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One never realizes where inspiration comes from,
I found mine while strolling along...
a land with beautiful landscapes
that wouldn't let dreams escape.
One isn't born a poet, it's a revelation of fateful events
that are analyzed by an inner feeling...
so immensely simplistic and revealing,
absorbing the essence of prudence.
Some dissident strongly pointed out the strange isolation of an intellectual,
being estranged from real people who are more amicable...
how would he know how desolation confines
that soul in search of a serenity redeemed by prize?
Not living on the edge, but tasting the richness of slowness,
which controls the pace of the footsteps,
always keeping them in the right track...
how could peaceful thoughts trigger a violent death?
Thrilled to admire a head full of white hair, when that time arrives,
and reading names on limestone graves,
deepens my comprehension...
comparing their age to mine.
Walking in the true faith, seeing the wonders and the miracles,
and that fervent faith will make me walk
in the spirit for a testimony to all believers...
and as a follower of Christ, I stand on His rock.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Have you ever analyzed what life is made up of?
It’s the story of one’s existence from beginning to end.
We all have lots of memories of the ones we love.
Good or bad, they create a puzzle, stories of family and friends.
The key to understanding and realizing what life is all about
Is accepting and loving the person that you are right now.
You are your experiences and you must figure that out.
Life is a journey to navigate, and no one can tell you know.
Think about most of the conversations that you hold.
Most tend to be about something from the past.
Whether it’s a memory from earlier in the day or very old,
It almost always give an impression that will last.
From the day that we’re born to the day that we die,
We live a life full of stories and interesting quotes.
Our days here on Earth seem to quickly go by,
But what we leave behind is a life full of anecdotes.
Twas the night before Christmas in 2054
The only sound being robotic mice on the floor
Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision
Above the virtual fireplace in pre-supposition
Of the anticipated arrival of a hypothetical being.
The miniature adults were dormant in their pods
As eidolon confiture twinkled their nods
While responsible progenitors with 'Bed Head" applied
Had concluded their thoughts for the long Winter's night.
Then out on the Astroturf there began such a frattle.
Startled from our beds to witness the sprattle
We opened our security cams to survey the scene
Frame by frame we analyzed what we were seeing.
The spotlight that shone on the new fallen snow,
Made fulsome the green of our false mistletoe,
And, at that very moment a freeze-frame laid bare
A cutting edge sleigh pulled by eight robotic deer.
Its jovial driver was dressed all in scarlet;
I knew it must be the Santa of myth,
For he was down our chimney with a bag of toys
And lickety-split back without making a noise.
It was over in a twinkle - he was gone with a whoosh
As you can imagine our confusion was profuse
And although his reindeer were mechanical frames
He recited out loudly and called all their names.
Come Bolter, come Byte-r come Laser and Algorithm,
Come Orbiter, Come Thyristor, Come Thunder and Mixem
As he circled the rooftop in a Gigabyte of starlight
He shouted LOL three times- as his sleigh zoomed skyward.
9/4/16
It's been happening worldwide
Three sixty five
As events occasionally interwine
And coincide
So many objects of different shapes and size
Below and above the skies
Not all of it is recognized
Some being analyzed
Advertisments and signs
In and outside
As well as being televised
What they taught in school was forgotten and not memorized
As I continued to exercise
Became energized
And followed through on the enterprise
In certain fields I was able to specialize
Let me emphasize
How crucial it is to be wise
Before one's demise
I'm
Continuing to climb
My eyes
On the prize
The desire and fire inside thrives
Continues to rise
And shines
Brighter than fireflies
Worked out in the pines
And by the ocean side
During low and high tide
If it's not about dollar signs
Don't blow up my line
Or waste my time
Burned concentrates of all kinds
Even Key Lime Pie
But not all were prime
Poured up and reclined
Before and after nine
Everything all good and fine
Among patterns of simple and intricate designs
Ate the whole clementine, as well as a dried
and candied rind
Gotta to keep stacking each and every dime
And stay on the grind
By: Dalton Ogletree
Electric sunrise loads another day.
My camera eyes record each pixeled row
As databases store it all away
In servers between Shakespeare and Van Gogh.
I watch each sunset shutdown with new hope
That one day all this data might compute
And deeper algorithms may give scope
Defining what is beauty: absolute.
For now a million years I have compiled
The works that all the human race had made.
All extant works of art sorted and filed
Each sector analyzed in retrograde.
The beauty that they spoke of, I can't see
It's all dim ones and zeroes still to me.
10.15.18
For Contest: All Dim Ones And Zeroes
Sponsor :Brahn Bailey
I waited... I surmised
I know I agonized
Of course... I never realized
Springtime was disguised
I pondered... I personalized
I know I criticized
Of course... I never recognized
Spring had improvised
I questioned... I vocalized
I know I dramatized
Of course... I verbalized
Spring had not arrived
I charted... I analyzed
I know I hypothesized
Of course... I never was more surprised
A third Nor'easter materialized
I remember... I fantasized
I know I rationalized
Of course... I never romanticized
That spring would be winterized
April 4, 2018
For Michael Vacek's Spring Monorhyme Contest
Einstein's Brain
Gifted genius, Newtonian spoiler,
Physicist, and Nobel Prize winner,
And a pacifist whose formula and theory
On energy and quantum mechanics
Advances the scientific community
In the development of nuclear weaponry
By unraveling the atomic enigma,
Leading to the bombing of Hiroshima.
In letters to FDR, Einstein expounds
On possible German research into atomic bombs.
This convinces the U.S.A. to initiate
The Manhattan Project nuclear weapons race.
Somewhere in his meditative thinking,
Einstein’s life has no destiny, only being.
His preserved brain is dissected and analyzed
And reported as human with no hidden secrets.
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Notes:
1 Albert Einstein(1879–1955): Albert Einstein was a world-renowned theoretical physicist known for his theory of general relativity and mass-energy equivalence (E=mc2).
2 Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR) (1882–1945): Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the 32nd President of the United States of America from 1933 to 1945.
3 Einstein’s letter to FDR: On August 2, 1939, a letter drafted by Leó Szilárd (1898–1964) and signed by Albert Einstein was addressed and sent to FDR (the then-president of the U.S.A.). The letter warned the United States of America of possible German research and development of an atomic bomb. It further went on to urge the U.S.A. to do the same and develop an atomic bomb before Nazi Germany. This prompted President Roosevelt to take action, which would eventually lead to the Manhattan Project.
4 Manhattan Project: The “Manhattan Project” was the code name for the secretive World War II undertaking by the Americans (with British and Canadian consent and contribution) to develop and produce the world’s first nuclear weapon. On July 16, 1945, the first atomic bomb was detonated at the Alamogordo, New Mexico, test facility in the United States.
5 Albert Einstein attributed quotes:
i) “Had I known that the Germans would not succeed in producing an atomic bomb, I would have never lifted a finger.”
ii) “There is neither evolution nor destiny, only being.”
If you analyzed my life over the years
More sadness than happiness is what appears
A lot of pain is very clear
Never been very hopeful because of all the fear
I've nursed those that were ill and helped them to heal
Sat with those that were dying making it very surreal
Reproduced for mankind but not without an ordeal
Often I had questions regarding how to feel
I've always been available to help if indeed I'm able too
Never having expectations but a simple thank-you
Often I have struggled just to pay a bill
But the struggling built up my strength and will
I have gone through a lot more than one really should
Never wanted to change my life though even if I could
I hope earth will miss my footprints that I've often left
All of the paths I have crossed make me feel truly blessed.
My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.
like a sputtering engine my tongue tangles on a phrase
I rub my eyes, red and raw, I can't remove my aged gaze.
My fingers curl and knuckles gnarl as velum dances right
I read, I write, I think and pause, I can't turn out the light.
Compose, I will, adjust I must, each simile an anchor
to a life much analyzed, but lived with little rancor.
like the scribes of ancient Rome my fingertips are worn
yet I persist with joyous bliss for I know I must go on.
My form has bent, bowed and curled to meet the need of the word
God forbid, I went through this lifetime never being heard.
Bipolar
A yellowish day frolics with life, pleasantries errants the air, smiles
growing everywhere as man and beast are one with the leash,
complacency occupies both time and space, the tenants,
of calmness and serenity moves in. That as being first
analyzed as a minor depression is formulating and
will soon be realized. In the distance, a tad just
beyond far, a patch of sky blues, as neath it
an action is afoot, sufficient for all eyes to
unfavor. Murmuring are furthering while
prudence gives way to swiftness of
a widening of darkening as a hue
from black delegates its face.
Opened window's yields to
shutters as doors closed
behind them, a church
bell then rings in the
swing of things, be
all the fun sinks
to glum. Frail
breeze to
windy,
a road
empties
just like a
playground,
air a bit chilly,
while lovers tryst
is bittersweet. A full
storm now cruising, with
punishing bruising, all victims
for its choosing, going out diffusing,
its right to being abusing, being chaotic
and confusing, with all the blowing and the
throwing, pelting rains pummeling, winds swirling
and twirling all going hither, then a calming brooding
cessations abound, resulting, temporary distracting, until
it wither, then all events that were, returns with great failure,
as everything goes thither, in this questionable type of weather,
that creeps about seething then erupting one way suddenly break,
then abruptly explodes the other way, as if, on human terms, bipolar.
2020 February 28
*3rd Place*
Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest
~~John Hamilton