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Art is the kingly snow-cap on learning's height;
It forms as great minds enter saturation range.
It's a crowning beam that shines to truly show,
That the lettered brain has finally come of age.
Artistic flair is the finest of divine human skills.
It's the life-giving power in the Creator's mouth
That formed solid originals from old airy chills,
Naming in full naught arbitrary west and south.
Art is the queened stroke behind true science.
Her restless instinct and wild wandering signs
Are the sole philosophy fuelling erudite minds;
Man’s only spark that all prudent reason binds.
And fine poetry is the most knowing of earth's arts,
Far mightier than sibling genres beneath our stars.
Nifty verse gets brighter as every lower sister blurs,
To show the path as the initial dark's oblivion starts.
Sublime art is thus the neglected locus classicus;
And to spurn poetry is to adore ignorance's curse.
I believe in the right place
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People let their anger
get the better of them.
Really angry people feel
they have to hurt you.
Most people believe
there is no such thing as a fair fight.
You hear things like “*itch!”
I’m gown beat your sorry behind tonight!
And the other says
“you can try!”
“You gotta bring some
to get some!
These are the people
that carries a weapon.
For those who were taught how to fight,
like Boxers and people who study
the Marshall arts.
When you learn how to fight,
you have to remember people's
second amendment rights.
You'd be surprise at the number of people
who'd bring a gun to a fist fight.
There are those who go out looking for a fight.
Suffering from inflated ego's or over confidence.
Those are ones who get beaten up every time.
I was a Dee Jay working at night club.
A guy came up to me and told me.
He came out to start something.
His night wouldn't be right without a good fight.
So later that night when the club was packed.
And of course, a fight started on the other side of the room.
Mr. Ignorant jumps up and turns over his table
looking to start something.
But the people had quickly
picked up their drinks and stood back.
I smiled as security walked his Ignorance out the door.
If one has fighting in mind,
I believe in the right place and the right time.
So, lets flash back to 1979
Where I was in a Kung Fu class.
After training for a few of months,
In the outdoor gym, my class mate
Help me find my glass chin.
I was over confident,
He showed me why he was number one
In the class and I was number two.
I wanted to go a few rounds with him.
I thought I was better than he was.
So, I was clowning around making him look bad,
or so I thought.
When I took my stance.
That’s when he taped me on my chin.
And… that was thee end…
The lights went out.
I came too, and found myself on the gym floor
And people looking down at me.
I had never been knocked out before.
I have kept my ego in check
from that day to this.
So, I learned that
ignorance is bliss, until
you get hit by a fist.
Dusk mourns the death of Sol, with scarlet tears:
as a crimson sun slowly disappears.
And Luna rises in a starlit sky,
while Venus and Mars bid daylight goodbye.
Nature's a muse and patron of the arts;
whose natural talent touches our hearts.
Sunrise morphs into a phenomenon
as pastel pigments paint the birth of Dawn.
Fringed by vivid strokes of a purple hue,
cotton candy pink smears robin egg blue.
And sunrise gilds clouds, with a golden tint;
as darkness fades, like yesterday's footprint.
Ebony, paying homage to His light:
Sol frees colors imprisoned by the Night.
And Dawn morphs into a kaleidoscope,
confettied with all the colors of hope.
Now press that button, press it if you dare
Before you do that though, are you aware...
that when you press that button, you agree
That there are thought police; no one is free
Now God forbid that we should talk of s*x
For if we do, we'll be under a hex
You see freedom of speech is just a joke
Now poets with agendas all will "poke"
I wonder what her partner did to Eve
The Bible says to her Adam did "cleave"
Now what this translates to in modern day
Perhaps is worded "Rolling in the hay"
Explicit or implicit, oh what fun!!
Just use a metaphor or "s*x*y" pun
Be careful not to mention body parts
Or you will be "disbanded" from the arts
So, press that button! Press it! Let's all see
What will become of us and poetry....
Eileen Manassian
Tongue in cheek, people....tongue in cheek! At least it's not tongue in .......... Hmmmmmmmm!!!! ;) No, but seriously...I do understand the concern about this issue that has been brought up by TPS about Rules and Regulations. I don't mean to be sacrilegious with mention of Adam and Eve either...a bit of humor with a dash of concern and a sprinkling of sarcasm. ;)
Steven Rogers was born in New York in nineteen twenty, a sweet boy.
A comic book artist, born to poor Irish immigrants, their pride and joy.
Wanted to join the military and fight Nazis when he was twenty-one.
He was little, too scrawny, he lacked muscles. “Just hand me a gun!”
Comic book writers Jack Kirby and Joe Simon pondered what to do.
They wanted to make him a superhero, and they worked on it too.
They arranged for Army general Chester Phillips to make his day.
He enlisted Steven in the super soldier project, right away.
As Captain America, Steven would have super human strength too.
Terrific at martial arts and hand to hand combat, a durable guru.
He would have outstanding stamina, durability, intelligence and speed.
Kirby and Simon ran with their idea, creating a fine comic indeed.
Captain America faced enemies in Japan and Nazi Germany.
His sidekick Bucky was as proud of him as he could ever be.
The first Captain America comic came out in March of 1941.
Captain America punching Adolf Hitler sold a million copies, fun!
Written 5-19-2022
Contest: Captain America
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Turtles
Augury of ancient
Chinese mythology,
Mentions divine turtles,
Turtle shells,,,,
Defy augur's abilities !
On the back of turtle,
Stands volcano Island Bali,
Two snakes on sides,
If go weak in aim,
Earth quakes !
Yabuti donated
A fire to man,
Trickster or justice helper !
Bedawang a turtle
Carries elephants,
Holds earth on his back !
Shells on Samurai swords,
Signify bravery!
Leatherbacks and hawksbills,
Beautiful Sea turtles,
Heroes in music,
Arts and music stars!
Eat up plastics,
Taking for jellyfishes!
Switch off your lights,
Clean up the beach,
For Turtles nesting,
Save and help grow,
Celebrate world turtles day!
Written on 18/7/14
Contest- Turtles
Sponsor- Cyndi Macmillan
Ranked 6th
It began as an idea.
Hopped up on my dendrite highway.
Zoomed through my wide-open interstate and took me on a ride.
I was holding on as hard as I could.
A smile turned into a flat out worldwide laugh.
Idea one turned herself into upside down girl,
Flatulent gorilla, chameleon on a stick.
A poem? A canvas? A play? A book?
A novel? Possibilities overtook me
And threw me into a soft nap.
Ideas do this to me sometime.
To percolate prettily while I sleep.
I never color inside the box,
Because I do not see a box,
I always see a diamond or a star.
My hazel eyes on the prize, I took out my favorite glitzy paints and began to devour myself.
On a canvas, on the wall.
Drew the brush swiftly onto the wall and down onto the floor.
Never stopping, happily, zanily out of control, abnormal to some,
Completely normal to me.
Beginning once again to create what will become a teensy bit of me...
Fully into the
Kingdom of “be yourself” which my dancy, prancy muse and I will leave
In my wake at my wake.
Furiously creating a non-final me.
Written 12-14-2019 Contest: Creativity in Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Free will is a thing of beauty
On the best of days
We rank ourselves a notch
Above the animal kingdom
Because there’s more to life
More than simple procreation
And being part of a life cycle
So we believe we are more
Than the sum of our parts
The meaning of life
Ours ultimately to define
With potential for challenge
And surpassing ourselves
In a multitude of ways
Finding each our path
Contributing to evolution
The advancement of mankind
Humanitarian achievements
In facets of arts and science
And whatever other tangent
We can possibly dream up
Scrutinizing colonies of ants
Humans are a breed distinct
With their inflated egos
Focused on wrestling for supremacy
Free will is a thing of beauty
Bent on destroying more than creating
In a world of chaos there’s no denying
The meaning of life is a conundrum
Ours to decipher as we cling to hope
AP: 1st place 2020
WinLose or WinWin
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LoseLose
+/- or +/+
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-/-
Yang/NotYin or Yang/Yin
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NotYang/NotYin
When prime appositional interrelationship
equals cosmic oppositionally centered dipolar intra-relationship
Then notnot denominators equal
WinWin enumerated polynomial co-equals
YinSquared co-relates
YangSquared integrates
WuWei regenerates
ZeroZone Tipping Points
of DNA-scriptured
abundant 4D prime ZeroZone
secularhealth-and-sacredwealth
humane-restoring divine resonance.
Which feels like a too binomial LeftBrain with RightHearted way
of inviting WinWin mentors
to ego/ecofacilitate healthier climate choices,
to let go of WinPatriarchal v LoseMatriarchal strategic framing anxieties
and competing nutritional resource requirements,
to admit aloud
what we have and still could do
to regenerate a healthy secular/sacred climate difference.
Inviting fellow ego-ecotherapists
to regenerate a global
Left-health with Right-ecosacred wealth
WinWin dream,
universally immense integrity co-invitations
to stop spiritual-network hiding
in our natural FirstTao CosmicNation greenrooms
To stop waiting all our extending family lives
for our WinWin moment in stagelight revolutioning entrances,
still dreaming
Great Transitional marching anthems,
restoring global justice with matriarchal peace
before we ego-exit
into polypathic or polyphonic
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timeless notnot SpaceTime.
Consider the (Dreaming) Birds
By Mark D. Stucky
Jesus told us to consider the birds of the air.
I have pondered parakeets (budgies) in a cage
routinely performing what seems impossible.
No, not flying. (They fly rather poorly.)
It’s the posture they keep as they sleep.
Usually before closing their eyes,
they puff out their colorful feathers,
precariously balance on just one slender leg,
twist their heads halfway around,
and nestle their beaks under the backs of their wings.
How can they do that? Why would they want to?
No human could hold such an improbable pose,
not even in yoga, let alone while dreaming.
I’ve puzzled over those tiny amazing acts
that birds do daily with little thought
and no explanation of their motives to me.
Although I can’t replicate their strange stance,
to those tiny birds, I am godlike.
They periodically chirp loud petitionary prayers
for me to give them this day their daily birdseed.
But omnipotent and omniscient I’m clearly not.
Those winged unlikely wonders mystify me.
Perhaps if I could enter their caged existence
and take on the feathered form of a fellow bird,
they would softly warble their secrets to me,
and I to them.
I treasure miniature miracles in implausible places.
And if a fluff of feathers can perform such wonders,
surely the God of the universe
can go bigger and better,
can fling a star-like light across Bethlehem’s sky,
can create conception in a virgin by divine in vitro,
can take on flesh in our own featherless form,
and can croon to us heavenly dreams.
(First published in Small Town Anthology VI: Entries from the Sixth Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2020, pp. 38-39. See also my poems “Quantum Theology” and “Journey of a Contemporary Joseph.”)
(Photo by garten-gg on Pixabay.)