I predict
In another few hundred years
Humans will have evolved to have no legs
Our hands will instead have evolved
To have smaller, more dexterous thumbs
And our butts will have flattened
To make our tiny flying saucers easier to handle.
Why do I say all this?
Because it’s clear Life outside of an inter-net
Is increasingly irrelevant.
In the future there will be no need for books
No need for one on one interaction
No need for adventure
No need for challenge
And when I say no need, of course I mean
No desire.
The addiction to instant gratification
Will replace all previous human desires
Sex, food, sports will all be redundant
In a virtual world.
We will all be hook on the e-soma
And those who aren’t
The irredeemable Neo-Luddites
Will be somewhere else, marginalized
And minimized with their long legs,
Big thumbs and butts.
And we in our 24th century Mouse Utopia
Will be blissful
When the last of us
Dies.
(8/25/26)
Time's money, this's how it's seen by monetary agency
Wiser men have modified it saying ‘Time’s currency’
An invaluable wealth, time you should never squander
No bank can help you once for money you wander
“Time and tide wait for no man”, affirms the wise
Be keen to do everything in allotted time n’ space
Like waves, which wait for none, time will advance
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time
And each second passes with a silent chime
Those who handle time without enough caution
May later regret and can land in utter perdition
As the pendulum of time swings
Each day, to infinity, steadily wings
Time is like a diminishing bank account
Nothing can be added to the existing amount
Time wasted should be our greatest regret
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can
For life on Earth has only a short span
The only way to solve the insoluble
is to dissolve into this moment,
relinquish everything
and become utterly
selfless.
The secret of the escape artist
is to slip unnoticed
Into the present.
True patience requires
not waiting for that which,
every time you look up,
already arrived.
The past is irredeemable,
the future unapproachable.
The only time to set your
watch to is
now.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
“Why bother with these irredeemable men?”
I must — for you see,
what you claim ruined belongs to me.
For I am their king —
scourged,
the most ruined of them all.
Behold my kingdom:
a nest of birds with broken wings,
whose mother — disturbed —
has left them to fall.
I weep for the breadth of its lifelessness,
and to the abandoned — comfort I bring.
For I am their empathy —
deliverance by mercy unto the broken.
I swear by the name of our collective reclaim:
may you who suffer — come one, come all.
"A Christ who has become one of us completely —
no longer a god-man among mortals, but a mortal-god of mortals."
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Rin
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time
And each second passes with a silent chime.
Those who handle time without enough caution,
May later regret and land in utter perdition.
Everything should be done in the allotted time n’ space.
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance.
"All we have to decide is what to do,
With the time that is given us" before it is due.
As the moving pendulum of the clock swings,
Each day, to infinity, slowly and steadily wings.
Time is like a diminishing bank account.
Nothing can be added to the existing amount.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret.
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget.
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can,
For life on Earth has only a short span.
Don’t count me out because
I’m not in lockstep with you,
and before I nonchalantly dropkick myself
back to the starting point,
let me point out that because of my whiteness,
I am not
a knuckle dragging racist, hysteric, insurrectionist,
white supremacist, terrorist, cultist,
deplorable, irredeemable,
nor a hypocrite or illiterate.
And the recent gender-neutral policy?
I am
a woman, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and first cousin.
I have a mortgage, enjoy Jamaican stew, and
I am married to a black man.
I’m originally from Idaho. It’s okay to ask me
“Where are you from?” or “Where were you born?”
I promise I won’t accuse you
of micro-aggression.
I do not have guilt.
I stand my ground,.
It’s okay if you do not like what I have to say:
but I remain a
free White woman who
believes in constitutional principles.
Yes—words do matter
A wind-induced smile greets me. Cradling the baby’s head, floccose like a ripe raspberry; I’m both filled with wonder and dread. The fragrance of the care products is a stark contrast to the latibule I’ve habituated for many years during my tours of duty. How am I to care for this fragile being when mankind is hell-bent on extirpation? The eminent threat is daily updated on the Doomsday Clock. Paradise razed by conflagration like the residue of a charred batch of jam: irredeemable! I can but sigh while I vow to protect him and his mother to the best of my ability.
we are fractured
in a way that seems
irredeemable.
there's no super glue
to mend
a broken relationship.
no splint, no cast, no medication
to fuse us back together
as we once were.
a fragile china cup
dropped from a great height
and shattering into
a million tiny pieces.
an old shelf,
so weighed down by years of
new information and
changing interests,
that the wood has splintered
and worn apart.
we are fractured
in a way that seems
irredeemable,
but even the most
shattered
damaged
broken
can be repaired
“Time and tide wait for no man”, affirm the wise.
Everything should be done in the allotted time n’ space.
Like waves which wait for none, time will advance.
By staying idle, we may never get one more chance!
Each one is granted a fixed quantum of time.
Without notice, seconds pass with a silent chime.
Those who handle time without enough caution,
May later come to regret and land in perdition.
As the moving pendulum of time swings,
Each day, to infinity, steadily wings.
Time is like a diminishing bank account.
Nothing can be added to the existing amount.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret.
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget.
Before infirmities set in, earn what you can,
For life here has only a short stretch and span!
Feb.5.2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Margarita Lillico
I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings shimmering, gleaming, after the
rain-steaming~ those fumes of rainbows at high altitudes, gaggaliftic! (yep, now
you are catching on). So, please save me some adjectives, that
I may use for my own bejeweled, overly flamboyant, astringent,
laxateric-metafatalelastic (toss it) facsimileing-irredeemable,
superfluous poetry.
My son was a kid in a room.
Tubs full of Star Wars figures;
Rancor Monster, Squid Head, Yak Face.
Admiral Akbar was a good guy
with a mother somewhere,
a fine woman though a bit of a trout no doubt.
but Snaggletooth with his blaster
was an irredeemable mother er.
Then, from a parallel universe,
Skeletor, Beast Man and Evil-lyn
drop from the outer rim of a boxed universe,
all arriving in a sullen haste to lay the room waste.
Evil-Lyn was hot. We kept her out of the carnage mostly,
but she was bad to the plastic bone.
My son tells me he has visions,
he sees leather-winged daemons.
I lie, tell him that there are no toy figures of those,
so they don’t exist.
On the floor, monsters are on a rampage
He-man is screwing up as usual.
For both of us
our only hope is in Optimus Prime.
Time wasted should be our greatest regret
It is precious and irredeemable, never forget
Before infirmities set in, earn what we can
For, we on Earth have only a brief span
3. Jan, 2022
Bite Size Poem# 31.Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
The successful preacher spoke with a pious tone
very soothing to the ear.
Great days are coming .
when all of mankind shall be peaceable and agreeable
and there shall be no more irredeemable souls.
The church choir stood up and they began to sing like angels and beneath the choir you can hear the rustling of pockets and jingling of change, the snapping and unzipping of handbags, wallets and purses in a very pious tone soothing to the spirit of tithing.
Neither yesterday with her episodes sad,
Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad,
Will ever beat the present moment's feel
Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel.
You’re an irredeemable dunce to look back
And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal,
Since you’ll for stale tears’ veils fail to see
That today’s wins far dim all old hours’ gall.
None laughs or cries over buried pain,
Save when new rubs old wound relive;
And true lovers instinctively kiss or hug
To still fresh stirs by rogue senses five.
So where's yester-woe's stale sting
In our current moment's first-felt tic?
Isn’t kind Nature's omniscient design
Force enough to ease fate’s icy kick?
Sing me yesterday’s dirges no more,
For today's joys must steal the show!
Neither yesterday with her episodes sad,
Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad,
Will ever beat the present moment's feel
Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel.
You’re an irredeemable dunce to look back
And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal,
Since you’ll for stale tears’ veils fail to see
That today’s wins far dim all old hours’ gall.
None laughs or cries over buried pain,
Save when new rubs old wound relive;
And true lovers instinctively kiss or hug
To still fresh stirs by rogue senses five.
So where's yester-woe's stale sting
In our current moment's first-felt tic?
Isn’t kind Nature's omniscient design
Force enough to ease fate’s icy kick?
Sing me yesterday’s dirges no more,
For today's joys must steal the show!
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