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“Freedom Fall 8 and the Removal of Ray Bans”
The Dilettante Diaries: New Chapter
Sometimes it’s necessary
to
Lose
to
Win
Freedom Fall 8
Sans Rays
A new chapter.
Light, waves
and
dances
barefoot
with the
Soft gumshoes
Hustling to Win
with the
Gilded Morai
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight-ball
Break:
One person is chosen by some predetermined method (e.g., coin toss, lag, or win or loss of previous game or match) to shoot first, using the cue ball to break the object-ball rack apart. In most leagues it is the breaker's opponent who racks the balls, but in some, players break their own racks. If the breaker fails to make a successful break—usually defined as at least four balls hitting cushions or an object ball being pocketed—then the opponent can opt either to play from the current position or to call for a re-rack and either re-break or have the original breaker repeat the break.
If the 8 ball is pocketed on the break then the breaker can choose either to re-spot the 8 ball and play from the current position or to re-rack and re-break; but if the cue ball is also pocketed on the break then the opponent is the one who has the choice: either to re-spot the 8 ball and shoot with ball-in-hand behind the head string, accepting the current position, or to re-break or have the breaker re-break.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1sDx8VDzB8
I’ve seen wretched souls
fall poorer by stealth
I’ve seen frail old people
endure pain as they knelt
Climbing mountains barefoot
pilgrimages never stop
A penance for being born
light your candle at the top
I’ve seen false prophets
adorn halls with great wealth
I’ve seen saints being evoked
promising to cure ill health
Down beside the grotto
past where wheelchairs roll
Believers lie prostrate
whilst souvenirs are sold
They beg for miracles
hoping prayers will be felt
Some have their spirits raised
gods name becomes misspelt
Selective interpretations
scriptures bent to suit man
Dogmatic, stern beliefs
hushed silence, vetoes, bans
under forced indoctrination
this mind started to melt
Brainwashed in a classroom
with the strap of a belt
Now feel worthy of nothing
and deserving of it all
I still must climb mountains
but try avoid the brick walls
By David Kavanagh
To Dis a Ray
Tim felt prismatic and took off his polychrome Ray Bans
He had to revisit his novella and needed undistorted vision
To sort out gems from false gold and writer’s confusion
Had he really been so blinded with bands full of colour
Why were so few synonyms for variegations of rainbows
Was he too cheerful or flippant as an unredeemable scribe
The paper oozed with pots of gold and layers of colour
Chakras went up and down spines of meditation and joy
Jesters wore crowns and purple attire to rise from below
Clouds were made for the twilight of tranquil surrender
As he had to write all Peace in pastels on the fabric of hope
Was he really a utopian fantasist who shines through my pages
Repetitive maybe but the mist mixed with sunshine above
Droplets of kindness painted a picture of perfection’s illusion
He had to tweak it because even climbing roses had thorns
So many words in the canon and chorus of dreams and delight
Revising a story amounts will not hinder narration and license
Maybe he will just dis one ray from his tale and see how it goes
17th November 2019
God is sovereign over pandemic
Vanquishing miserable health-crises
He knows what is best, blessing wellness-zest
As His people trust His omnipotence.
With God’s omniscience in nature’s event
He’s not surprised with the COVID-19
Allowing such record in history
Though causing community lockdown angst.
God for sure knows varied government bans
Cognizant of every health protocol
Amidst public safety enforcement rules
Giving guidance to each one who seeks Him.
Here am I with freedom-propped compliance
Granted with choice by faith’s ruling power
Knowing that God has control above all
Including my body’s well-being glow.
For Florida and Texas’* situation
I do commend their lockdown-free status
Backed-up by data of good news’ release
Even with “doing well” progressive rate.
With Alberta’s* “strict limits” circumstance
I can relate, since such is true with us…
Restrictions are imposed as cases rise
Midst vaccination-drive and booster-push.
Doing my best to guard health by God’s grace
I still keep on with ministerial work
Knowing that these are all signs of the time
Pestilence is one; this virus is proof.
Then, I do my part to share the Gospel
Declaring Christ as the greatest Healer
Securing believers’ eternal life
Against sin-virus no vaccine can cure.
Thus, to God do I entrust my sure state
Believing that His wise plan is perfect…
While busy in His kingdom, I’m praying
“Even so, come, Lord Jesus”**… That’s my hope.
*https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/do-lockdowns-not-work-why-florida-and-texas-are-doing-better-than-ontario-and-alberta
**Revelation 22:20 He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
January 27, 2022
3rd place, "Alberta Texas Florida" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 2/28/2022.
Reading Out Loud...
Plus applying index finger as pointer guide
(take that Missus Wells),
who best not take objection, hence let snide
blackboard barbed comment dultifully slide
chalked up and emanating
from gentleman with pride
and prejudice toward third grade teacher,
whose archaic rubric, I no longer abide
when a student at Henry Kline,
he now doth elide
ridiculous bans Boyer Grade School
instituted), who undoubtedly Gracefully yells
from her grave, against these codas long defied
condemned, exorcised, forbidden taboos,
nonetheless tactically helped this pied
piping peter pan, an aging (intellectual baby
boomer bookworm) as his tried
and true knowledge bank account swells
conviction communicating wide
across avast web donning
and/or trumpeting averring,
he always decried
"FAKE" arrogance, conceit, egotism,...
which learning my methodology quells ride
ding high crest of aspiration an aside
to increase cerebral deteriorating multicells,
thus lessening the smarts for suicide
this technique fosters enhanced cognition,
galvanization, pronunciation, et cetera,
whereby vocalizing words,
while ensconced backside
voicing, learning idea
constituting each sentence,
(within figurative nutshells) decide
dutiful dogged diligence involves eyesight,
mandibular interaction
jabbering, sans oral jawbreader divide
aided by vocalization augmentation allows,
enables, and provides groundswells
flowing fun like joyride
with incorporation to hear
nasal twang only downside
syllabification altogether garnering
boost to comprehension outstride
ding learning taking paradigm nationwide.
“Violets are Blue”
In this new space
you came in fast
like a meteor
I hesitate to say
you were smooth
in this new space
no one can hear
the sound bite,
but they
see the thoughts
of you
behind the windows
of their craft
helpless of this
new lifeform
this evolving state
of undress
addressing the
lack of hesitation
such a masterful
command in control
of a new language
sans speaking
sans ray bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens creation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
the star ship voyager voyeur
come in out of the cold
from the big blue
like a sky god
you smile,
you think, danger
danger will robinson,
cheese, is only
for the Moon,
but missing gravity
lost in space
is enough to make,
an ancient
astronaut
swoon
you’re way past
Major Tom
and ground control;
the court's yours
you think, a
slam dunk sink
incorrigible
spirit so blithe
piloting this new space
The Watchers
besides themselves
who's steering
the ship? now?
at the windows
hard pressed
observing new hues
absent crew
confederate ghosts
burning up a storm
in the cosmic mist
such lascivious lifeforms
sans sans
sans Ray Bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens
situation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
April showers may dampen Dallas Texas torrents glooming deluge on path way
Priceless zooming presence; shrouds blend violets and daisies blooming in May
Rain forecast an encumbered view; stubborn clouds cause distressing delay
Isn’t raining rain you know, it’s raining diamonds vrooming diamond souffle
Look expectantly skyward, your Ray Bans don, for the Solar Eclipse it's today!
1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
2. Gulping her exhibition so flashy
as my loose mind wrong-foot her emotions
the will to know what’s next unhooks its heat
after the drinks should be seamless kisses
my advances she bans as licentious
we can make this dinner more than a date
modesty and formality should wait
so let’s tarry my dear till it is late
and follow the new script written by fate
as this proudly puts me above my mates.
3. Her senses electrify in doubles
she’s giving me wrong headed reactions
as they gang up to be monolithic
on this feeling, acting the pied piper
first time chilling needs no alacrity.
She makes it so sexy, what’s today’s date?
history colours itself, time cannot wait
everything is in check, we can’t be late
this could be destiny or our fate
b’cos our hearts are becoming mates.
4. Her decency spanks my curiosity
suppressing my full light to a dip switch
this attitude attracts strong reprisal
the hope for next meeting reinforces
but the after-play still non-existent.
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Bridge x 4
The first, the tenth, what difference does it make?
That probability, the mind takes
your ‘No’ surely makes this dinner seem fake.
Chorus
Pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
Chorus
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans
My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the Waterfront Bar and Grill
As if we were airborne soldiers just landed
But still attached and tangled
To our thumping jumping parachutes
Strings of lightbulbs clattering like teeth above us
Hung from under the Friday night tent
96 degrees even as the day sinks to evening.
The river converts to beer and shots of whiskey.
The catfish are buzzed and jump for joy.
The four member rock band is amped up
With the addition of a mandolin
And plays the entire second side in order
From Led Zeppelin III
But replacing at the end Hats Off (To Roy Harper)
With Hey Hey What Can I Do? as one big set.
Who does that?
We notice there are well-known bartenders
Playing hooky from working anymore
At the drab and deadly chain restaurants
Back in the townships.
We should all follow their lead
And go on strike right now from the boredom of life
Everyone everywhere
Just quit and sit along the Grand River in this sparkling city
But the lead guitarist
He drinks his beers as fast as the crowd
And the bass guitarist tilts her instrument
Vertical to her shoulder
A mother soothing her baby’s back
Swaying her hips in melodic circles
While the drummer and the piano player try to catch up
On beat
So we sing along
Implanting our hands in the dough of air.
Jimmy Page is here.
Sitting alone.
Dressed in black.
Sipping from a tall glass of orange juice.
It’s too hot for flies
So lightning bugs twinkle to the sticky bottoms
Of emptied beer pitchers
Flickering on the table tops
To the night’s finale of Whole Lotta Love
Mixed at the end with Baba O’Riley.
Who does that?
All night
A friendly man at the table next to me
A union bus driver
Who bragged he’d worked enough overtime all year
To take PTO for the entire summer
Flicks his hand against my shoulder
(The same shoulder that has Melanoma growing on it)
Every time the band strikes the first chords
To another rare Zep
With the same look of
Can you believe it?
Apparently, I must have the same look.
With our pen we speak,
Not that our voice is raised to the peak.
The ink outpoured by Pengicians
Appears like rays of stars in the bans of magicians
Who brought the pen to the earth
With which the men have grained and breathe
The lower ones are great at lens
Crawled before but now slate the fence
The cap of knowledge from which intellectuals tap
Flowing endlessly as it crawls around with gap
The papers obey her rule
Heeding to every drop if the blue
I blaze and graze
when I smell the grains it creates
My pen my pen
Oh! I bow in the midst if flames,
I love my pen
I love my pen
In the midst of men,
Oh I raise my pen.