Death is a door that closes...
life is a door that opens!
if one door closes,
another door opens...
So why fear death?
if we only need
IS to open another door!
Interpretation~
springs from
dissatisfaction with
appearance and
a wish to improve~
yet appearance is
already complete
without need
for further
Appearance~~
Good evening, sir, my name is Alice.
A man of peculiar predilections,
Lewis Carroll, made me, not from malice.
Rather, more so, from his affections.
A pen name for a man, pedagogic,
Charles Dodgson was the given name
of this Oxford professor of sound logic.
To me, he's Lewis Carroll, just the same.
If my creator made another choice,
and threw me tumbling down another hole,
and hearing not a rabbit's nervous voice,
you'd see a wormhole swallow me whole.
To a wormhole of logical conundrums,
let us take a wild, but confusing trip.
Well, are you ready, hear the roll of drums?
Put your thinking cap on. I'll let 'er rip!
Poets are illogical and write of Luna.
Nobody who eats tuna also plays whist.
Illogical people also eat tuna.
My gist? Do poets who play whist, exist?
While you are considering that my friend,
I'll go to my place in that charming book,
where Mister Carroll ensured my life won't end.
If you want to see me, come take a look.
It's that simple,
beginning and ending
inspiration comes from within.
Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.'
Concise; and yet? Fantastic.!
Truly sound' at this current time he is
Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.'
So should we? ignore him?
Then its 'woe betide.!
exist-tent t.v. can be
as an exist-tense bee...
without exist-sense
t.v. buzzing what an...
advertise-meant as some
'not' of existence...
rather than thee 'knot-roots' of a
system where-in human-eyes-sing songs...
and rhyme a world of chatter with their phenomena-logic-calls
stan sand
Logical Thinking
Haiku: by Miracle Man
4/9/2023
Eliminating
the things that I know won’t work
favors things that might.
a psychological exercise is
not...
a cycle-logical exert of
eyes...
it be a philosophical excise of a
knot...
a full-loss-of-fee
free...
for extra eyes...
stan sand
Madness and make-up!
What am I seeing?
Is that really a face?
A vision? Yes, one of those?
It's strange here in the shower.
What seemed to be a countenance looked in at me.
But was that a vision, merely a repeat -
a repeat of my madness?
Do I see a knife in that hand,
held by that figure,
a strange and frightening thing?
Am I about to fall, lose blood?
Chimeras can indeed be strange,
strangeness be a vision, vision a memory;
memories of faces
can dance within the brain.
Will a knife be plunged into my belly?
Shall I feel its sharp point?
Am I to fall and hit my head -
splash into my own blood?
(Sep 2022)
I
Am
The wire
That permits
The electrons flow
To light darkness caressing world.
Wems
Holds
Pliers
To tighten
While connecting each.
Just enjoy the lasting spark free...
Light
That
Spares fear
Lightening
The nooks and cranny
In your beautiful home of peace
Do something do something
They have a gun
They want to kill
What should I do?
Sit or stand still....
Floaters crisscross blinking eyes.
After a brief scientific analysis
it is concluded that an invasion of minute
alien spacecraft has occurred.
An optician assures:
these aberrant phenomena are perfectly normal
for a non-perfect being.
Unverified estimates of an unknown illness;
projections of billions of invasive germs follow,
tank-like organisms working overtime
to smash through flesh and plasma
reigning shock-shells of dissolution
onto peace loving white knights.
It is to be hoped that microbial
barbaric and brawny hosts
of avenging bacteria will soon
assault these malignant besiegers
from the rear. Surprise attacks
from all sides
until the munching, mad
germs in their pointy Prussian war helmets are
subdued, but it’s touch and go
it can turn out either way.
The day is spent ignoring
simple explanations of ocular spots
knowing for certain only infected spacecraft
can possibly maneuver like that.
The greed of money, has created so much pollution
and overconsumption, of the earth’s material resources
as money has blurred their vision, for the right solution
to solve all our problems, with the right logical thinking
All of this has given us, a lot of health problems
because it has caused, so much inequality of life
to which is why, we have so many society problems
as money is the problem, for us to be in strife
There are many humans, around all our grime
who always struggle, with the stress of life
so out of desperation, they turn to crime
to relieve their stress, to have a decent life
R-epulse
A-larming
M-ystery
E-mploying
L-ogical
D-efense
O-nce
N-asty
G-rime
A-nd
L-ethal
L-ink
O-perate
Topic: Birthday of Ramel S. Dongallo (April 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-vade
R-espiratory
I-llness
E-mploying
L-ogical
R-estriction
O-n
S-afety
A-s
L-ethal
E-pidemic
S-preads
Topic: Birthday of Eriel Rosales (April 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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