As the leopard
can't change its spots
the zebra of which
there are species three
(Burchell's, Mountain and Grévy's)
its stripes also cannot
black-and-white
supposedly
but white on black
front-to-back
in reality
it's cryptic colouration
a synonym
for animal camouflage
for which an entourage
of biologists resound
with unproven hypotheses
(e.g., keeping flies off in summer)
and specious theories abound
It’s gravity that pulls me down!
Without it, I’d be free to fly.
This robe of clay, this mortal gown
prevents me reaching for the sky.
Hypotheses are often wrong:
“it’s gravity that pulls me down”
suggests the ground’s where we belong,
and “flight” is just an abstract noun.
Professors of immense renown
insist instead on “out” and “in”:
“it’s gravity that pulls me down”
is not the notion to begin
inquiries with. We ought to start
with spheres and centres. But I frown:
no planet draws me to its heart!
It’s gravity that pulls me down.
Teleological
hypotheses bore me
Tautological phraseology
snores me
A beer and a burger ~
I adore thee
Axioms, theorems, rules of thumb
hypotheses, conundrums
Pursuers of knowledge, those Brothers Grimm ~
Hansel and Gretel’s trail of crumbs
Aim to answer the big questions and go—
beyond the scope of science and religion,
challenging assumptions and beliefs.
Define concepts and terms,
explore the arguments and evidence,
find the flaws and fallacies,
guiding the inquiry of dialogue.
Hope with your whole self to reach some clarity, wisdom.
Inspire curiosity and wonder;
join tradition and history,
knowing no limits, only possibilities-
learn from the masters and your critics.
Make the connections and distinctions,
nurturing virtues and values alike.
Open the mind and heart.
Pursue truth and meaning, at the same time
questioning reality and knowledge.
Reason with logic and ethics,
seeking the beauty and harmony within
the testing of hypotheses and theories.
Understand self, and other, the same as
viewing the world and life,
writing thoughts and ideas,
x-raying the hidden and unknown,
yearning for the good and right.
Zenith of thought dreamt greater than Horatio.
Halt
Pause to
Consider
Every Process
Taking Place Right Now
In Your Body and Brain
You’ll likely be Overwhelmed
Inhalations, Exhalations
Absorptions, Secretions, Digestions
Grief, Ecstasy, Swan-Dives, Hypotheses
Chillax ~ Involuntarily Accept Them
Silence
Sometimes, on rare occasions, mere words just seem to fail me
And these are often times when I encounter gross stupidity
At times like these I find that speaking is just of no avail
And so I stare into the faces of those characters who fail
To impress me with opinions or their silly rants and raves
And find that silence is the best reply to all those noisy knaves
My not-so-secret weapon consists of just an icy stare
No words are needed to convey the fact that I can’t bear
To hear the trash that’s spoken or their wild hypotheses
It’s enough to bring a saner man to his intellectual knees
So now I simply stare at them until their gaze is broken
For my silence tells them what I think and I haven’t even spoken!
Faith
faith fosters freedom
finding fervor for feeling-
fondly, firmly, fixed.
Grace
grace gallantly gives
gracious, glowing gratitude-
glorifying God.
Hope
hope honors healing
honing hapless happiness-
hugs hypotheses.
July 22, 2020
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: No. 1172 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/20/2023
~3rd Place~
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration
Judged: Jenish Somadas
Judged: 08/07/2020
Rules:
Three 5-7-5 Syllable Alliteration poems
The poems should be of consecutive alphabets
People are hurrying, scurrying, worrying
Frenziedly squirreling clusters away.
Rumbling hypotheses riding on every breeze
Cast a malificent shadow our way.
Spreading pervasively, sneakily, rapidly,
Spanning the continents, changing its tack,
Causing uncertainty, splitting humanity
Interdependency starting to crack.
Tension is rising, it's hardly surprising that
Feverish tremors disquiet the land
Something's approaching, invading, encroaching,
An unwelcome visitor, wholly unplanned.
.........................
Panic diminishes, wariness finishes
Neighbourly kindliness starting to spread,
Care for the elderly, healthy mentality
Sense of engagement and friendship instead.
Atmosphere's changing, the ranting and raging
Uncertainty, death and disease have left town.
Nobler priorities flavour communities
Stage set for change as the curtain comes down.
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Burning embers, star-lit rocks
Phantasmagoric shapes, unorthodox
Multi-ringed wonders, Neptune and Saturn
Gossamer circles, elliptical orbital patterns
Asteroids, meteorites whiz and hurtle by
Miniature marvels, dazzling gems on high
Take a deep breath, scan the whole galaxy
Luminiscent candles, jack-o-lantern fantasy
We've photographed the planets, measured them too
Taken their temperatures and broadcast the news
That they're four billion years old and began with a bang
But now there's the multiverse theory that recently sprang
Up, along with the oscillating universe hypotheses
By which several scientists swear that they trust
And if how it happened isn't mystery enough
Then there's the who-done-it of the who-did-it
~ Now that's really tough!
Rules and regulations bring economic strangulation
Policies and procedures serve the whims of weak leaders
Statutes and ordinances pave the road to subordinance
Hypotheses and theories render creativity weary
Laws and by-laws stick fast in your craw
Custom and tradition tie the hands of ambition
Axioms and corollaries, originality bury
Torts and contracts recall long-dead artifacts
Plea bargaining, eminent domain, the statute of limitations
Reek of appeasement and Machiavellian machination
Give me a world without all the perverse legalese
A world of brave men, who dare do as they please
Early morning hours:
Rain bans the sun
Mist drives out knowledge
and invites random
different reflections
ideas, hypotheses
suppositions
Little critters
or birds, squirrels
lawnmowerman
some friends
with persisting
incredibly annoying
loyal persuasion,
do not give up
Until you
frustrated
grab your book,
flee to the library:
silence
solitude, but still
sneakily
with love
and a smile
***
June 1, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Gravity keeps our feet on the ground,
Stops us from slapdash flying around.
This force of attraction ‘fictitious’ gives weight
And makes all fall down at equivalent rate.
(Albeit in flights of fancy it seems
That gravity follows the laws of dreams.)
Relativity caused Newton’s view to shatter,
In positing spacetime to be curved by matter.
So objects will take a particular path
That must correspond with Einsteinian math.
(The upshot is bodies have odysseys
Appropriate to their geodesies.)
Gravitons, a gravitational source
Of controversy, are seen as a horse
Of a quite different color altogether.
But then scientists aren’t birds of a feather.
(Some sit upon their a priori-based fences
And come up with theories defying the senses.)
Weak or strong, short or long, what is this thing
Called gravity? Wide hypotheses swing.
There are those who suppose that it’s this, others that.
Maybe someday, they all just might have it down pat.
(Meanwhile gravity, though we resize and shape it,
Will still have its own way— for who can escape it?)
– Harley White
Maya met her Socrates
public examination of her life
and writing down her hypotheses -
female blackness a caged bird's life
singing often, singing she arrived
from uncivil lessons on civil rights
to stand-up straight and thrive
in beauty - with rhythm besides
Marguerite Johnson is dead
but Angelou will arise
to see life wondrous instead
with dark-brown soulful eyes
mourn not that her life is passed
celebrate that it was expressed
© goodguysoul 2014-05-28
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0
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