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Newton's Laws of Motion
First Law (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
Law of Thermodynamics
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
I yearn to taste pine and cinnamon,
dripping from the skyline, like sunsets amidst roaring rain,
and gloaming gold before surging storms.
I am a confined mermaid, aching to kiss the rose-wine beams of your dulcet dusk ~ peering through the glass of an aquamarine aquarium,
afraid to break this lethargic prison,
comfortably paralyzed in its familiar coldness.
But would a captive heart cradle anything
beyond the friction
that homes the weight of woes and nothingness?
For between the mass of caged dreams
and the air of resistance,
I find no force of hope to reignite
the waning spark within my soul.
And I ponder: would Luna’s compass
guide a procrastinating poet to rhyme,
pulled by the gravitational prompt,
like spring tides facing the parallel phase
of the sun and moon,
engrossed in a magnetic field of mutual adoration?
Or am I to forever breathe within this motionless existence,
drowning in an abyss of aimless waves,
adrift in the ricocheting rhythm
of stagnant steel
and salt-drenched equilibrium?
As thoughts spiral in cacophonous stillness,
like a marine carousel.
I am ~
a paused silhouette;
a museless slave to timeless angst~
watching the accelerated heat of unstoppable ink~
soar above my sea of silenced sapphires,
as I remain lost in the warmth of permafrost peace,
trapped in the numbness of nirvana.
Perhaps someday, the currents within
this aquatic confinement
will pierce through the icy enclosure ~
to steer me to an oasis
where freedom flows in bluest frequencies.
TIME TO FLEE
Crossing ten I turned impatient
to escape dominant parent.
But time refused to run faster.
Teen age peeped, slow went semester.
Time bound schedule, so restriction,
time controlling, no free option.
Time went slow, I got bored, damn tired,
waited long to be a free bird.
Vibrant jubilant youth stepped in.
Time accelerated: Days green.
Much work, responsibility.
Speedy time wished quality.
Young turned senior citizen.
Rhythmic life to face sad dizain.
Fame, glory, glamour drooped to stink
Time is abundant, fields to shrink.
Inevitable retirement,
No boost, no work, sit indolent.
Time tumbles, rolls in slow speed.
Life to end and time will proceed.
10/05/16
Funny how time seems fly Poetry Contest
by Brenda Chiri Caroll
Our mind is the most amazing part of our being
Able to astound the most cynical of souls
There is so much more to learn about it's function
About why some are more intelligent than others
Genetics are certainly part of the equation
What makes a serial killer, what makes a preacher
Are our brains significantly different
Is it the environment, is it in the genes we inherit
So much to learn, a vast unexplored world of the mind
I find it sad that at my stage in life
I won't be around to see what lies just around the corner
In recent times progress has accelerated
This blinding speed can be overwhelming
I hear tell that one day, humans will live FOREVER
Not sure this mere mortal could handle that
But it thrills me to think that this will actually be possible
3D printing is now becoming available
To allow us to grow defective body parts
Absolutely amazing but kind so scary at the same time
M I N D B L O W I N G ! ! !
My Angel
My sons on a secret mission full of bravery, loneliness, comradery.
His smiling face I miss so dear, now his aloofness is quite so clear.
Rich politicians making victims from the military industrial system, as they send out the youth to fight battles they would never send their kids on.
Cowards, and hypocrites, selling, negotiating international arms deals to allies that only stab our nation in the back, as they secretly meet behind closed doors to attack.
War, organized religion, money, greed, power, commodities are the fall of man.
One country flexing their arm muscles while wearing a wife beater shirt; stating that their nuclear weapons are more powerful than the others.
A machismo of sorts, taking over the media with no conscious for the real men and women that die and sacrifice for others.
Humans are so combative, so ruthless, so ugly, such cowards.
The peace loving hippies love to justify their hatred for war.
A Justification for a theatrical sort that embraces love through eccentric high brows and their self education appointed by a family lineage of war or peace, of power, or slavery, of hope or despair.
I miss his gregarious smile, his witty little jokes, as I await to hear from him; from an island that was once war torn.
Killed off by the small pox disease, an island that survived several violent take overs. Once governed by Spain, China, and now America.
A super typhoon or two that scared off the locals, and tourists.
Where our brave sailors await their destination to an unknown underwater siege, as they place their lives in the hands of their military seniors.
Freedom is not free, peace is not peaceful, war is raw, the scared hearts that defend my words in this story, fend off cyber criminals that hold our future, and our presence for ransom.
A thorn of crowns that weep for the brave ones, a mother cub , waiting
patiently for her eldest to return.
In a perplexing state of frenzy, a worried mind, an accelerated heart beat, I see his gregarious smile once again, and I know my angel will return.
In the lovely Dublin theater
where dreams are fulfilled
excited spectators hushed
In the silence of the night
with avid expectancy,
Bucks Fizz entered the stage
his music is a hidden gem
waiting to be performed
In a lovely breeze
a mellow silk thread was spun
akin to the moon's silky glow
I have hopeful dreams.
In the song 'Making Your Mind Up,'
they sang with clear voices
the audience leaned in
ready to hear
words have hidden meanings
with significant implications.
a galaxy of splendor
It's unlike ordinary life.
and are held captive
within its seductive embrace.
With voices that soar
they danced and whirled
with every movement
a lovely expression displayed
skirts swung
In utopian harmony
A glimpse into the future
they were whirling
every rotation brought free flowers
a touch of cosmic charm
a trail of delicate silver threads
from sparkling strands
Into the waiting hands below
voices burst with delight
they showed me their weary souls
while others can't consume
allow yourself to cry
whether from pure joy
evolved from a deep well of sadness.
weary spirits found rest
from exhaustion after a while
amid Eurovision magical lure
time stood still
the brine singer gaze
large and tender
someone uttered a song
that aimed to unify hearts
and whisk spirits away from here!
"This song was crafted for you, my beloved,"
she sang with a sense of urgency
then it accelerated
It's as graceful as a waltz
under the dancing stars.
twisting and falling from
skies above, to earth beneath
bystanders were enthralled
they left me behind, lost in a daze,
their devastated feelings
the beat captures my attention.
Where the tides of time glide
as the final note reached the air,
they were aware of this peculiar world
Under the stars
Bucks Fizz was presented
beyond just their vocals,
they weaved their magical gifts
similar to fabric producers
creating something fascinating
Their skirts pointed outward
akin to arrows
To faraway places
Where love and aspirations exist
Let us reflect on the Dublin scene
Where music meets magic
We have always danced together
During ephemeral times of skepticism
Let us revive the ageless ritual
Where skirts swirl.
Our mind is the most amazing part of our being
Able to astound the most cynical of souls
There is so much more to learn about it's function
About why some are more intelligent than others
Genetics are certainly part of the equation
What makes a serial killer, what makes a preacher
Are our brains significantly different
Is it the environment, is it in the genes we inherit
So much to learn, a vast unexplored world of the mind
I find it sad that at my stage in life
I won't be around to see what lies just around the corner
In recent times progress has accelerated
This blinding speed can be overwhelming
I hear tell that one day, humans will live FOREVER
Not sure this mere mortal could handle that
But it thrills me to think that this will actually be possible
3D printing is now becoming available
To allow us to grow defective body parts
Absolutely amazing but kind of scary at the same time
M I N D B L O W I N G ! ! !
While trick or treating in my black cat disguise
I had an eerie feeling that I was being followed
by a scary Jack-O-Lantern with glowing red eyes
His pumpkin head had been cleverly hollowed
He was ten steps behind me on every street
My heartbeat accelerated. I panicked in fright
Boldly, he ensued without trying to be discreet!
I had to escape this stalker on Halloween night
I hid among dense bushes of old run down house
hoping he'd continue walking and leave me alone
I held my breath, trying to be as quiet as a mouse
when a whirring noise erupted from my cell phone
A hand covered my mouth til I thought I'd smother.
Then he said, "It's just me...Jack. Your big brother!"
October 12, 2020
Halloween Fright ~ Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
I didn't think anyone would ever argue that I am broken
Life has thrown up one too many challenges to me
I survived but I suppose i am more like magma from
Volcano
I am like molten rock that's been aerated by fire
I am to be fertile soil eventually
I still have fire in my soul but my substance has been burnt out
I lack beauty
I am ash
I'm told Ash makes great fertilizer
Perhaps I can fertilize your soil
with words
Tired and accelerated ... exhilarated
it rises
and I see it cresting through my window.
And as it does
I feel as if I am brand new
Granite and limestone
and I am gold
I am frankincense and I am Mir
Lines on the mountains
I am a million years old
I am 600 million years old
I am worn but I'm like that white rock you find on the beach
You can't help but respect the beauty of the lines that show up in a rock
jostled and beaten and tormented by the sea
I am purely round and all of my edges are gone
I am no fairy tale nor whimsical dream
this small white rock "knows"
pumice that from Volcano was born
only to become ash and then to become soil
and then become the fodder
forth from
new life
Small rock
Big Story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a few months ago golden grasses waved in the stronger breeze of late summer, a preview of the winds to come. The clover and alfalfa were beginning to bloom, sending a heady scent over the nearby country road and our tiny subdivision just beyond the ridge.
But then the grass became hay--golden and dry--and the strands stirring only when a strong gust accelerated over the newly sawn fields. The baler came and formed the crop into a hundred hay bales or more. Now I gaze across the fields and imagine myself climbing over the five-bar gate and sitting upon one of the bales remembering the last of the summer rays. (Yes, already missing summer)
sun-bleached sentinels
grass sweat trapped in golden coils
memory's dry scent
Sophie was born with an abnormal right foot,
So when she was nine she chose amputation,
She comes from Camden then moved to Bath,
And now studies at Bath College Illustration.
In 2011 she went to a Playground to Podium,
Event at Bath University because she knew
As a junior wheelchair basketball: was good,
But she preferred individual sports - she flew.
Her debut came at the Manchester World Cup,
In 2012 just before the 2012 Paralympic games,
Which Sophie made and competed in the finals,
Of the 200m, scoring a personal best in flames.
In Lyon, France, in 2013, Sophie came fourth,
In the 100m sprint, but then in the 200m sprint,
She came third, winning her very first medal,
Internationally, which raised the roof at her print.
So Sophie participated in the Euros in 2014,
Which were held in Swansea in Wales’s land,
And also accelerated in the Worlds at Doha,
Which gave her experience to mature grand.
In dancing Rio Sophie broke the top WR speed,
In the heats of the 100m which were lastly held,
On the 17th of September 2016, on the second,
Last day of these Para games eventually weld.