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Premium Member In An Obscure Galaxy

The aristocratic Martian delicately kissed her hand
  She blushed, as only an alabaster Venetian can
He ushered into his supersonic cab
  Endearing himself with a superlative gift of gab

Away the two flew to an obscure galaxy
  They dined on poached protoplasm and astral puree
But when it was time to pick up the tab
  The aristocrat -- no gentleman he -- said shockingly
     ~ 'You pay for it all: I'm a woman's libber, tee-hee'




                  December 26, 2020 
     Fantasy with fictional beings Poetry Contest
               Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
                  Word Count: 73 words
Form: Rhyme


Mr Light

  Don't take me Lightly (Poem on Light) 

I am Mr. Light
Listen to my plight

Physicists call me diplomatic
But still, for them, I am aristocratic

Sometimes, I am a corpuscle
Casting Shadow for an obstacle.

I also behave like a wave.
For communication to be my naive.

At very high speeds, I travel
For atomic riddles to unravel.

New  phenomena  I detect
Invisible things are in my closet.

My energy lies in a photon
Believe me, I knock out an electron.

I do reflect, I scatter 
but never loiter.

I diffract, I refract
But never retract.


When there is a path difference
I cannot stop interference.

In phase constructive, Out of phase destructive.
Nevertheless, I am a detective.


I get reflected, absorbed and transmitted
But still, I am located.


Old phenomena I signet.
Unknown Crystals I detect.

Ruby makes me doubly refracting
To leave me ordinarily and extraordinarily illuminating.


My vibrations can be confined to a plane.
For polarization to find a lain

Without me exploring thing can remain at bay
Nature relies on me to make me a hopeful ray.



																						Author 
									Dr. Patankar K. K.
									Physicist
									Rajaram College.
									Kolhapur.

Premium Member Autobiographical Notes

Origins
You wonder how I came to be?
Born as a stump of a dead oak tree,
a howling wind sculpted my bark
till lighting struck me in the dark.
Forget everything you've been told.
I was born a hundred years old. 

Youth's Ardent Pursuits
'Twas on the Pemberton River bridge
that I was first to take the stage.
They fished me out from the mud alive.
The news review called it a bad swan dive. 

Wisdom of Old Age
A bird cannot marry a tree.
One stays rooted.  One flies free,
and when her flying days are done,
a lonely tree lingers on.

First Home
"My house is haunted, I suspect...
might I consult the architect?"
A voice at once replied,
"I'm afraid to say that I have died,
and though I understand your fears,
the architect's been dead for years."

Aristocratic Stock
I have a lofty pedigree.
My uncle hung from a tree.

Philosophical Contributions
'Twasn't the man, but his shoes that walked,
while his big mouth talked the talk.
I could only sit and gawk,
my head perched on a celery stalk.

Including Handsome Photographs
a picture of me when I was young
before the hanging judge's sentence sung
the charges which upon me clung
by the willow tree where I was hung
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Resilient Health Caregivers

ANTI-THESIS

Competitive economic experience
breeds business as usual
capital-growing cultures
with a special preference historical
for white privilege patriarchal
remembering and designing 
left-brain dominant educational systems.

THESIS

Cooperative ecological economies
breed more organic networks
of permacultural health 
and nutrition
and communication experience,
with a special historical preference
for ecofeminist Earth-empowered
deep learning
listening
noticing prime primal attachment relationships
between internal ego-
and external eco-
systemic balance,
harmony,
interdependent equity,

RightBrain HealthWealth Prominent,
liberal leftwing progressive,
freedom from isolated loneliness,
depression,
repression,
suppression,
AND
LeftBrain WealthHealth Dominant,
conservative rightwing defensive,
freedom to impressively
robustly
compassionately 
nutritiously thrive

without eating the less brilliantly aristocratic help

and remembering to at least say 
Please and Thank You and You Are Welcome,
is where civil rights end
and co-responsively begin.

The Great Replacement

The great replacement 

 Through the bird’s world came the call of a land of plenty
rives, mountains, lakes and plains place for everyone
Millions flew to this Paradise, but mostly sparrows settling
inland where the wild oats were plentiful
Vultures came, eradicated the local birds, and nothing left
but paintings of birds with colourful plumage.
Raven, the incurable thief, occupied coastal march land
to get powerful, stealing a wonderful feather at a time.
The eagle took position on the highest peak, aristocratic 
showed, contempt for the lesser sparrows.
Until, a powerful, rich bird with flamboyant plumage
showed up and together, with the ravens, promised safety
for the lesser fowls and the negligible ones rejoiced they 
didn’t know they were pawns in a much bigger power play.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.


Don't tease more cheese please



Any foodie on the brink

Of getting moody thinks

Of the dear dairy panacea 

The culinary kinks

The cultural links

Gourmet high jinx

Of no.. not Cullen skink

CHEESE


As drinks clink then sink

Where the nods & the winks

Go to the food of the Gods

The stuff that really really stinks

CHEESE
 

A noble global endeavour

Arty farty dolcelatte party

Comte & cheddar

Smutty nutty double header

CHEESE


Palette caged by a rare

Cave aged Gruyere

Who can forget..appetite whet

Heat light stand manned..expands..

Milky glue or is it silky Moo Goo 

Fanned..hands pulling strands

Eat not..planned fondue

Best damned bet 

Always get a Raclette

CHEESE


Prouder of Gouda

Or louder Parmesan fan 

Even when its powder?

Tilting to the built in love

For Stilton.. never wilting

Hard the calling card


Or more a Roquefort sort

Taught soft held aloft

French can’t bench moulds 

Aristocratic blue vein

Dramatic wench holds court

Emphatic stench & stain

CHEESE


Whatever floats your boat

Maybe Goat gets your vote 

Or those in the know

Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego

CHEESE


Young or well hung

Given time in the cellar

But won’t sneer at Paneer

Mozzarella can be stellar

Even give a damn

About dear Madame Edam

CHEESE


If you're of that whining ilk

Got that dining disease

Opining it’s just mouldy milk

Having a dig..you big tease…

Well won’t try to appease

CHEESE


Wary of the not rated

Scary squirting lube 

You squeeze with ease

Flirting fairy out of a tube

Ill fated.. pre grated or

Diced into a nice cube

CHEESE?


Or drastic vices 

Plastic elastic slices

Could go for Dairy Lea 

Fell under the Babybel spell

Or pray tell maybe

Its Le Vache qui Rit

CHEESE?


Always a winning wheeze

Ideal at the beginning 

Or end of a meal

No ratty ways of thinning


Natty diets lose to fatty riots

Choose ways of sinning

A ruse to amuse..

MORE CHEESE PLEASE 

He says grinning


P.S If eating cheese before bed 

Gives you a crappy nightmare


So what if you have fed 

On cheese in these dreams


No scrappy schemes in your head

Led to days with rays of sunbeams


Teams of happy memes instead

Well it seems only fair
Form: Rhyme

Priceless Prospective Professionals of Tomorrow

periodontal disease the bane
of *****Sapiens, 
   and many a canine species 
   such as Great Dane

or an alien pet smart tumblr trying to feign
bing the best faux pas footed friend 
   to kind hearted primates of man kind, 
   which latter perhaps an aristocratic 
   Anglo Saxon overlord 
   generously re pay hay'n

his/her diligent indentured serfs, 
   and more importantly air
unlimited pro bono dental care
at Ivy League storied University of Pennsylvania 

   School of Dentistry 
   which demonstrably crafts aspiring 
   reputable Dentists, 
   many anon dis track did Engineer
or among other additional 
   competitive uber pursuits 

   nonetheless, said accredited blessed charges 
   per this institution of higher learnin' 
   paying back every single buck
renown for plethora of duck
quacking supremely smart graduated students 
   drooling to bark out 

   bone a fide intelligence fluct
chew waiting genius stratosphere
   comprising grueling vetting process
   scoring acceptance,
 
   a combination menu demanding 
   eminent genetic luck 
incorporating top notch 
   flying colors and pluck 

   initial pre admission screening interview 
   (from prospective students 
   leaving a positive first impression stuck 
   thru rigorous quizzing presentation paces),
 
   which gauntlet on par with Olympic ardor  
   assiduously, modestly, 
   swimmingly convincing board 
   with collective listening ear
  
   comprising decision makers, judging fair
   how fated genetic sprig wrought 
   (from imponderable hereditary blend his/her 
   that above average intelligent head gear

to be applied at afore
   mentioned die hard lessons here
trials and tribulations didst ap pear
at timely juncture at me then young life

Old Man's Hands

They were once fine, 
long-fingered and aristocratic:
photographed resting lightly 
on a model's shoulder 
as she wore a mink 
while clutching a Gucci.

In childhood they played 
like all kids' hands play:
clutching, grabbing, throwing, 
waving to unseen allies 
while fighting to a gory death 
hordes of relentless foes.

In manhood they sought 
to caress a woman's flesh 
rather than play throw and catch...
they explored the wondrous nooks 
and crannies with hunger and hesitancy, 
always joyfully losing themselves 
in her eternal unknowingness.

They were mighty then, 
the hands of a young god, 
giving pleasure in equal measure 
to its taking...
but now their skin lies cracked and 
shrieking of seven decades--
the fingers are bending like old trees 
succumbing finally to the brutal wind, 
with knobs sprouting from joints 
and a low pain taking up a permanent 
and most uninvited residence....

Oh, Foolish Man

Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
  Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
    and if at me you keep pointing your finger
      I'll show you the contempt of an angry kitten

Be off with your horde and their petty assails
  or I vow to scratch the eyes of those with you
    whose fatty buttocks are blubbery like whales
      Your gaggle flings vile insults as you pursue.

My whiskers are trimmed and yours are scruffy
  You know what I mean when I spit and hiss?
    You're not insulting me when you call me Fluffy
      I'm an aristocratic feline. I only answer to Priss.

If you draw nearer, I'll swat you with my paws
  Keep your dirty hands off of my marmalade coat
    or I swear I'll scratch you with unsheathed claws
      For your insolence there should be an antidote!
Form: Rhyme

Words of Truth Are Mostly Lies

Today a man accused me of lying
While calling me soulless white devil
destroyer of the earth
Revealing all he ever said a to me
over years was deceit well o be fair
The burden of tolerance toward all white men
must be hard to carry
Descended of those who had Malcolm hurried

But here is the appifany
Nothing,  not narcissism
Nor greed nothing breeds hate
Like religion started o believe by Catholicism
and Creator of aristocratic governing.


The true message of any religion
can only be heard by the unbiased One
For a message is learned only when
You quit applying your wisdom
To words held holy
You would not of books written
Based on others perception
To say and show righteousness
is allowed to Be seen via any line of wisdom.

Be strong and bold we all hold divinity
From birth don't let that go
But the paradox in all conformed
Judgemetal belief. Thinking there words are 
transcends. All

I laugh at blind faith followed by narcissistic men
And why Not its a excuse to place yourself above
The majority of all men
Dude if you seer this by awkward chance
Know your words are meaningless
And should not be allowed to transcend
The lips attached to brainwashed head. 
All who say they know and judge you
Use reason to silence stupidity
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