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Aisle Constitution

Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution 
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.

Legislation 
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference

Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom 
Mandated registration for return


Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth

Circulation of the times
Of America 
Objective as Coordinate

True Beauty, Indeed, To The Number-Theorists

True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists),
     reveals the distribution of the primes.
Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists
     of a defender that we praise in rhymes.

     Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector all times  
keeps shielding city, child, and princess bride;  
     or King Priam's grace for thoughtless Paris's crimes,
rather than wrath for his treach'rous regnocide.

What beauty is not, is Euclid mortified,
     if Riemann's Hypothesis's not in sight,
or the Zeta function's proof verified
     (for the spread of primes) gives zero insight.

However, beauty is what frames your face:
which ev'n shames Helen of the Trojan race!

STARDUST

  Showers of stardust  on continuous flow in Cosmos
    sprinkling splendour in dark turquoise sky,
      silvery spangles glowing as blooming stars.
        Wonder of periwinkle stars twinkling 
             glistening glittering 
               on tapestry of stardust.

       Stardust sprinkles lovely lustre on Autumn leaves
         Stardust shining in Moonbeam 
           along with amorous dream
             on meteor showers.
         Bursting stardust in cosmic glow
           with trail of silhouette on Milky Way.
             Nebulae showing asymmetric distribution
                 of stardust in opulence.

         Luminous starry sky pour stardust
              like showers of blessings 
            from parents and grandparents 
              once so close, but now no more.

         Starburst : Flakes fine 
          spread stardust,
          blinking sparkling !
           Shiny lattice of shadows to cast
           a network of rue and rapture
            to capture sensing 
             sprinkling of stardust.

Nadir

Reaching soil from from one end of the earth to the end.
Anointing nutrients of life to growing existence. 
Insisting on equal distribution and fairness of quality.
Nesting in the clouds until its due time.



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God Is The Reason

Last year, I and other family members took supplies
to assist an area devasted by a tornado. There stood
two large vehicles; one was from the Red Cross and
the other from the Samaritan Purse.

In the middle of all the destruction stood a
church facility serving as distribution center.
For me, there was no doubt as to why that Christian
facility was still standing. One word sufficed: God.

Why don't storms continue their devastation?
Why do they bother to cease and desist?
Why do ocean waves usually cease at the shore?
Why isn't there multiple volcanoes all at once?
Why has mankind not self-destructed? God.

Why does knowledge come gradually over time?
Why are so few people ahead of their time?
It's not a mystery that you and I are not in control.
Why is the earth the only planet known to have
Air, wind, water, trees, wild vegetation, etc.? God.

Being at the helm does not mean I determine my destiny.
There's so much more to follow that we've never seen.

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The Law of the Land

Let no man ever put asunder

Dominate, exploit, or plunder

The freedoms of this institution

Promised in the Constitution

The laws enacted throughout the land

That are fought by those with their own hand

And impedes their legal distribution

Must face a final retribution

Dan's Favorite Birds - 6 of 10 - Greylag Goose

You may know the greylag from a Mother Goose Rhyme.
This sort of goose lays 3 to 5 eggs at a time.
If clutch size distribution is uniform, I'm
Pretty sure the egg number will likely be prime.

Thirst and hunger

He died and found himself in the bardo
A buffet was spread out with food and drink
A sagacious elder was distribution the coupons
But when approached he greeted him with a wink

You may drink if you have quenched a fellow souls thirst 
You may eat to the extent of the hungry you have fed
But the akashic records show you’ve done neither
And have not lived a life by love and light led

Whisky Tea

What I wish to speak,

every endeavor would dilute 
the essence like Plato’s forms.

Can a shadow imitate heat?

Lost in translation, best to keep 
simple, lucid as a hand 
stroking cheek. 
But hands slightly tremble 
in the slightest of moments,
shadows you can’t help but witness 
in your vision’s corner, 

however brief.

I crave to show what I can’t speak
in purest form, then collect 
all potential meanings 
as if each held the key 
to all secrets beneath 

every star that gleams. 

If time’s an illusion, what of me? 
Simple queries hold the key
to grand possibilities. 
Everything’s trembling now..

We can only touch what seems. 

He touches her, she touches he.
What is there but revelry 
in unkempt distribution?
The patterns of art, 
songs of new and old, 
mock solutions and whisky 
in a cup of tea. 

But there in silence we see 

the thing in itself. 
Softly tugging your sleeve.
Kiss me harder, 
and softer.
Hold me tighter, 
and longer. 

Dream.

Uneven Distribution

A Lombardian young man nicknamed Stan;
delivered Amazon stuff in his van.
They didn’t pay very much
being so out of touch;
so he skedaddled back home to Milan.

Realist

We mortals have eyes to see,
ears to hear, noses to smell,
and abilities to feel and taste.

Under normal circumstances, we are
blessed with these senses at birth.
After birth, things go rapidly relative.

A pessimist sees a glass half empty of water.
There is no rain and the wells are running dry.
Soon, there will be no water for us to drink.

An optimist sees a glass half full of water.
We are overdue, and any day now, it will rain!
There will be plenty of water to survive and thrive!!

A REALIST sees a glass with a certain amount of drinking water.
It may or may not rain.  So, we must prepare for possible pain,
conserve the water we have, and develop a plan of distribution.

Patience Worth and Poet's Manifest

I
The prose & prosaic lives pursuing career
From apartheid in Africa to US freedoms (1983)
Poets voices muted, too much hunger
The luxury of democracy, enduring systems
Of dispossession, of marginalising, silencing
With vigilante foes of one's own kind - for fame? -
Yet systems of food distribution, & of medicines
Need democracy, too, urgent reform 
Pandemics reinforce the civilized caste sytem 

II
Is there a military-pharma-cyber mafia?
What will my pen say - or my spirit say -
When the prosaic careers go silent 
The itch to write nudges me to poetry
For the likes of Patience Worth (d.1641)
Quaker girl worked fingers to the bone
Yet desired art of writing, exploring ... Now
The unraveling of time: Pearl Curran became her pen
400 years later! There is a colonial captive
A hidden teacher-philosopher from Old Afrik, here
Telling of a tax-technology-robotic civilization
Of new high priests, go-betweens in art, science, family

Pervasive

what is the true pattern of consciousness in this immense universe?
how far into the overwhelming breach has awareness been dispersed?

in the depths of exhaustion, the dark silent stillness nourishes me
universe is full of entities which act surreptitiously

from ignition, our sun has shown each second of every cosmic day
particle exchange has long been the source of our universe's headway

those traits which exemplify humans have uneven distribution
we reside in the crucible of universal evolution

constant flow within our cosmos is mainly a matter of valence
we expand level of consciousness through reality's surveillance

earthly prophets proclaiming simplicity makes words more persuasive
biota which our planet has generated became invasive
providing sudden realization existence is pervasive

Trying To Be Smart

The act his men did condemn 
No exception: all of them;
Twelve thousand in his pockets,
Eyes causing to leave sockets,
His cheeks ripening for slaps,
Ears for women's shaming claps;
A union's contribution
For daily distribution...

Had meant it as a surprise,
Twelve and Low Account should rise;
He'll argue it "No idea!"
With benign smiles mask real fear...

New seen Mafia films on jobs
That leave behind irate mobs;
Hancock trying to be smart
Ends up jolting Trusting Heart.

Breakfast of Champions

The most important meal of the day
Is a healthy breakfast,
If nutritionists are to be trusted.
But "healthy" depends on one's point of view,
So that bubble's about to be busted.
How do chickens and pigs figure into the plan,
And what's the value of their contribution?
And how much credit should each one get
For cholesterol and protein distribution?
In a hearty breakfast of ham and eggs
The following must be admitted:
The chicken is more or less involved,
The pig is fully committed.

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