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... said he never didE but said
know dice and know to know
why, you come this way.
I tried I cried with tear in eye
Blinking thinking through a day
Tones of change rearranged a
message, the Indian had to say...
Clef the chef reads to the left
and George was set to sing
Then along came a Cat with
Chaac too Bat, so I chose
to read again.
Come the fun a circus came a
bell was sound and a day was
Named. Kites float high in a
Wind blown sky and Light was
set to be heard... DO, the Path!
Flashed out loud and struck a
Coiled nerve.
Visions come and a Write was
song, sung by Mother Earth.
Channel hear vibrations there
It's Time to Love with Words.
Speak, it's free giving healing
Energy, sharing caring with
Memory, exploring doors within
corridors of E.Turn.it.See....
Form:
"A person who never made a mistake;
never tried anything new." Albert Einstein
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This poet girl,
wrote in crayon, then gave pens a whirl;
I made mistakes- lots of spelling errors,
being told gave me terrors.
But, I was just a little girl with stories to tell,
so grandma gave me a dictionary to help me spell;
yet in bad grammar I seemed to dwell,
and still words I would unfurl.
I love writing,
to me a struggle worth fighting;
many said you have no talent- just stop,
not listening I let my words drop.
And drop they did- for failure is a word not a tattoo,
I wrote poems and poems and set them free into the blue;
and in time my style and talent grew,
mistakes are lessons exciting.
Yes, I prevail,
a warrior who sometime will fail;
did I misunderstand or misinterpret those words,
oh, were they meant to break my heart to shards.
For with words there is a power,
and that strength can lead to disaster;
but no matter- I now forget faster,
and my words set sail.
"No surrender, No yielding, No giving up!"
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August 25, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Overcoming Mistakes
Copyright Protected, ID 1175-768-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Overcoming Mistakes
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Young Albert Andrews thought he would
Help his dad to peel the spuds
Switched on the machine just didn’t linger
To check that he had removed his finger
The machines set off at a fair old zip
Caught one of his digits by the tip
Very soon had one arm to the elbow
Before it started to run slow
By the shoulder it had stuck
Abert’s dad said what luck
If it had gone to yer head
You me lad would’ve been dead
And where the heck would I have been
Without me tatie peeling machine
All that week some said the cod
Tasted just that little bit odd
But said Albert’s dad there’s nowt the matter
I just been using a different batter
And he made young Albert hide
When his clients were inside
It they knew about it at all
He thought his sales might just fall
He’d already had to buy smaller dishes
To disguise his smaller fishes
Global warming made life tough
And he thought that was enough
Life’s hard as it is in the fish frying trade
With no more fortunes to be made
And Albert's dad deserved his fame
For all he knew about the frying game
Quite a statement to make
but Einstein was prone to them
he always makes one think deep
so you need your mind kept open
everyone thinks a genius isn't them
something greatly marvelous surely
not the ordinary things of life
but the simple things makes one securely
Take the simple illustration of a fish
if that fish could actually climb a tree
now the thought of it I know is nonsense
so why waste time for its sheer ability
Now the fish would live its life
thinking how stupid can I really be
many a bear and monkey does this
but not me for I need water you see
So old Albert has made a point
when you think through his quote
everyone has its own place to live
these fish love to swim under your boat
Quote:
(" Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.")
- Albert Einstein (1879- 1955)
A Child’s Christmas Prayer of Despair for a Hindu Saint
by Michael R. Burch
Santa Claus,
for Christmas, please,
don’t bring me toys, or games, or candy...
just... Santa, please,
I’m on my knees!...
please don’t let Jesus torture Gandhi!
Will Jesus Christ cause or allow Albert Einstein and Mahatma Gandhi to be tortured in an "eternal hell" for guessing wrong about which earthly religion to believe? Is the good news of the gospels that if you guess wrong, you go to hell? What about Jesus's parable of the Good Samaritan, who put aside religious differences to practice compassion? Did Jesus, who saved all his sternest criticism for hypocrites, talk the talk but fail to walk the walk himself? Or did Christian theologians get something very, very wrong? And what would Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny say about such intolerance and infinite cruelty? Keywords/Tags: Christianity, Christian, Jesus Christ, Santa Claus, Christmas day, heaven, hell, salvation, bible, gospel, Gandhi, Hindu, saint, knees, kneeling, prayer, mercy, compassion, grace, toys, games, candy, god, religion, intolerance, atheist
Sad news today, February 6th in our year 2011
To "The Great Gig in the Sky" sell out in Heaven
My favourite blues rock guitarist, Mr Irish Gary Moore
Joins the "Midnight Blues, "Too Tired" no more will he tour
At fourteen years of age he received his first guitar
Like many budding rockers aspirations to be a rock star
The Beatles, Elvis Presley and the amazing Albert King
Heavily influenced this left hander, who made his right hand sing
As he grew past his teens, the genre he'd enter would mean
The likes of John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and Hendrix, now he's seen
Blues Rock it was to be, when Peter Green caught his ear
If you grew up with this maestro, you'll know his career
It started way back, way back in 1969
Skid Row, from Dublin he joined, as the music industry would find
This is where his association began, with Lynott, bassist extraordinaire
Many nights sharing the blues, this two Irishmen would share
His solo career just grew and grew, then into Thin Lizzy he would blend
Sharing the Black Rose stage with Phil his Irish friend
The blues became his life, with two Albert's who'd share his stage
Guesting with his 'Midnight Blues Band' many a jam they would engage
I now close my humble tribute, for he'll always be in my heart
On this day in Estepona, Spain, my hero in final depart
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Yesterday was a miraculous day!
and miraculous days, trust me, you don’t want to miss them.
Our day was filled with so many miracles…bear with me as I take a few…and list them:
I woke up next to Deborah…yes I opened up my eyes.
I got dressed, took a walk and wrote a poem about dragonflies.
Not long after I returned home…and walked through our front door…
I woke up Deborah who got dressed…and then we walked some more.
On a windy morning we watched as birds floated on the wind like balloons.
We watched clouds of all shapes and sizes run quickly pass the moon.
We ate cereal for breakfast then watched as the sky turned gray.
We greeted a cardinal at our bird feeder, followed by a woodpecker and blue jay.
We checked the caterpillars on our milkweed…to see if they were still alive.
As of yesterday morning we’re happy to say…the count was up to five.
We worked on crossword puzzles (it helps stimulate our 71 year old brains)
We picked tomatoes from our garden, read books, took naps and listened to the rain.
We had dinner at Nancy and David’s house where we talked for hours
like old friends around a campfire…sitting on a log.
They served asparagus lasagna and key lime pie…and we got to pet their dogs!
These are but a few of the miracles we experienced yesterday…
For those of you who may be skeptical that these are miracles…
listen to what Albert Einstein had to say.
You may remember Einstein was a theoretical physicist…a prodigy, a genius… a whiz
He said: there are two ways to live your life…
one is as though nothing is a miracle…
the other is as though everything is.
Yes, you can live your life as if nothing is a miracle…as if all the little things don’t matter
but when it comes to miracles and life and Einstein…as for Deborah and I…
we prefer the latter..
Entertainment tonight;
It's alright;
Entertainment tonight;
Out of sight;
Woo oh oh, we're here to entertain you;
We've got entertainment media news;
Music, and fashions dresses pants and shoes;
We got the scoop on the latest Hollywood news;
We're here to entertain you;
Entertainment tonight;
it's alright;
Entertainment tonight;
Out of sight;
woo oh oh, we're here to entertain you;
We've got Isaac Hayes, even Bernadette Peters hey, hey, hey;
We'll comment on Big Albert, and even Willie Mayes;
Got the gossip and views on whose marring who. . .
Woo oh oh, we're here to entertain you;
Entertainment tonight, it's alright;
entertainment tonight, out of sight;
woo oh oh, we're here to entertain you;
Words sung or vocalized to the music, original theme music from the 1981 era
06/09/85
Lyrics written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©1985, 2018
Composed music by Michael Mark
In the hall of creation,
the floor was white gold.
The air shimmered
with the weight of unborn ideas.
A line of souls waited before Me,
each one daring to ask
for the fire that can never be owned.
Isaac Newton stepped forward,
eyes burning with questions.
"Let me weigh the stars,
let me name their laws.
I will write the motions of the heavens
so mankind may see order in the chaos."
I touched his brow.
The apple fell forever.
Albert Einstein followed,
hair untamed as spacetime itself.
"Give me a mind that bends light
and warps time into rivers of truth.
Let me show them
that reality is a dance no eye can truly see."
I laughed at his courage,
and gave him the fabric of the cosmos.
Marie Curie came next,
a slender flame in a long dress.
"Father, I will walk into the invisible,
touch the breath of atoms,
and bring light from the dark—
even if it burns me."
I kissed her forehead.
I knew she would not live long.
Charles Darwin approached
with papers whispering like restless leaves.
"Let me trace the footsteps of life itself—
from crawling things to singing man.
Let me tell the story of how they came to be."
I told him to kneel.
His truth would be heavier than stone,
and men would hate him for it.
Galileo Galilei lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
"Let me lift a tube to the heavens,
to see what angels hide.
Let me show them
the Earth is not the center,
and that they are not the crown of the universe."
I told him to return in three days.
He would need courage forged in chains.
Nikola Tesla entered last.
He did not bow.
"I want it all," he said simply.
"All the lightning of heaven,
the secret language of energy,
the heartbeat of the world."
I smiled sadly.
Such a mind burns too brightly to last.
I opened the gates of thought,
and the storms moved into him.
When they were gone,
the hall was silent again.
I stood among the unborrowed minds,
knowing every gift I give
is also a curse.
Holding unaware worlds close to discover
as a child finds a newfound secret land.
Take the noble path to touch the other
go through cosmic cracks to let life expand.
Minds swirl and spin in and out of control.
See where bigotry and injustice lives
peer deeply within seeking one's own soul.
Show children how a loving person gives.
Once one has seen the breadth of hidden pain
if we do anything we must teach the youth.
With the next tiny blip they won't complain
about all the varied views on world truth.
Through the history of logic and thought
remember youth must be carefully taught.
Notes:
Reference: "worlds are hidden of which we are unaware",
Albert Einstein quote
Reference: The Noble Eightfold Path, Buddhist practice
Reference: South Pacific song, You've Got to Be Carefully Taught",
Rodgers and Hammerstein
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