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Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
(Or ... I Know What I Know)
(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)
Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb Up The Wall
They Come On Like Squalls
Their Opinions Sprawled
We Shake 'Em Off Like Tattered Shawls
... Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
So, If I Happen ... Across Your River To Row
I Don't Mean To Come Sounding Like An Old Crow
Or Waste Your Time If You Say No ...
But Listen ... I Know What I Know ...
I've Read & Studied & Meditated
Perused & Pondered & Got Educated
In Reason & Rhyme - I've Ruminated
My Thoughts Into Rooms Are Relegated
Raised Questions & Quizzed & Investigated
(Even Made Some Folks Uneasy & Agitated)
but GOD Said That 'That' Knowledge Would Be Hated
(John 7: 7 / John 17: 14 / John 15: 17-20)
So With All Due Respect -- So and So ...
... I Know What I Know
... of Innocence & Intelligence
Ratified Ideas & Reference
Cataloged Diligence & Resilience
Always Bravo'd The Beauty of High Brilliance
In Conventions' & Congregations' Confidence
& Assemblies & Achievements' Evidence
In Citadels of Archives' Residence
In Colleges & Scholars' Licensed Competence
In Trust's of A Counselor's Expert Guidance
and In The Word of GOD's Reverence
With Lessons' Continuance' Vigilance
In Meaning of Life & Purpose & Spirit's Significance
and Carpe' Diem When Possible and Patience ...
So, That Even In Philosophy's Status-Quo ...
... I Know What I Know
... From Countless Hours - In Half A Century of Years
In Conversations From A Constellation of Peers
About Life & Death & Future & Fears
About Love & Passion & Lust & Leers
About Laughter & Joy & Pain & Tears ...
About Mercy & Justice & Truth So Clear
About Fame & Fortune & What's More Dear
About War & Peace As World Totters & Veers
About Freedom As Kingdom of GOD Draws Near
About Why We Cheer & While Others Jeer...
(Part 2 of 4)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/20/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
(Part 2 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way. So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee
Inside, there’s a small museum where I keep
the pieces I couldn’t let go of:
the first laugh, a heartbeat that wasn’t mine,
the warmth that made me think I was whole.
Each memory cataloged by touch and scent,
stitched together with words I never spoke.
I’ve tried to map it all out,
to dissect the parts of me that stayed,
to understand why memories linger like bones
that ache in the cold, old and unhealed.
I used to think if I traced each line back,
I’d find a path out of this maze of almosts.
Some days, it’s a heart still beating in fragments,
a ghost of the things I never gave away.
Other days, it’s just an empty room,
filled with whispers that only I can hear,
their voices brittle, fading like dust on old photographs.
I wonder how much of myself I’ve left in places
where I thought I could stay forever—
a hand outstretched in the dark,
a promise I thought I could keep.
But love is only anatomy until it breathes,
and letting go is an art of breaking,
learning to live with the echoes of things I never said.
If I could open myself up like a book,
each page would be filled with what didn’t fit,
the names of places where I left pieces,
the outlines of people who faded in the light.
What remains is the skeleton of almosts,
a body built of memories, stitched and scarred.
In the end, maybe we’re just a collection of things
that almost made us whole—
a museum of lost words, unsent letters,
and souvenirs from places we never really stayed.
Each piece a quiet map of the self we keep hidden,
the anatomy of all we once held close,
now letting go, one fragment at a time.
Humanity is comprised of people of varying skin shades,
white, black, red, brown, olive, and yellow, to name a few.
And amongst every skin color, there are intelligent, stupid,
honest, deceitful, friendly, hateful, hopeful, and depressed people.
Yet they all share one thing: they're all human!
Strangely, we can't relate to one another, although we're all related.
Thus, we form tribes, not families,
but an exclusive circle of like-minded people!
Tribalism is a primal force, segregating cataloged people into groups,
like our people, their people, and those other people!
What is a country? It's merely a group of similar people;
who arm themselves and claim a piece of the Earth as theirs,
erecting invisible borders to keep other people away.
People will always distrust others, because people can't be trusted!
Influential, powerful, wealthy, and shadowy people
call the shots; for they're all unequivocally corrupt people!
People get ostracized for being street people, beggar people,
poor, lazy, discontented, and homeless people.
The people society considers disposable.
These distinctions include the old, young, frightened,
challenged, hungry, and oppressed people.
Political, deranged, delusional, religious, and unscrupulous people
all share one trait: they're loyal only to the tribe they identify with.
These conflicting tribes huddled behind barbed-wire walls
will one day kill all the people; then, there will be no more people!
It always starts the same
a fairy tale
first child
second child
It
you didn't even want to see him
let alone give a name
I did
you vanished
sleepless nights submersed in days
hours became a battlefield
we stood against over 20 armies
they had a name
and classification
one life got cataloged
yet destitute of any record
as no one ever took his picture
nameless
faceless
less human
for the rest of them he turned to less
but mine
he was my silver shoes
first years were a laugh
then electrical storm
aimed his metal hat
and cry whispered
- something is wrong
they put him in great blackness
and told me how the roads to that core were misplaced
but he wasn't
he was just in the right place
my little tin man
countless times shrunken metal heart stopped
so I lend him mine
and became his breath
sight
touch
I've tried to overlay him
as there were 3 openings in his plate armour
strange how something empty can be a life-saver
(had to save you)
so I assembled these tin sheets in my arms
and made system to see you
we did it
they finally saw us
and named me the courageous one
but I wasn't
I was terrified to live without you
yesterday
as the letter came
I had to hang my silver shoes up
"Your right on the status of nursing parent stops with the death of a child with difficulties in development ..."
that night ... I died with you
books stacked, spine horizontally allowing the title and author to be seen, cars facing the front, hood and license plate, people and trees distinguishable by height and hair or crown, the sequence of years diminishes the vision but equips the brain with a detailed scanner that elide to pareidolia, in one drawer texture and colors, in the other weight and flavors, such as that little you, cataloged in the section of visually acceptable beings, human, pre-adolescent to his presumptive 9 years, blue of the shorts taken from the palette of picasso, irregular dentition requiring palatal expanders and, like a grandfather spying on the family that has lunch at the table set, his curious brown eyes peer from the doorway at the father's small library above the wardrobe, the fourth grade demands reading classics, there isn't one, so he read the Iliad that becomes a kind of alternative treasure, bank of almost incomprehensible words or depository of linguistic jewels. unlucky boy, he would have a better fate scratching his knees in running around the neighborhood, but you know how it is, a father pours out his pretensions and his alter ego on his offspring, some are rewarded with ignorance as in a lottery, others find damnation early if it's called wisdom.
### - ## - ####
There you go you have been identified
### - ## - ####
You have been marked
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system
### - ## - ####
Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's
Forever lost digitally
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers
To be put in a human catalogue
### - ## - ####
To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog
You are a number, not a name
You are part of the inventory
Of the cold hearted insane
### - ## - ####
Welcome to the warehouse we call earth
We want your presence, we crave your birth
Another soul to feed the beast
Another set of digits to add to the feast
### - ## - ####
No need to worry because you are free
Just never be late when you pay me
### - ## - ####
9 little numbers to keep you straight
9 little ways to control your fate
Think of this when you obey
Live with this day by day
### - ## - ####
It is the freedom
For which you pay
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock
For the masses and your little number
You have been introduced
To the greed driven financial slumber
Welcome !
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Eric (and sometimes not)
No one prepared me for what I found
The fear
Alive
Suffocating
Alone I stood
An enemy without a face
A child I was
Though only a few years have passed
Not one single day fades into night
That I can’t feel your ghost
Hovering just close enough to miss
Yet still too far away to feel
I do not dwell but in my heart
My death is all that would’ve been accomplished
Had I stayed in your liars arms
Our passion was hell fire
That I nearly lost myself in
I would drown in your golden eyes
As you just sat back and stared
I grabbed the first outstretched hand
Terrified my escape would once again be delayed
My breath stuck in my lungs
My fear absolute
Until the mountains were unfamiliar
The black dirt turned to red
I ran from your spectre
I ran from the demons nipping at my heals
When I finally stopped
Falling flat on my face
I did not rise for days
As I cataloged all the lessons I learned
Always seeking that silver lining
Forcing the smile through the pain
Though it took some time
I forgave every player in the game
Except you
If I forgave you
I would forget you
I don’t want to be without
Your painful pleasure just yet
Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.
While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.
Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive to craft a living art.
Oh when will I awaken, yearns
Sleeping Beauty?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Black Eye Galaxy (Wikipedia)…
M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy (APOD)…
Explanation: The Sleeping Beauty galaxy may appear peaceful at first sight but it is actually tossing and turning. In an unexpected twist, recent observations have shown that the gas in the outer regions of this photogenic spiral is rotating in the opposite direction from all of the stars! The fascinating internal motions of M64, also cataloged as NGC 4826, are thought to be the result of a collision between a small galaxy and a large galaxy where the resultant mix has not yet settled down.
Oh, living, breathing star
how beautiful you are.
You pulsate from afar-
our cosmic avatar.
Life beats inside your heart
that rends dust-rays apart
so elements- impart
the gifts of which we're part.
Life's building blocks you spread-
earth creatures- your seedbed;
your precious prize, widespread
from richest dust- inbred,
with sulfur, nitrogen,
mixed well with oxygen;
and carbon, hydrogen-
add phosphorus- life's spun.
Oh, living, breathing star-
your heartbeat is bizarre.
Dear God did raise the bar-
has made you what you are.
March 21, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 6
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/09/2020
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Star's Heartbeat
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 03/22/2020
"The crucial elements for life on Earth, often called the
building blocks of life can be abbreviated as CHNOPS:
carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, and
sulfur. For the first time, astronomers have cataloged the
abundance of these elements in a huge sample of stars."
www.space.com
Walk with me here, friend, once again
Along the dingy street cataloged with dingy lives
For our hopes were eagles here
And the little people preys of pride
How we circled them aloft in our sky
Of some marginal education
Until their pearl glint in our eyes
And our hearts came down like kites
Recall me there
Longing for only one girl to carry me away
I did not really know you then
Your string so snagged by more than one of them
Did they think I was a similar sort
But such things are merely chaff
Not enough to come between the love of friends
Our morning prayers
And our evening worship while we covet
God's favor for our dreams.
I am glad he answered you
For I am proud to tell the world
That genius is my friend
And now I willing will walk the lane with you
Knowing well for all we may remember
We are what we are now
And what is gone is gone
And still we have our friendship
Like eagles in the sky
Mapping the rock's crevices with a different eye.