An initiative unforeseen
Supported by the Countess Aberdeen
Motivated several politicians and were
Encouraged to convene
In the year of 1920
When issues were aplenty
Delegates backed the Cork City charter
And elected MacSwiney, our dear martyr
Yet as many were to grieve
Others would also leave
They were faced with a new mandate
Upon founding the Irish Free State
However not everyone was happy
And things got rather scrappy
With views diverging ever-more
Making it hard to keep the score
The dust took a while to settle
And tested our civic institutions’ mettle
Though issues were left unsolved
Causing city councils to be dissolved
New problems were to be addressed
That would get the people rousing
Occupied with public works and housing
Making the managers obsessed.
That’s an oversimplification
For a topic deserving of dilation
An overview of a creation
Being the Municipal Association
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Time has no alpha and omega
Indeed time was not born from time
It's a distinct entity
Souls traverse in its flow
Dilation be there
Revelation
proclaims it's
only
God
I was not ready to say goodbye
when you left last night
without a kiss
cheeks wet with tears
lips wet with liquor
I whisked myself away
drowning until dreaming
dreaming of you
time dilation was so intense
as to make me feel upon waking
as if I had been asleep for days
too often I get confused
between what I dream
and what is real - flux
the flux of fulfillment
and disappointment
is the substance of Future -
the taste of both familiar
from journeys past
I think I have been here before
maybe in a dream
The blackest hole
of poetic intent
Light spinning inward
no chance of escape
Eluding the eyes
collapsing the meaning
Time in dilation
direction opposed
Energy waning
one word is emitted
Superpositioned
—the last dying star
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
A new conception
Two mammals form a pair bond
The basis for monogamy
Friction against a membrane
Producing a sensation
Stimulation leading to a release
Contractions propel cells into tubes
Searching for fusion before they die
An ovum is penetrated
And fertilisation begins
Developing over a period of months
A heart begins to beat
Vibrations of sound can be heard
Footprints and fingerprints form
Eyes can open and close
A water breaking
Signals the start of labour
A dilation reveals an opening
The canal of birth
A mother connected to a child by a cord
Pushing to deliver, the miracle of life
Life is a matter of compulsion,
Don't wonder with frustration.
Script is with the boss of creation,
It is written in succession.
Entry and exit have got fixation,
Without any time dilation.
No matter take precautions,
Hope for some concessions.
Righteousness in your actions,
With a given fixed situation,
May create a rigid differentiation.
A problematic life is a gift of creation,
It has got God's authorisation.
You should feel lucky for this selection,
Congratulations for this promotion.
Do justice to it with proper execution,
It is the best possible option.
At last you get appreciation,
At the end of your completion.
Life becomes a devotion,
Without any exemptions.
What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within
Unbounded and free, despite chains on our necks
Seeing virtual shadows that we all vex
Listen to the sweet call like Neo once did
Who saw that the Architect is the id
Listen to the dove despite what it may seem
The dove outside this maze is not a dream
This iron caged world is a dream that we run
The dove’s feather is within everyone
A blood red pill, truth without dilation
A grand transition and transformation
The fissure of what is, and who will win
Within this strange place we find ourselves in
Let’s get our articles republished
With all our efforts just refurbished
In the perfect situation of time warp
We have to march past. Let’s unwrap!
Either we end as a scapegoat
Or we find another spacegoat
The space phenomenon being magic
Like a poetry, science and music
Space being the definition of time
Insufficient is our knowledge of dime
Let’s try our words to rhyme
Creating impact that does chime
Let’s go for iconic innovation
Before the species start renovation
Before one gets congestion nasal
Let’s help the agency ‘NASA’L
Exploration of space is space-ploration
Exploitation of space is space-ploitation
All the folks that are virtuous and wise
Let’s inculcate the skill to televise
The question seems to be awesome
Whether the aliens are so wowsome
The theories of physical time dilation
Will alert us from doing any violation
Preserving our ancient culture
Let’s design the space couture
When you watch
or guide
you would agree
that time is a thing
of two ends
may be like a children
playing lever
but what is there
it makes a difference.
Easily with our ears picked
But mostly with our Feet kicked:
A skirting round a dance floor
Back and forth its entrance door.
No sooner by cochlea’s filtered
Than it is by lips uttered
And by the hands gestured,
As swinging them is nurtured:
Corrupted hips in a non-stop undulation,
Fantasizing eyes, a ceaseless dilation
Every second impressing Rotational Speed
Little or no restraint to heed.
A balm for wounded spirit music:
An eraser of a hurting hiss,
A genre faithfully fanning out pleasantries,
Another volunteering unfamiliar quaintness:
The First, A Melody For The Mild
The Second A Package for The Wild
The Former by Degrees boisterous
The Latter ever willing to be mysterious
A served dish of contrasting choices
By an as much contrasting voices
Quick millions showers an upcoming talent
A supporting shoulder for the voice with a dent
Curiously to some readers, A Great Help
And when they can’t it reach A Yelp!
I went to the doctor
To check out my eyes.
Dilation was needed;
‘Twas not a surprise.
But now, hours later,
With pupils gigantic,
My vision’s all fuzzy,
Which should make me frantic,
Though wearing my glasses
At least I can see;
Still, reading and writing
Aren’t easy for me.
Tomorrow I’ll wake
And my sight should be fine
So the world and my vision,
I hope, will align.
Her exhalation of loin lucidity
mentally fertilizes
my inhalation with ova clarity
Silent eyes move with
midnight aura imperative speed
Time dilation purity
seem to halo heat signature read
Twin soul synchronicity
mirrors a muffled,
dual embrace reciprocity:
A horizontal transmission need
Sigh ... blink
Thought oscillations
of laser intensity
enter the deepest diaphragm part
of fetal prone me
Pheromone palpitations
leaves a muted trail of inaudible moans
Cosmic kiss-synapse fluidity
is the lip-binding universal speech
Blink ... sigh
Love urgency travels
on an arrhythmic aorta beam
Unspoken passion
twas utterly bosom conceived
A metrical escape valve,
letters in the maelstrom
Lightning on the horizon,
second child of the Gods
Sacrificial waterfall,
its current overflowing
A literal dilation
—of the verbal supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
the day, the...day, the...
live long day...it, just won't stop...
i mean...there's no end...
it's always the same...
moment, minute, too hour...
time is...standing still...
it's...time dilation...
the ames room time lapse effect...
acceleration...
causes expansion...
through other time dimensions...
a necessity...
one is not enough...
so...an effective time machine...
brings time to a halt...
in normal three space...
opening time-port access...
travel...anywhere...
one single instant...
a disappearance from space...
appearance in time...
stan sand
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