How can we determine things of note,
when they're up close, when they're remote?
Relative scales might equate
something small with something great.
Discerning eyes can't always judge
a galaxy from a smudge.
How many times has my name been duplicated
perhaps more at least tripled or quadrupled
I check the on line library
Eleven at least Individual Douglas Gillies
I wonder are they all like me
married to young fillies
My wife then decides
she will look on line too
She discovers same name totals
adds up to twenty two
Add middle name Alexander
now my name's unique
Individuality at last
It's a trait I like to seek
I'm in a park and perched upon a bench
is a man he plays guitar
I wonder does he have the skill
to play an Indian sitar
His hair is long and white
his beard is in a plait
Around his neck there is a harp
I wonder how does this all equate
A tiny tambourine on a foot pedal is attached
in every way it seems that we are matched
Like me he even plays a Beatle song
acoustic there is no microphone
Am I looking in a mirror
or perhaps I am a clone
Footnote Harp an abbreviated name for a harmonica
Mountains were made for poets --
for dramtic scales and harrowing descents. For
lofty subjects and deeper, fumarole vents -- many
are volcanic you know. Some active,
others sleeping, as those creative dry-spells~
no word-glows with the ashes. When carefully
placing my dots and dashes, counting often unruly
syllables, contemplating scriptor's tempting easy-rhymes,
word-candy, for poetic sound-effects, reminded I am of canned
laughter, not needed when Saturday Night
Live was yet funny. Had real entertainment substance.
My first book of mountains admittedly needed
more height, did not adhere to principals of careful oversight.
Honesty with self, and stacks of rejections have been
my maturing lifts and refining propellers. Don't give up. Lots
of knowlegeable-beans and more spicy life-seasoning has helped fuel my
linguistic evacuation. As Poe may have also been implying
when he said, what we "see and seem", do not necessarily equate
to a publisher's eclectic ream. What do they know anyway?:)
Alive not living,
Past era keeps reliving...
Freedom's misgiving.
Independence sighs,
What freedom frankly denies...
Cum pure lawful guise.
Where one sorrow smiles...
In democratic cool styles,
That shield violent miles.
Eyes travels in mind,
How leaders should have been kind,
But greedily blind
Right to live on earth-
Is no Nigerians by birth,
Only Govts have worth.
Unlike the Indians,
They are humanitarians
But ours- comedians.
Indians celebrate...
When will Nigeria equate,
What growth's checks operate?
Like how courtship's will,
Wish marriage's freedom fulfill...
Relationship's thrill.
Independence day,
India and Indians to weigh...
How hell the past stray!
Congratulations!
She laced her shoes and faced the dawn
A nurse's love? I'll say "be warned"
As hands this soft can change your fate
Where drugs and needles can't equate
With weary eyes she sees through all
With thickened coats and armored jaws
Behind closed doors she guards the flame
In times of war remains unnamed
When all has crumbled life goes on
A tearful moment can't be prolonged
A hero's cape though bold and bright
May sometimes look like scrubs in white
Stalked all their life
Stained by a crime not committed
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated
Probation was for those in need of reformation
Not those who already good behaviour
But any chance to stereotype
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured
A way to surveil those who now walk in the light
Constant checkups, now a normal routine
Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean
Being suffocated by the fear
Of breathing wrong
They'll do anything to keep us behind bars
Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received
Being watched doesn't equate to being free
Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique
You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance
Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden
Not when we live a life of normalcy
Yet are still followed
By the law that claims to help
Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth
You can't claim it ended when we live under the power
Of the white man
Whilst algebra for many is so poorly understood
At school I put the effort in and I became quite good
Three apples being equal to a carrot and two pears
Was obvious, for camels are a donkey and two hares
A bicycle without a wheel was equal to a boat
But take away an apple and you’ve got a mountain goat
Though if you multiply an orange by a seedless grape
The answer’s twenty six and a recurring hairy ape
Who knew that one banana added to a coconut
Might equate to seven minus half a water butt
But, hey, I passed exams that say I’m clever as can be
Two peaches plus an aubergine will not befuddle me
The usefulness of algebra is difficult to see
Unless you need to prove six plums are very nearly three
But what I learnt of algebra I never did forget
Though now I’m ninety seven… and I haven’t used it yet
Trees are witness
The tale of man
Start to end.
Trees goes with age
Age in hundreds
Wrote history.
Trees gives shades
Off oxygen
So life will live.
Trees equate life
One man one tree
For you and me.
Older does not necessarily
equate to wiser -- but wiser
can often make one seem a lot
older; in fact, robbed of youth
by poverty and war, I have
sadly met, too many premature
ancients: -- cynicism
in their eyes; where
should reside bright, hopeful
gleams -- dreams, obliterated,
man's faux surface designs over-inking truer light,
little more than colorful
tattoos
of ever
deeper
representation
of spirit
terminating
blight --
Reason rests upon faith
I am not into fideism
I'm not a fan of the Enlightenment
Or a Cartesian prison
Mr. Naturalist if you please
Show me where laws grow on trees
Or where numbers hide
And propositions are seen
So you believe what you see
Has anyone ever seen
An abstract entity?
Unbelieving scientists
Obscure and fudge the truth
All the theories they've put forth
Drowned in primordial soup
Liberals say anything goes
Then attempt to condemn a belief
That's as silly as a kleptomaniac
Claiming not to be a thief
Existentialism
Seems appealing
Equate God's thoughts
It has no meaning
Thinking God's thoughts
After Him we are commanded
In chance and luck you'll be stuck
Leaving you intellectually stranded
So how do we account for counting?
Is it antecedent steps of doubt?
When we experience epistemological self-consciousness
We can ask "Who let the dogmas out?"
Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy
Fantastic question!
Why indeed?
Why did The Creator
Whether God or Science or a Scientific God
Choose blue
Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon?
Is it because the day seems cheerier
The world brighter
The people friendlier
Due to the color overhead?
A Mount Everest of evidence shows
Humans are happier
Outside
Under the blue.
So, why do we equate blue with sadness?
Certainly, blueberries are one of the most congenial of the berries
And Superman always dazzles in blue.
However, I suppose not all blues are the same.
Midnight blue is complex in color and to contemplate.
Almost all have gazed hypnotically into its majestic fluidity.
Many onlookers discovered hidden inspiration and birth.
But, some couldn’t see past darkness and conclusion.
Blue, sky blue, and midnight blue
Among those shades lies many lessons
Including the fragility of stereotypes and prejudice.
What’s that Jimmy?
You only need an explanation to relay to science class?
Oh.
Sky color derives from air molecules and wavelengths of sunlight.
Is that the answer you’re seeking son?
in my current manic state
I do not hesitate
to throw away my fate
walking off is my date
not a potential mate
identify source of hate
to silliness I equate
that guy was second rate
pretty sure you can commiserate
for your last blind date
was not totally great
book writers collaborate
publisher may have to wait
send a teaser as bait
this guy was named Nate
Not my ideal blind date
She sits furlong
the race has been won
saddled on the mountain top
why equate the drilled
laying like searchlight beams
She waits for the birman
with wings on her mind
straight laced
she race you for fun
Venus on the edge
shared shies
she unfathom you
The vast ocean would entwine with the sky
and thus consumed with this burning yearning,
gathering strength, its mission, do or die,
waves around lava rocks begin churning.
Kiama is where ocean’s heart and soul
demonstrate that heavens are within grasp,
with waves swirling skyward at this blowhole,
as emotions peak, heart lets out a gasp.
The chamber from which the ocean does rise,
we equate in us as cave of our heart,
where God’s magnetism delights to surprise
our soul, on feeling bliss ignition start.
Beholding in wonder, sea waves thunder,
we feel rapture rise from deep down under.
My listless thoughts are entirely detached
My mind unable to fully equate
These feelings completely skewed and mismatched
Emotions flee my mind then dissipate
The brain concedes to devil incarnate
Yielding to a distant watching member
Recalling a past I can't remember.
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