My boyfriend’s a physicist - he finds the universe interesting.
Imagine yourself in Paris, where ordinary evenings can feel cinematic. Maybe it’s the staging of the luminous moon, the warm, flattering glow of gas streetlights, the low architecture that accents the sky - or the wine but there’s a collusion that meshes with the city’s origin myth of romance.
Anyway, you’re dressed to the nines, wearing later-surprise underwear and he’s talking about ‘neural convolutional networks (AI).’
They recognize and filter nebular contamination (whatever THAT is).
Who knew?
You could fill a library with what I don’t know - apparently.
He’s so cute with his smartyness.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a tale of tragic passion.
A little expressive affection will bring him into my lusty orbit.
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Songs for this:
I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk
Inside and Out by Feist
N-astiness
O-f
R-abid
M-orbidity
A-pplies
N-otorious
C-ontamination
A-s
S-ilent
T-hreat
U-ses
E-erie
R-isk's
A-trocity
Topic: Birthday of Norman Castuera (June 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
K-iller
R-isk
I-n
S-tealth
C-ontamination
H-orribly
E-mploys
L-ethal
L-ink's
E-erie
R-abidity
A-pplying
F-lu
A-nd
E-ndangering
L-ife
Topic: Birthday of Krischelle E. Rafael (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Risen
From the springtime flooding along South MLK
A sh#t-skinned slimy pipe
Pops half way up from a grimy hole
Like a gopher molded from iron ore
Neck and head periscoping left then right
Tiny arms bolted to its furry chest of rust
Surveying the silence of this industrial prairie
And the graves pocked from Foundry hammers
Until a school bell bangs
And a kaleidoscope gang of cell phone kids
Clamber from broken windows and dim doorways
To play in this forbidden park
Riding and rocking the new springer like a rodeo bronco
Screwing
The old boss back to its subterranean foundation
Another generation
Re-connecting the muddy wells to our silver faucets.
your dulcet words from your lips slipped into my bloodstream
and filled my heart with desire
but now even those delightful words sting like poison
contaminating my mind,
infecting my soul
~4-8-18~
Conscientiously Combat Contamination:
Pass punitive laws policing polluters
Keep chemicals from killing crops like corn
Plink and plunk pests with pure, perfect panaceas
Segregate and shun smokers of cigars and cigarettes
Contradictorily, Contribute to Contamination:
Permit and protect pernicious ***********
Validate, vindicate, and venerate video violence
Liberate, laugh at, and lionize lascivious language
Glorify and giggle at graceless, gutter-fed gossip
Counteracting Contamination
Can't cut both ways, can it?
Contest Entry - "Contamination" - Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
The flat evening
In the bowl
In the swing
Absolute control
In the sky
The gray air
A little shy
The white hair
In the morning
The beta blocker
In the evening
The scripture and prayer
The river was tranquil
Neither the ripples nor the whistles
The chest peaceful
No fractions and decimals
Suddenly the gale
A blue blast
The prayer is frail
Begins the glasnost
In the dead soil
Fresh green poetry
The cup of turmoil
The struggling two and three
The charm is infectious
The music so supple
The Aphrodite of Cyprus
Drives away the camel
The control is contaminated
The germ is inexorable
With the blood gets blended
The pink poison granules
We postpone the starlight
The wine glasses calling
The summits of the highlights
In the waft of the spring
____________________________________
April 7, 2018
Contamination - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Corrupt words shake the ocean of my sleep-
Since childhood words have infected my mind,
and the endless winds of time roll and creep;
I carry scars- my spirit and soul twined,
my mind a ravaged garden deep.
And in my decay I weep;
will peace, I find?
Those unkind words are chains of heavy lead-
A mind ruined is like a church defiled,
oh, the tarnished shadows of time I dread;
I will not sail across the sky exiled,
I will find a new path to tread.
Destroying poison said;
my thinking wild!
And I will bloom a beautiful flower-
I swear, never will this girl's heart be cold,
my wounds will bring me strength and power;
I will leave those bloody stains of old,
and pure- I will stand a tower.
Oh peace will flow each hour;
leaving words told . . . .
_________________________
April 4, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Contamination: Of My Mind
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-114-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym,
Written for the contest, Contamination
sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann
Ninth Place
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Collect, eclectriC
Out now you gO
No I will stay iN
Take your coatT
Asking you'r pA
Ma look at theM
Insert three, trI
No, its a big siN
Again, please tA
Thank you, aloT
Indeed, it is A.I.
Ow! time to gO!
No, be my maN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
3/31/2018
CONTAMINATION poetry contest, sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
"So many meanings on "Contamination" that
we all forget what the real meanings of it all
can be.
This crazy world that can use an examination.
Definitions of hate,evil,judgement & being so
dishonest is what a lot of people only seem to
see.
Ignoring someone's open heart to a kindness
is what a lot of people do.
Hiding behind beliefs that show up from day
to day.
Why commit to the same thoughts that will
stay "contaminated" with you.
Messing with the innocence of minds can be
filled with pain in every way.
Seeing a world that can self destruct without
enough time to act fast.
Warnings are never given so what will we do?
when "contamination's" are staying toxic and
here to last.
Needing to stop all the "Contamination's" that
create death when it's allowed to flow on thru"
CONTAMINATION
Please take a moment to wash your hands,
Clean up that mess all around where you stand.
Honestly, has it not once ever crossed your mind,
If you looked under that sink what you might find?
I sometimes wonder when I go to touch my mouth,
I could contaminate myself and become sick no doubt.
Everything we touch has been touched many times before,
Fighting Germs like these, Well, it's nothing but a war.
Just try and imagine all the things we must breathe,
Scarry as Hell when it's something we can not see.
Is there anywhere that is safe you might ask?
I can not answer that, but for now, I'll wear a mask.
It's all bad and that my Dear Friends is really sad,
When folks don't think of others, it makes me mad.
We become very ill because of so many contaminations,
Just ask your Doctor when you're at your next examination.
Nasty stuff that contamination.
tac
-Daily Poetry #1, January 29, 2017-
Word: Contamination
Having given up on everything,
Knowing that I've got nothing,
I'll let this emptiness take over,
Like a contamination.
Feeling the itch to talk,
Feeling the twitch to walk,
I shake my head and scratch fruitlessly,
Because I am contaminated.
Little bugs crawling everywhere,
I can only scream that it's not fair.
The feeling of flesh decomposing,
Because I am a contamination.
Don't try and help me, I'll repeat that,
But truthfully, all I want is a cure for this.
I want to feel okay, I want to be stable
I don't want to be contaminated.
Bittersweet, this body that is too far gone,
Eaten up by the pessimistic views it lived on,
There's no outbreak, for it was contained,
This bacterial contamination
I stand in awe, paralyzed
Bottomless pit below, where feet should stand
Boundless steps, take one more, then another
Am I alone, in a sea of nineteen thousand?
I wonder, is it just me
Who's lungs compress the closer we become
Nearly there, complete the infinate descent
A memory perpetually imprinted, will not be undone
I contemplate leaving, turn back
The rush overwhelms me, is it too late?
I've waited a lifetime and a day, I'm here
A bumbling hum accumulates, then resonates
I understand how it unites
How it heals, destroys, runs fingers through nerves
Drags buried demons from shadows, kicking, screaming
A final standing ovation, the least that's deserved
I reflect as the curtains drop
Last wire unplugged, last light deluminated
Bottomless pit, where feet once stomped
Can't shake the music from my mind, I'm contaminated
25th August 2011
I've been staring out the window
thinking I'll see a different view
from what's really there
from what's really contaminating our thoughts
People lie, cheat, and steal
our world seems to be falling apart
but sometimes we look past all that
forgive them in our hearts
But what if a crime was done
and it hurt everyone?
would you still forgive and forget?
Or make the mistake regret.
As much as I thought it was possible,
i cant change the world
even if i tried little by little
the impact wouldn't do a thing.
Our world is contaminated
with false hopes and broken dreams
sometimes it makes no sense,
but as a challenge.. try to go on.
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