Do as you like do as you may,
revealing consequences held at bay.
Long breath of words repeated until true,
fact or fiction, there is no clue.
Depth of deception so deep,
spoken by ghouls claiming innocence.
Barefaced cruelty spawning death and despair,
decency mislaid, exchanged for a doctrinaire.
Men and women at the head of these Serpentes,
above all laws for these blamable bourgeoisie.
As always the day of reckoning will finally come
where all poisonous vipers will be denounced.
Things will be Announced!
AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe—
To a life lived by the book, beside.
A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread,
When doctrinaire or fanatic is read.
A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, soaring!
Literature—a proclaimed soul-stirring engineering.
soup overdone comments blow hot air ~ AI bubbles up everywhere
bits and bytes chain reactions going spare ~ does admin really care
esoteric brainwashing on blogs here and there ~ bullsh!t doctrinaire
witnesses hold high ground au contraire mon frere ~ sisters in a lair
HMS
Confusing moments
diffuse or strange...
They are full of meanings.
ordinary or extraordinary days,
are essentially real...
They are doctrinaire masters,
artisans of the necessary...
Days to live...!
That was the time of my life when my search turned stern,
Like a thirsty beast, for streams of truth, I did yearn;
In search of saints and sages, I wandered and roamed,
Queries, like dark clouds of monsoon days, on me domed...!
Here it is, they said, Oh, no, it is over there,
Like an insane, I searched for treasures everywhere;
False philosophies and theologies called me,
Though ran after each I could not find myself free...!
Indian philosophy and western credo,
Divine doctrinaire or Freudian libido;
Science or medicine or poetry or art,
What had I not tried with sincerity of heart...?
It's then when, ultimately, when I went within,
With my goodness and meanness and virtue and sin;
Celestial scenes of existence I did behold,
As a grand finale, corpus-soul-core consoled...!!!
24 February 2023
Closer to fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Bustling corridors, places to go,
you can’t stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course,
there’s an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know,
like the best place for lunch
or where the wi-fi’s slow.
Last year there was lots of snow,
the Yale tunnel system was the way to go,
to warmly get from A to B,
when paths were dangerously icy.
This year there hasn’t been any snow
it guess it’s global warming, you know
- or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño?
I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones
that hazardous weather made Yale seem like home
those storms were something I took for granted.
‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada.
I left Georgia and now I’m feeling cranky.
I want the winters God used to inflict on Yankees.
I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire.
to stop them now isn’t fair - or something else näm-di-'ger.
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nom de guerre (French) = means a pseudonym
Pedants fume helpless and seethe with rage,
But linguists surrender to the age,
Media always misuse
Commoners to confuse,
But rage not, time has turned a tired page.
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It is the age of freedom, free for all. Words are used any which way. Grammar ultimately follows usage. Take epicentre. It may sound a bit grander than just centre, but it is used only in context of earth-quakes. But media prefer epicentre in all contexts— political, social, economic, any. Pedants and classicists and linguists may boil with rage. But dictionaries will ultimately capitulate and compromise. So, make no fuss, or you will be called doctrinaire, worse, obscurantist or obfuscator, or in the worst case a nit-picker hair-splitter. Alas, you thought you were a sophist and a scholar!
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Tongue-in-cheek |05.05.14 |
1 Syllable
air · bare · bear · blair · blare · chair · cher · claire · clare
· dare · dear · err · fair · fare · flair · flare · frigidaire · gair
· gare · glar · glare · hair · haire · hare · heir · lair · lare · lehr
· mair · maire · mare · nare · ne'er · pair · pare · pear · prayer
· rare · rear · sare · scare · serr · share · skare · snare · spare
· square · stair · stare · swear · tear · their · there · they're
· ware · wear · were · werre · where
2 Syllables
affair · anywhere · aware · belair · belaire · belare · beware
· compare · declare · dispair · eclair · ensnare · forswear
· frontiere · healthcare · impair · mcnair · midair · o'hare
· pierre · prepare · repair · st_claire · takecare · unfair
· voltaire · welfare · westair · whitehair
3 Syllables
billionaire · debonair · delaware · disrepair · doctrinaire
· everywhere · javier · jeanpierre · millionaire · questionnaire
· solitaire · somewhere · st_pierre · unaware · underwear
I'm Arun Joy
For discomfort you shall see
Sombre, but I am ploy
Never but I am 'we'
Deem me arrogant for thine dreams I purview
Gleaming relevant in sorrow streams I eschew
In the class of chemistry a girl shimmers in awe
She pass all so splendidly like a pearl dimmers in sprawl
A sensitive heart of tears
For the bearer you seclude
Presence set apart of fears
As the stranger you include
Lest I forget the quaint Professor Anup Nair
An ode beset for being, never, doctrinaire
I love to be loved
But for a momentary gleam
A dove from above sparkles
In a dignitary stream
I'm Arun Joy
Towers collapsed to foundations,
The planes exploded in air,
To gratify firebrand preachers
Destruction and death everywhere.
Bus became coffin on byway,
Train torn up beneath ground,
Fanatics end innocent life,
Spin godless chaos around.
Child kneels broken at graveside,
Tears drip down to the earth,
A consciousness of pure evil
Deems human life of no worth.
Enemies fester within,
Harbour a doctrine and creed,
Under the guise of religion,
And nurtures a virulent seed.
Enemies hidden within,
Feral smiles, baring of teeth,
Approve of a racist agenda.
Murder by twisted belief.
Why should we drown beneath?
Fundamental waves of hate,
Why should we have to live
In this an altered state?
They can go to other places
Where their twisted creed is rife,
Where martyrdom and slaughter
Construe their way of life.
The simple, sorry factor
The ironic doctrinaire:
The places of their genesis
Won’t stand them living there.
Thus decent, honest people
Are left unto their fate,
A homeland under terror
Remains an altered state.
1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
And embrace hypocrisy?
Will change resist change
And go against its doctrinaire?
Why, will change change not
Should nothing be permanent, even change?
Since change is also a thing.
2.
Our world changes daily by seconds
Our lives in the roller-coaster of time
The noon gives way to the moon
The dawn turns dusk
At intersections of these:
One enters, another exits
One moans, another mourns
One rejoices, one regrets
In the spate and space of time;
A jungle becomes a haven
The oblivious became renowned
Riches become ruins
All on the altar of change
1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
And embrace hypocrisy?
Will change resist change
And go against its doctrinaire?
Why, will change change not
Should nothing be permanent, even change?
Since change is also a thing.
2.
Our world changes daily by seconds
Our lives in the roller-coaster of time
The noon gives way to the moon
The dawn turns dusk
At intersections of these:
One enters, another exits
One moans, another mourns
One rejoices, one regrets
In the spate and space of time;
A jungle becomes a haven
The oblivious became renowned
Riches become ruins
All on the altar of change
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