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Chandrasekhar dreamed of gravity's might
Black holes drawing in even light
Skeptics laughed and he couldn't win.
Even England turned its back on him.
Galileo cried, “Come, look, you’ll see!”
But his peers said, “you're tricking me!
Your glass is cursed; your stars aren’t true
You’ll cast a spell on us; we won’t look through.”
Goddard thought rockets could fly
They said, “The man’s a fool to try.”
They found out he was right when Nazi rockets came,
A hard way for London to learn his name.
Julius Mayer said energy was conserved.
Skeptics thought he had lots of nerve.
His paper was scorned, his name dismissed—
He was dramatically right, so he makes this list.
Wegener thought Africa fit the American coast
He thought once they were joined, but his theory was toast
Geologists called him nasty names
Even an open mind couldn't accept such claims.
The Wrights were “Lying Brothers,” so described
But those who saw their planes in action had not lied.
Finally the Wrights moved to Europe, an overnight sensation
And they sold airplanes to many a nation.
This raises questions of what we believe
How truth can be lost, and hard to retrieve
Reality too simplified, wrong barriers that we find
It's so important to keep an open mind.
WHY are those who have nothing obsessed over wealth?
WHY are less hospitals less concerned about Health?
WHY are the Homeless still Forsaken/Forlorn?
WHY the Great Earthquake which left Haiti to mourn?
WHY the fuss over Mexicans?...most do no evil or rob
WHY arrest and deport them?...just give them a job
WHY all the shows about vampires, werewolves and witches?
WHY are some rappers such retards, and call Black Women bitches?
So many people Unfaithful, yet, we're "Bought with a Price?
Then WHY krishna/Buddha, and not Jesus Christ?
WHY the murder of children?...this we can't get around
WHY Carly Bruscha, and Nix Mary Brown?
People running to mischief, it seems a pandemic trait
WHY senseless killings on The First 48?
WHY pools of Oil on the Gulf, which threatens those on the coast
WHY do they think their lives over, when still more Blessed than most?
WHY does a person never sick suddenly breathe their last gasp?
WHY are simple things in this lifetime the most hardest to grasp?
There's vast changes in weather, time to Pray and Reflect
It's a sign from Our Maker, not "The Green House Effect"
Without The Lord in our existence, we live each day as mere pawns
WHY does it seem we weep loudest before the Light Of Hope dawns?
The next WHY? an Enigma....requires deep contemplation
WHY did Jehovah choose Israel over every other nation?
Abundant things I can't fathom, though I ponder and try...
2010, eight years later...the question still remains....WHY?
Bitter Love
In the night, I whispered no one love like us
entwined we’re one body a mass of sated lust.
Her room above an ice-cream parlour was
an angle’s boudoir.
I left for work in a cloud of pink infatuation
and felt benevolent to all creatures in the world.
Nothing could touch me now the coast
was clear of underwater reefs.
Suddenly it changed a boyfriend, a fisherman
came back from the sea, it was him she loved
in our throes of climax, her thought was of him.
A fall from grace, total humiliation, the beauty
fragmented into thousand pieces of the utterly
repugnant memories.
She and her lover boarded a ferry to Denmark
and that was the end of our love affair.
Herein among the furrowed rows
sun ripened cucumbers and leek
twine the grape upon their stakes
tender shoots of produce grow replete
Where honeysuckle alongside jasmine
with tendrils climb the rocken wall
rainbow pigments a mosaic
like earthen shades within the fall
Fair beauty ministers the grounds
drifts perfume of plumaria and rose
wafts lavendar with scents of cardemom
with limestone pathways for barefoot toes
Here garlands do adorn the gates
though there be no need for walls
with granite stairs her entries are
alabaster benches for setting calls
Marble waterfalls and fountains
grace the garden of all delight
where jasper pillars support the arches
and fires light a collonade at night
Here the courtyard is cultivated
to entertain the compnay of Kings
but its fillagree of crowning beauty
is what the humble gardener brings
So like that blooming garden
your fragile grace has captured me
so captivated and entranced
my heart be taken to slavery
Now the gentle breezes coast
there is shelter from all storm
where pools reflect a light so clear
to birth a personality new born
To turn its soil with planted seeds
care to tend upon the fertile crop
whose cornucopia in depth does please
and treasured views will never stop
One Archetech this courtyard built
next to the castle temple grand
spans the torrent river valley
where the trees of life do stand
This is the garden of Gods healing
here the taught do love its sight
where tender hearts can bloom and grow
nothing dangerous here to fight
Lay hold upon the real life
for far better things for you are planned
but only Jesus can lead you through
the final weeding of his land
sources Is 11 , 35 , 55, 65
Apocalypse 21 , 22
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
California Pride
From San Francisco to Sauselito,
I transported a steaming hot burrito.
I have to Golden Gate to thank -
but for that bridge, I would have sank.
My brain is back in boxing form.
What? You think it's not norm-
al for a man to boast
from the California coast?
Sauselito
Sauselito has every vowel - neato!
Passive Aggression
Welcome to my house to dine,
fresh lemonade or turpentine?
Turpentine my beloved twit,
but I'll switch glasses when I see fit.
Van Gogh's Decoherence
Van Gogh's eyes were sensitive and keen.
When he painted a pastoral scene,
his ear picked up interference
and suffered impulsive decoherence.
Thought I’d make my cash and then
life would be oh-so-grand,
finest things, finest people,
the good life for this man.
But the folks I know now
all have these values strange,
drink too much, f-ck anything,
vote for stuff that’s insane.
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
and I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
that I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
where I just don’t fit,
no use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Thought that golf and caviar
were where I would be,
but somehow they all get rich
working for charities??!
Thought that mansions on the coast
would be the best of this,
instead they whisper of an
island that they all miss.
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
nd I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
That I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
Where I just don’t fit,
No use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Cleansed of the notion
that somehow I could belong,
rich or not, I can’t
take part in all of these wrongs.
All this depravity
since wealth leaves them bored and cold,
but what profit’s a man
if it costs his very soul?
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
and I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
that I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
where I just don’t fit,
no use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
OCEANS AWAIT
Away from the dockside and into the bay
Heading out to sea in this steel hulled ship
Powered by team, yet with masts and sail
A fast and safe journey is as the Holy Grail
Carrying passengers, cargo and some mail
Into deep ocean waves we will rise and dip
The dark grey skies suggest a difficult day
Driving rain signals our Southern prospect
A morning of growing passenger disquiet
Noon watch sounded by a tolling of the bell
The North Atlantic has some secrets to tell
Building up its strength in its powerful swell
Several weeks of an increasingly limited diet
The ocean presenting its unforgiving aspect
Equatorial waters offer a welcoming respite
Finally, some warm and gentle winds at last
Yet still the storms can make an appearance
Even when predictions suggest it’s clearance
Never a firm favourite of sunshine adherents
A good time to ensure all cargo is made fast
And experience how the day turns into night
The South Atlantic is an unpredictable ocean
Way down past Africa’s challenging long coast
Rounding the Cape and another leg to the East
Perhaps taking one more week or two at least
But the deep churning swells have now ceased
Approaching Perth early, the Captain will boast
But arrival is met with much relief and emotion
The shrouds of clouds slim whim accost the sun —
The phat and fat, ruddy red and horizon muddy one.
Underscore of wavy grass, a sea of bees, life’s core.
A hiss of bliss, a slap, a tap of tippy-toe on crazy shore.
The forest rests on the pregnant breast of the fireball.
The teasing test of wheezing labor on a neighbor’s shawl.
The quake of vermillion beads, the wake of creation’s seeds.
No weeds in rebirth, the girth of bittersweet tease, broken water bleeds.
Crusty-Winter’s crossed. Trim sails from rusty nails and splinter’s cross.
Behold the boast from coast to coast, warm the cold, the lost.
10/4/2018
Battle XI/Sponsor - Juli-Michelle
Cliff
On sea cliffs walks a breath of grace
Windswept wonder splashed on her face
Sun shadows dance around her feet,
Delight in this sandy retreat,
Green parasol, like flower blooms
Floral scents and ocean perfumes,
Flowing spice of the salty air,
Carefree breeze tugs curls in her hair.
Wind song of the sea sings in riffs
From hiding places runs up cliffs
Chases sunlight - l’apres midi –
Sea shanty chorus, whimsy free,
Ruffles chaste lace of petticoats
Playful whiffs ‘round her bonnet float
Bluffs of pink granite precipice
Sports wild poppies, crinolines crisp.
Palisade crags – coast of flowers -
Begs delight from her leisure hours
Spreads her a cape of boutons d’or,
Golden bouquet – beauty implores -
Playful cloud shadows, like sea drift,
Hug windy paths upon the cliff
Grace strolls in afternoon’s repose
Blossom of the Fleurie Coast rose.
1-25-22
Contest: C Form - Couplet
Sponsor: Constance La France
Based on Monet’s painting of Madame Monet at Trouville France. Trouville is a resort city in Normandy that is part of the Fleurie Coast – Coast of Flowers.
Corpus Christi in the southern region of the United States
Named by a Spanish explorer, Alonso Álvarez de Pineda, and mates.
As he discovered the lush semitropical bay, an American city
on the Western Texas coast; Christian feast day of Corpus Christi.
The city’s name means, body of Christ; a place of my birth,
A coastal city in the biggest state of Texas on this earth.
Corpus Christi of North America, is known as the "Bird Capital,"
A city that has a humid subtropical climate, to some very unvital.
North America a country of the free and the brave;
Fifty states surrounded by an ocean coastal waves that voices rave.
Beaches almost paradise that brings joy, semblance of normalcy;
Just feels like one can breathe from all the abnormalcy.
In time for a very hot, very immunized summer rhythm,
Oceanside of much-needed thrilling escapism.
With cold drinks, toes scrunch in the sand;
In a beach day with a lot of laughter and getting tanned.
5/31/2023
'Glorifying your birthplace/country through poetry
If Your Birthplace-country was a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon