There once was a fogbow so white,
Who cried, "All my colours took flight!"
Said Rainbow, "Your elbows
Keep bending your bow~~so
Each bend spills another colour outright!"
Empowered am I
Change of ideals
Knots to untie
The positive reveals
So much to do
No time to waste
Create an opus too
No cut and paste
I read and digest
Then spell out
A hypotesis to test
The title to shout
Will they read?
The ideas, new
A hybrid seed
For only a few
Let's start at home
Follow me, please
The rest can roam
Late, sagacity, seize
Educating the mind
Knowledge coming out combined
Theory establishing concept
Communicating taking effect
Understanding will be wisdom
Lectures being the floor plan pinpoint
Opinions with thoughts
Challenging building up abilities
The focus on possibilities
Assured and accurate
Go out and use what you learned
Business ready to earn
Degrees proven what you have accomplished
It is what you do further in what you establish
Future on and strong
Education that took time
You are intellectually genuine.
One day I sat silently thinking,
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,"
and realized that old adage is completely all wrong.
Opinions produce nothing of value,
and can be potentially dangerous too,
so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth,
if only the above an opinion will produce.
If your opinion is in regard to a particular problem,
then follow up your opinion with a feasible solution.
Now it's no longer your opinion.
Now it's your hypothesis worth testing,
which could very possibly lead towards a proven solution,
but an opinion alone, on its own produces absolutely nothing.
"Keep your opinions to yourself,"
unless you have a hypothesis worth testing to back it as well.
In measuring the Doppler shift of stars,
the universe we see seems to expand,
beginning a grand thought that is not ours:
God and the Big Bang do go hand in hand.
Created, the release of His remand,
the science having declared His demise,
heavens now collapse to a grain of sand,
and infinite, its mass, we are apprised;
earth coalesced in time under His watchful eyes.
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This is a Spenserian Stanza, 10a:10b:10a:10b:10b:10c:10b:10c:12c
Resurgence for the idea of a creator/designer within elements of the scientific community began with observations that pointed to a beginning for the universe...
Igbo words for the feared mostly high tone
Perfectly matching what rattles The Bone
Her lexis for Death, Python, Snake - Fire
And it’s like speaker screaming, pitch higher!
So also Poison’s, Madness’ - ‘The Unpleasant’
Anger’s, Bullet’s - one can’t call The Pleasant
A Language quite tonally consistent
With ideas that The Pitch makes insistent…
Still stops not here The High-High tone feature,
For it does reflect on Paired-Up feature:
Igbo words for Two Eyes, Hands, Legs – nostrils…
Linguists had better like me feel the thrills.
Igbo Sex Words I have observed
Are High-Low Tone steady bearers:
To ‘High-Low’ markedly reserved,
Save in ears of tone-deaf hearers…
All her words for Male Genital
Picked by ears not from hospital
And Females’ one’s ears digital;
To Proof subject in Capital
As though her sex words tactical
Even word for Scrotal Hernia
When pronounced and one’s ears are near:
The word in question her ‘ibi,’
In tone a rhyme with farm’s ‘Ubi’;
Also, her word for ‘The Hip,’
When it drops from one’s testing lip;
The word for “Buttock’ included,
Just her word for ‘Breast’ excluded...
I dare say “Wonderful language,
Since her Sex Words The Sex Act stage,
Before Sex human strength quite high
Like their First Syllables are high
And Ali Baba killed goes low
Just as their Seconds are all low.
To speeches Pauses lend grave weight:
A passed paused Death Sentence, “Wait! Wait!”
“You-are-already-dead-this-night”
And The Black Hearer goes white!
Always esteemed by oracles,
In speeches welcomed obstacles;
Important in a dreaded shrine,
Her grandeur not failing to shine!
Skeptics now add to her value,
Lots conceding to her, no clue:
“In-three-days-your-lifeless-body.”
And the picture they start to study!
Pauses help to stamp defiance
To convey a self-reliance
“Wonder-I-what-you-can-just do…”
If-not-like-a –pigeon-coo.”
One’s listeners the same time pause
And one is entirely the cause
“Do you know what later happened?”
Your listeners’ ears wait for lips opened:
You cease to talk, no listening;
Only their eyes glistening…
Thanks to helpful Prof. M. Omen
Then, A Doc for Prof-Wish Amen.
The shining sun’s luminous effulgence
remains unknown but for a reflection
reminding the great star of its brilliance,
signalling need of manifestation,
that The one consciousness feels elation.
Take it or leave it, so say the scriptures,
in this reflected world, caricatures
as entities, assuming feeble form,
know not their true immense, boundless stature
until so feeling, bliss magnetism warm.
26-June-2021
The Big Crunch Hypothesis
in times past it all had felt so distant
I was an aphid in an unkempt garden of eden
and my eyes, they were far too dim, too weak
and the view was far too vibrant
and the stars,
however bright they glistened,
resided light years away
and the oceans, though they beckoned
had seemed far too deep to swim
and my world was so astoundingly vast
and I
was so incredibly small
and then...
as if in the time it takes to exhale...
the all expansive universe retracted like elastic
a shimmering haze of the Milky Way now shrouds my city like a fog
and in the morning I brush the comets from my hair
the sun, once so divinely elusive
serves as a lamp on my bedside table
Saturn’s miraculous rings adorn my hands and decorate my ears
and the Earth?
my whole world in its entirety
exists suspended amidst the freckles on your cheek
The greatest lovers on Earth
never have sufficient time
to invest in competitions
to count how much love returned.
The greatest bodhisattvas
engage EarthTribe muses with co-empathy
soulfully redeeming pronoia purpose.
Great messiahs
do not quiver at death's dividing door,
where ego identity gives way
to more interdependent integrity
reaping how we have been sewn
togather reweaving health-acclimated wealth
of multigenerational memories
Priceless revolutions
of EarthTribe's organic evolution
born under SunGod's profoundly inclusive enlightenment
inviting Earth's most nutritious loving outcomes.
Our greatest lovers,
SunGod co-arising GaiaEarth,
golden ruling and coitally engaging
wisdom's most deeply rooted reborn stories
Without suffering or longing
in great belonging's timeless trust
organic EarthTribe's relentless lust
returns love's eternal peaceful life.
.
The moon was on its wane
Men enjoying killing animals in sport
Gallery floated by nymphs
Followed by princess and her mates
Hitherto hope sustained,
Anguishes over ruled,
Staggered by sickening quality
Merely were they impeded by malign?
What instinctively I loathed is futility
Wondered, foul villainy will rein?
I dreaded rather a dark pit vaguely
The archenemy of the delicate ones was creeping on apace
Already the suppressed mob had begun
To learn anew, one old repeated lesson
Becoming reacquainted with fear still be seen
I clearly could see the prince of Athena wins
While all remained busy with excitement,
It floated into my mind once again
Is it just stirring up in vain?
As it were by the current of my meditations?
Hypothesis on aristocracy continues,
Mockery on upper class sustains……..
we choose to reject
the null hypothesis
when it is true,
but why I still love you leaves
no alternative
Once there was a teacher by name Jenish Anthony "the Holy"
represented success by the simple equation “E=C2” coolly
“E” success in any endeavor of value
“C” uncompromising pursuit of a value
Bloody this hypothesis of Jenish"the great teacher" is no folly!
in dark searches shocks
thought with care that of pair found
in light they may not
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