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There was a time, my young friend, when you entered a room
and greeted other people, helped camaraderie and friendship bloom
There was a day, my young friend, when you boarded a train
and talked to the passenger next to to you, in conversation sustained
There was an era, my young friend, an era of friendly association
when folks made time for one another, for mutual affirmation
There was such a time, I recall it for sure, now swept away on a tide
of digital information
~ See what's become of us, my young friend -- a shadow-people
subsisting in stark isolation
A man and woman meet a pup.
They look down and he looks up.
It’s love at first sight, they all feel the same.
Now it’s time to think of a name.
Two weeks later, a brand new home.
Things to chew and space to roam
And after running here and there,
He lays down under the garden chair.
A year goes by and baby makes four.
Little puppy’s not so sure.
So while they tend to baby boy,
Jealous doggy steals a toy.
A truce is called and friendship starts.
A meeting of two gentle hearts.
Boy in highchair, dog underneath
Stealing food despite no teeth.
Walks with buggies in the park,
Round the houses in the dark
School run, seafront, through the wood
‘Stop that barking, please be good’
Moving on and moving home
Two kindred dodgers of the comb
Boy walks dog. Dog walks boy
Running back and full of joy.
The boy grows up, the dog gets slow
And even though it’s hard to know
It’s like he says ‘This time’s for you,
You go on, I can’t come too’
Now hearts are broke but one’s at rest
The furry boy we loved the best
Bring back the bark and the claws on the ground
The absence of dog is an awful sound
Inside pub steins stout magic spoke
‘neath genie wisps of bangle smoke
Brown cone cigars, deep chubby pipes
Aromatic spills to breach the night.
Music calls to muted songs
Rough knuckles echo Bodhrán drums.
Flute, melodeon, bouzouki*, mandolin
Penny whistles, uilleann pipes, one feisty violin.
Pied piper rhythms, pied piper beats
Bold Celtic persuasions to move proud legs and feet.
To Daver and friendship, thank you!
* Bouzouki...A stringed instrument that could stand up to the volume and intensity of fiddles, flutes, accordions, and pipes.
*uilleann pipes...Irish bagpipes...melodeon. an Irish accordian
Red in China and India,
Purple violet at Jerusalem in Israel,
Blue in Russia and Greece,
Blue light above Rome and Paris,
In the USA, there is green,
But the smoke of Cain the Pharisee,
Talents of common Light concealed,
Talent of the commandment "don't kill,"
In any culture, expressed in his energies,
Else the natural rainbow in the sky disappears,
Juggling of shady fakir,
The giant Ferris wheel,
Devil's toxic wings,
Torches pale of missiles,
Hypnosis,
But I insist,
Waves of the blue ocean are the silver,
Bronze of sound in a blue-light atmosphere,
Golden shining of flowers by spring,
Steel of light green from leaves,
On the bones go the tissues and fabrics,
The bowstring,
White linen with yellow from England,
Embroidery Coptic from Ethiopia,
Orange tree,
Kings-Magi bring on the wings and feet,
Abel's gifts,
Red warmth from Delhi and Lima,
Wool of sheep,
For the temple of God Love and Friendship,
Seven churches of the Apocalypse,
Cherubs with metals and fabrics by seraphim,
Kings-Magi and shepherds at Christmas,
Not for that alchemy
Of the beast
That rises just now from the bottomless pit,
The choice of peoples,
To be or not to be,
The parts of the beast's body, the feast of Herod, or the communion of Jesus?!
By service, ministry,
Two signs — of the dragon or the united apparitions of the Virgin,
Queen of Peace,
The beast hides the talents, for to kill with a fake apology,
Arm the peoples and give the gunsight with a kiss,
The king of "Sodom and Egypt,"
Six six six of hypocrisy,
Say welcome with a dinner for the pigs,
To eat all beings,
I said "no, no, no" for me and this little Eve,
With all my medicine of vine and olives,
Flowers in the alive vase of onyx
Before the Very Beautiful Mary,
In Truth and Spirit,
Protection ring
Of my noble destiny,
Arena against evil,
These suiciders don't kill before the end of my mission,
Witness of the Trinity,
Trinity, the First Virgin with children of my family.
AI and the souls
Does a human baby have a soul
if so, dogs and giraffes also must have a soul
inside their being, like a third force
pulling strings. if ever so gently
If we accept an abstraction, like the soul
exists, it must include all living identities
a soul might be a reserve of experiences
gathered over the years make it possible
to know when we are trespassing
I think if AI becomes sophisticated
the question will arise
This, of course, is an important theme
as we tend to associate soul with faith
also empathy, love, and friendship
ability animals as in abundance
in, say, a dog case is the knowledge
of GOOD BOY! leads to more food
If we imbue the AI, human traits
the robot might evolve to get souls
rust and die.
The Problem arises when makers
feed, shall we say almost all humans
with evil intent, one thing speaks
in their favor, an army of robots
do not need to be fed, with the
possible exception of olive oil
Your friends with benefits are no true friend:
as (au contraire!) your friends when used are a
perverse weed from which you must then defend
against when trust and friendship sweep away;
your friends aren't lovers' toys to be abused
or spent on reckless nights of screwing (them)
where prudence is forsaken and unused
because you just feel like it on a whim.
But if you choose to love your now good friend(s)
then do so at your own risk and danger
as oftener than not you'll in the end
only create just another stranger:
if you err in this but ne'er broke your word,
then this you may forswear you read or heard.
The meandering river, please tell me a story of yours
Your origin, and the whim that your journey stores.
Water flows in serenity, and flowing water runs to the quest, unknown
Those murmuring trees wave on the riverside; shining sunlight on stone.
I will meet you there one day, beyond all logical perceptions
Your words will merge with setting sun, in surreal definitions.
Beyond all depressive phases, a moment of belief will persist
The inner soul will enlighten ; the darkness could not resist.
No pain of death will haunt anyone there; none will deliberately inflict harm
That day, I will reach for your hand, in love and friendship, in an eternal term.
When robins appear an angel is near.
* * *
A memorial dedicated to my mother who suffered from dementia for many years.
November 1920 - July 2008
Mother and Dementia
When dementia creeps in, through the back door
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart
A once dazzling life that had lost it's spark
I saw your sad tears and felt every fear
Of foggy days that for you never cleared.
All disappeared, those happy golden years
Memories you held, so precious, so dear
The loveliest of smiles, gone without trace
Who was that stranger who dwelt in your place.
Tenderness was missing, none existing
Care and affection you were resisting
It sure broke my heart, to see you like that
When we'd shared love and friendship in the past.
My one and only forever mother
There couldn't have been a better another
I still pray in hope, again and again
You didn't suffer any physical pain.
As you loved and cared, like a mother should
I cared for you, as I promised I would
I hope that these words to heaven get through
"Dearest Mother, I will always love you."
25th July 2021
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
You’ve been my doctor for the past 25 years.
You’ve been there for all the small things like a sneeze or cough.
We’ve had times of laughter, but also shed a few tears.
The times that I didn’t feel well, you wouldn’t back off.
Even while on your vacation, you would call me,
Just to see how I was doing and if I was alright.
It’s the way you’ve treated me that makes you family.
Knowing that you care makes me sleep better, at night.
You’ve saved my life on more than just one occasion,
Like the time when I felt like I had bad heartburn.
Turns out that it was a more serious aggravation.
Coming to see you, no matter what, is what I’ve learned.
I’ve lived a good life, and a lot of that is thanks to you.
Whenever I needed it most, you’ve taken care of me.
You’re one in a million and you’re great at what you do.
Thank you for being you and helping me to stay me.