Mosaic tablets are not monoliths.
It all depends (despair, or last best hope?)
whatever end of Tocqueville’s telescope
you happen to be viewing. One man’s myths
are gospels to another. Freedom fighters,
or filthy terrorists? A vexing ton
of evidence encumbers Lexington.
Our certain self-assertion might indict us.
A foreign army’s trampling our soil,
despoiling farms and cottages at will?
We’re justified (according, then, to Hoyle)
in using violence? It’s never quite as
simple as they say, those righteous writers.
Is Dien Bien Phu so far from Bunker Hill?
I wanted to buy the star
Andromeda from cosmologist
Fred Hoyle for my
dead sweetie Iris.
To build her in lab for
short childhood, lasting youth
To teach her love will touch softly
for pain will pinch her.
I invoke you to rise
delay your departure
to shine on her as you find
guide this pilgrim to her.
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June 24, 2014
Form: Naani (Syllables 25 per stanza on www.howmanysyllables.com
Dr. Ram Mehta
Thgird Place win
Contest: Shine with yiour Naani by nette onclaud
**I taught A for Andromeda, a one-act play in late sixties. The Milky Way's nearest neighbor in space is the spiral galaxy, Andromeda. It was first seen by a telescope in 1612 by Simon Marius. It was first seen by the naked eye in 1964 by a Persian astronomer, Abd Al-Rahman Al Sufi. Andromeda. She is biologically built in a lab with very short childhood
within few months she is in her youth. She lacked one thing. She had not feelings. One has got teach her what is pain pleasure, hate etc. etc.
I'm trapped inside my pain.
Who can I blame?
Walking into the darkness of shame.
Pain can be emotional
and also physical.
Pain can put me in tears
and can increase my fears.
It feels like a scorching flame
that no medicine can tame.
Pain is often excruciating and agonizing.
Getting relief is quite amazing.
I may be thought of as unwanted leftovers perhaps;
Maybe that’s because I leave a bad taste in their mouths?
It’s said I’m never on time, never in line; and continually blind somehow;
And how can anyone love me if according to Hoyle I’m so undependable?
But my pets, they insist that I give them my love;
I’m a very nice guy; what’s not to love and I love with such intensity.
Of course not everyone can accept love like they do.
People have expectations and rightly so I guess.
I’m still loved though and I’m loyal and look out for those who love me;
But yet those who were once the closest categorize me as;
Insignificant residue from the past that they wish would go away.
It was once even considered ideally prudent; if I had of perished long ago.
Perhaps it’s a circle needing to be broken; so leaving little else to say;
I suppose at this point I should inject a social indemnity;
That hopes their lives continue to prosperous if it so suits them.
And me; I’ll do like I always do and make believe it doesn’t matter.
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