight,
Her figure moon-smooth as marble
Her hair flagging shamelessly in the breeze,
Her jutted hips dance to graceful steps
As she came, her robe turned to cloud
Turned into fading white goose, as she flew away,
Aloud her voice bust in mirth
Beckoning laughter teasing to quench my thirst,
O! I am man made
Forgot to put juice of crimson
To run in my vein,
To burn fire in my heart
My brain have muddle up and jumble up,
All happy wire tying it firm,
O! I murder Doctor, you do no good!
I have no appetite,
So God can have his dinner
But, I will die for her,
Because she is the dearest dream forever.
winter gravestone
dash between dates
father's life
the upstairs transmitter
where you rocked the world with code*
Ham vk4pr
In 1988 I got a puter ,
And it was cuter ,
Than a fowling ferret ,
Yes in the month of may.
Me old commodore 64,
I’d fire up for sure,
And hook up a radio,
to talk to Halliwell,
he was vk4ave.
before the net appeared ,
we had paket radio, with ears,
to-way radio, modem,
and a commodore 64,
around the world we’d talk,
morse code of any sought,
and I’d put up poetry to squalk,
with a punch-up on the way:)
Ham radio died,
cos we was supplied,
With instant contact, right away,
Internet arrived,
me valve radio finals tried, (6146 transmitter tubes)
but she lurks in me cupboard now today:)
the RF radiation in the room can light me fluros soon:)
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Good on you Coach D!
its like dem puters big bad Bob, H
if ya got a use 4 em you can ride dat hog,
bloody txting me fingers cant do the job,
have to keep on a romancin...
bloody cold here heed a lukewarm chic,
on ya mate,
Don
In Wiltshire the stone circle lays
It looks to the endless visage of the skies
Above it peregrine falcon flies
At night owl gives its bone chilling cries
N o one knows what truly is the purpose of those stones?
One day they found there skeleton full of bones
For their time achievements such as this were milestones
But its purpose is one of enduring unknowns
Similar but even older stone circle in Armenia is found
And it is one of the oldest manmade structures around
Makes me wonder if it is the place where old king would be crowned
And what secrets lie beneath its ground
The stones are placed above water ways
The ability for at that age to put the stones in this form will amaze
Their beauty sets my soul a blaze
As a gift to humanity it is hard to apprise
The mirror like mind essence reflects the visage of the soul
The abyss in which serpent flies appears if unknown variables are solved one and all
The reflection from a point of view of beyond abstract allows the serpent to reach its goal
To be one with sublime divine force that uses Stonehenge as transmitter and old coin as a control
DID YOU HAVE TO SAY IT?
You stand rooted before the cameras,
Aiming your temper before the lenses,
Jostling your tongue with hatred,
Just because you failed to agree,
With another pillar that made it senseless like a humming bee,
Because guys think you are in another verbal jamboree,
Did you to say it?
Your speech strikes like a lightning,
To soot the moral fiber of the public,
Just because of your ridiculous mimic,
And when the blames become too acidic,
You try to be apologetic,
Did you have to say it?
Your selfish lips spices up the saga
Tribalism inflicting the minds of the public,
Making the nation go gaga,
When will your tongue halt the infatuation?
Just because you were bewildered with the silly emotion,
Sincerely,
Did you have to say it?
Whenever your heart hardens on an aspect,
You get busy with that dialect,
Typing into Facebook and twitter,
Throwing all that verbal litter,
And when the nation becomes bitter
On you, we ask, Mr. 'Contempt transmitter,'
Did you have to say it?
Do you really have to say it?
Now that you are folded like a plait,
You really deserve the bait,
Because the men in wigs awaiting for you,
To have that legal sitting with you,
You begin holding your breath,
Your career awaiting its death,
Due to your verbal wreath,
That had it tight like a woman's sheath,
Too sorry because
You never had to say it.
I hear you got the letter,
That they want you abroad,
Because your lips lost the grip
And detached the silence...
Now it is bound to face the legal whip,
The men with snow hair had their say,
Even a silent fool never goes astray,
But because of your pride, you gave way
Now you have to pay
Because your mouth wanted the dirty play,
As you think of what awaits you,
The people still ask,
Did you have to say it?!
We will build our "Mars Voyager Spaceship" on our Moon.
this Spaceship can only be built on our moon, for weight, size soon,
we will power this craft not to compromise...
with Space-Based Solar Power Equipment...
technologies we now have on Earth...
Since clouds, atmosphere nighttime is absent in space,
satellite-based solar panels magnificent...
would also be able to capture while transmits substantially
more energy than terrestrial solar panels...
reflectors also a microwave or laser power transmitter, continually...
directing solar radiation onto huge solar panels, attached,
on our 'Mars Voyager Spaceship'...
these panels convert solar power, wa-la...
into either a microwave or a laser, then beam uninterrupted power
all our way to Mars Ta-Da
Let's reafforestate,
It is never too late,
Make an oxygen emitter,
An anti-plastic transmitter,
Atmosphere deranged,
Redress climate change,
Over to millenial brains,
Or we're all down the drain,
Some hi-tech savvy way,
Let's all start today!
1. Flatter 2. Gravitate 3.Perspicuous 4.Dissipate 5.Malignant 6.Transitory
7.Inurbane 8.Alienate 9.Capricious 10.Scapegoat
Words that FLATTER to sweet ears
Camouflaging the bitter realities
GRAVITATE in the vast space
Returning to the transmitter
Converted in a PERSPICUOUS
Manner to DISSIPATE the
Confussions that imbed in the mind
As a MALIGNANT parasit
Until the TRANSITORY state
Clears the INURBANE atmosphere
To ALIENATE the lifestyle that once
Turned in a CAPRICIOUS SCAPEGOAT
Potent message
hidden within the Spherical Photon —
Universal data transmitter
Offspring Alpha Wave,
whom was begat by Omega Oscillation
Beamed to an unknown distant point
in space-time
Gravitational curvature eternity echoes
passed thru infinity prime
Elevated dimension of double blessing:
Omnipresence overseen by
Invisible Express Image Divine
Nothing made into something,
astrophysics inorganic
turned to
organic quantum mechanics —
Illumination kinetic motion birthed
from Dark void inert static
Potent message
revealed inside perpendicular bent carbons —
data transmission receivers