Corollary Poems

Odd Cultural Topics

 Written: August 29, 2023
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In a world of normal minds, they say,
As thoughts are bound in an adducible way,
A crucial realm of wisdom, often quoted,
Resides in books, yet remains unnoted.

What matters to those commonsensical souls?
Who dread leaving their safe zones of control,
Who adheres to the standard despite harm,
A parody of crucial concepts is not a psalm.

Where imagination thrives,
Ordinary minds bear daring dives,
There lies the beauty of being unconfined,
To the limits of what's deemed normal, defined.

For in the realm of crucial views to foresee,
There is none here that is subject to a decree,
No restrictions on what can be said or done,
No evaluation; no need to comply or stun.

Here, vital ideas turn into comedy,
A playful dance of ideas and absurdity,
Where seriousness waxes a giggling matter,
And the mundane transforms into laughter.

So let us stray from the path well-trodden,
Embrace the unconventional and broaden
Our horizons beyond the ordinary,
In the wit of key views, clarity is a corollary.

Leeza

(Leeza, my roommate Lisa’s little sister, was off-tha-hook earlier this summer)

thirteen
peach flesh
fabuk buster
nu-metal priss
sexless breasts
bitten fingernails
dirty babyskin feet
mirror mesmerized
straight-eyed honesty
grouchapottamus
without analysis
corollary sister
wide eyed
hot mess
skinny
pacer
bella
doe
.
.
Webster: Corollary: something that naturally follows another (like sisters)

slang…
off tha hook = out of control
fabuk = rotten banana
buster = acts like a punk-b*tch
nu-metal = new generation heavy metal, hated by purists
priss = baby
grouchapottamus = someone perpetually grouchy and edgy
hot mess = a handful, a piece of work, a colorful character.
pacer = very smart, hard to keep up with, sets the pace
bella = someone to handle with care
doe = girl
Krispy = super exclusive

*Update: Leeza tested into some krispy math-camp and that apparently calmed her down.

Outpouringsn Open Form

OUTPOURINGS
the ultimate
functions
of sheer will
 an absolute
criterion
pursuing
convention

emotion
 hovers
on the verge
&  wanders
into
the
 collective
 whisper

a teemimg
triumphant
finality
 disappering
with
enriched
significance

an  ominous
reality
undecipherable
a corollary
in a
 linear perspesctive
 a attempt
to achieve
consciousness

Inner Being Strength

i
"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith ... Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace."

ii
Paul prayed in Ephesus for the Ephesians who were in an infant CHRISTian church. My 1973/1984 ZONDERVAN (US edition) of the NIV (New International Version of the Bible) only capitalizes Spirit, not "he" for God. In a way this is consonant with the Gospels (John chapter 14, is the best corollary): that Jesus said it is best He leave earth, and intercede for humanity at the Father's Right Hand, while the Holy Spirit will continue the teaching He (Jesus) had begin. It is true we live in the ongoing Pentecost (Acts, chapters 1-2) which is the Age of the Holy Spirit since Jesus ascended after some 40 days after crucifixion and Resurrection (Easter). 49 days after "Easter" we celebrate the birth of the church in the holiday you may know as PENTECOST SUNDAY.

III
I will continue this poem-prayer in the next Post, today, "INNER BEING strength 2." Thank you for your encouraging visits and/or comments. Shalom, shalom {[Peace]}

Huh

 This morning, teacher said this week:
"We'll syntax Shakespeare used critique.
We'll cogitate and cursive write
And elements and odes recite.
We'll nuclei and despots learn.
To Babylon and Ur return.
We'll corollary facts deduce
And calculate hypotenuse."

At practice, coach explained his way
Of basketball our team will play:
With box-and-one and trapping press
And low post screens we'll have success.
Our give-and go will stretch the door
And back door cuts from picks should score.
Our weave will freeze their match-up zone,
And Kevin, put away your phone."

Then later in a chair I lay,
Prepared my dentist to obey.
"Extractions must ensue, my boy.
But nitrous oxide you'll enjoy.
Occlusions and abrasion wear
We'll mend with orthodontics care.
Of gingivitis, there's no sign,
And EMG's are looking fine."

Except for phone, I cannot say
I understood a word all day.

Victimless Luck

A reverse corollary of faith 
in "make your own luck"
is to blame the losing victim.

Optimizing our win/win resilient fortune,
wealth,
treasured health
and safety
and wellbeing defense
is not the same as "self-making" a robust future

Autonomously
ego-centrically
dissociated from informed win/win cooperative
democratic political health
and/or co-invested socio-ecological
eco-feminist 
economic nutritional flow systems

Like organic beings with branches:
Yintegral organic rivers,
nutritious MotherTrees,
and enriching global bank networks
of capital macro-economic 
interactive systems,

Networks of branches,
co-mediated collaboratives
win/win co-empathic
co-relational
nonviolent communications
for restoring healthy theological peace
as also wealth of ecological justice

And, oh yes,
lucky win/win economic co-investments
in integrity's potential health of wealth.

Ode To Stone

Half of love is adventure and half is fun,
tomorrow there is still this art of our own,
nature seems to favour a conscience to turn,
life and it's dream to be already flown,
how often I wish to distance myself from none,
a corollary is that everyday proves some,
things can be done to further this kind of love.
If I think to support human whims,
is that not a suggested nightmare yesterday?,
a rest of our life is spent to unravel kinds,
to oscillate and turn say a mystery,
if I am not connered and pinned and I am not,
a one today under various intervals,
then, such is a good story of gut.
Does it mean that one kind of love story is slur?,
does it mean that this world is azure thirteen?,
what can we turned a pink stone for?,
how flowers featuring seventeen?,
ah! love is not a mushroom that is here last winter,
and next gone by, may be fake stories,
clings to it rules tomorrow to wear.

To Chance

Sometimes 
You have to 
Leave that which 
Puissance couldn't hold 
To chance,
Trust
The rhythm 
To Dance 
Back 
Good corollary.
The falcon 
Flaps 
Awhile 
Seize, 
And spread
Wings—
A flap—
The air 
Notwithstanding 
The direction 
Carries 
It through. 
To Chance 
Sometimes 
Some things 
But with faith.

Corollary

coronavirus
coronary episode—
coroner report




5/14/2020

The Mask Has Slipped

I'm disillusioned of this modern world
This quantum, promise-palter singularity most days leaves me hollow like empty Technology 

Picture an old colour tv- tubeless workless-
abandoned on an urban bombsite; that's me

Deep unsettled forebodings haunt my sleep, itself a fitful deal 

On better days, I see the plan
But most days the pit looms larger than an internal universe of anxious raving racing outward expansion

It's possible I've aged enough - just enough, mind - to have become the prick the younger me kicked against. 
Not likely though. The evidence overwhelms. 
This time-ripping exponentiality denies all of my feeble tries at the explanatory

Let's see, shall we?
The ineptitude of THAT maternal platitude both exacerbates and contradicts the corollary
You see? That's the point now.
The Mask has slipped
And has anyone even noticed? 
Let's see. 
Let us see.
To whom do we make this silent plea?

Having It All

If you have knowledge, what do you lack
                                   ~ If you lack knowledge, what do you have  



                   A Corollary

An ignoramus cannot fear Sin
                               ~ nor can he be truly pious

Liberal Love's Failure

One answer to Patrick Deneen's question,
Why Liberalism Failed,
not necessarily opposed to Deneen's own
more LeftBrain position,
yet considerably shorter,
is:

Profoundly democratic liberalism,
like Christianity,
has failed because it has not been multiculturally tried,
to paraphrase anti-colonizing 
and non-violent communicating 
Mahatma Gandhi.

Strangely,
this may also be a kind of corollary
to respond to a different title,
How the West was Won,
which would thereby postulate
How the West was Lost 
by Win/Lose capitalist pretensions
to overpower Win/Win resilient integrity.

Physical Fitness

P-hysical fitness is important, 
E-ssential to male and female; 
R-equirement for better health, 
L-etting not the body
A-il.

C-omplete physical fitness
A-ims to make human happy; 
B-ecause of the good effect, 
R-esult, fruit, and corollary.
E-arly nineteenth of January, 
R-ight exercise carries wellness; 
A-lmighty God has ordered to have a physical fitness.

Monorhyme On Marwadi Resource Persons

In this unknown world of knowledge hilly,
You came as a Mozart in disguise dolly
To teach all teachers how to teach fully;
Benefitted though sad – not meeting daily.
Daily meeting not possible, gave a pulley
Of google drive and we see, hear our folly.
Giving a chocolate, taking note of us, O Alley.
A corollary we get makes us gorgeous frilly
No obfuscatory with him: sometimes chilly,
Times cold, but a hunky-dory, a true deli.
An accurate hortatory for English holy,
Teaching precise pronunciation alley
To improve us from state utter nugatory.
Encouraging, gave chances to all my folly; 
Novel, pioneering, predicatory. Never did dally.
Blessed to have such a trainer as lovely lily
Had been an orator, excellent energetic filly.
Marwadi University is blessed with hilly –
The persons so high, so intelligent, O Molly!
Wish to have such a guide in my life daily
So that saccharin be added to life’s chili
And lethargy, fatigue, lassitude goes dully.
Let it be Surat or Morbi or Rajkot or Delhi
Dhanajay, Viral and Brij sir be with me fully.

The Sojourner

The land wreathes in rhythm;
And caressed with cruel history and rough tenderness,
Scratching the skin of my patience.
Absorbed with the shock,
I'm suspicious of this happiness
Like I've been.
The dearth of space
And the eloquent but emptiness of time,
Betrays me to presently squash and squander my solitude
I recognize this place,
This wilderness men call life
I've been here once,
Maybe more and more
Corollary to the indelible pregnancy
Of this thorns
And the profuse smiles in my wrinkles
Swam the Mediterranean
And climbed the Everest
But the pastures have all been eaten by termites.
Can't climb Kilimanjaro again;
Not because it's low,
But because it's home.
Now the sojourner is back
With more debt
Clinging to the breast of silence
And succouring in the navel of sighs without relief.

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