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Forum Nine
(for: my poetess-commentator)
LoudVoice:
O, the dazzles of my Sports city; in groups of Guilds – behold the
stylish touches with which the Painter & the Architect do adorn our city: a visitor would
think of us & acknowledge us for the organization of the Classical Olympic Games. Then,
what a pleasure, a treasure accomplished in the solid work done in our Sports city! Of the
Myth, History & Wisdom carved for Posterity, aren’t Work, Art & Nature so honourable?
LowVoice:
Then, our erratic Age of Fashion has certain capacities for praise …
LoudVoice:
O, that’s untruly frank about this pointed issue I hadn’t your guts to raise!
(to be contd.)
commentator wrote a critique that was six times longer than the poem itself
He demanded the poet explain her intentions
the critique sounded irritated and annoyed
Frustrated and insane
She laughed when she read it
She had spent six seconds penning her six lines
he had spent possibly an hour rewriting his critique
She stared at the poem
Not remembering it
When had she written it?
She looked at the date
One a.m. this morning.
She laughed even harder.
Her one a.m. self
and her four-thirty in the afternoon self
did not recognize each other.
She wrote back these three words
“get over yourself.”
I had never met Elizabeth E before today.
She works at a different school.
Another Montessori.
She sat down at our round table.
I could tell by a variety of looks that others at our table knew her.
Almost before the group task was explained EE grabbed the paper.
She confiscated the markers too.
Without any help from the other seven teachers she began to talk.
Telling us why she was doing the group activity.
Because she is brilliant, a member of Mensa, and smarter than us.
We all watched her do the entire group project incorrectly.
None of us commented or suggested.
One young newbie tried to make a few suggestions.
But she soon caught on. We were not bright enough to help.
Elizabeth E’s hand was the first one up. She wanted to share.
She loudly and proudly explained what she had done.
The commentator told her that it was completely wrong.
All of us burst out laughing.
Two of us could not stop.
I have never felt less like an idiot.
Start the day. In what way
was the cold spring, last wet summer a
global warning, indicator. Says
one commentator on the op-ed page, the
dislocations, wars, famines will tax humanity's
technology, philosophy, even religion's ability
to see past daily survival to
the music in the rock. I've doubted the taboos
one frog among many in the slow-heating beauty
of the world we knew. Aaron's coconut.
Peepers doing well in the heavy rains, wet
with joy. Hawks and crows thrive below the jet
stream, noise, perhaps our fears
are overdrawn, we'll get along, it'll all hold together 10,000 years more,
the Holocaust will never be repeated, lush mountain and sere
desert equally appreciated, baseball
lazily paced summer evenings, the harvest in the fall
a sure thing, and the dying back a blessing come to all.
For the love of God I fall me down,
To my knees, I pray, hands together,
hear me please! I don't know you.
But I want to... see the eyes
that shine so blue. They say it's true.
Never read your Book, I know you look.
You check to see me too.
Is it You?
" Know Dice..." my head said twice.
" This Way..." called the Indian.
Game field is Hear, and the games in play.
A spectator? A ghost or a Commentator?
Know. It's God, answers The Operator.
Oh crap its true!
For the love of God I fall me down,
To my knees, I pray, hands together,
hear me please! I don't know you.
~click~
Oh my it's true! The wire is in
and the patch panel knew....
~ Hows that duck ~
Oh what luck! He saw me through!
Form:
Former champions (World Heavyweight and Tag Team champions)
were managed by manager Solfege Virtuoso. Trying to regain
their now lossed titles
the manger withdrew them from contention
and disallowed their return match clauses.
He fired them and replaced them with new members in his stable.
He told his former proteges that they had" fell off the Horse and the
saddle had been refitted for someone who understood what winning was all about!"
He bough in "The Hoss" Barrence Gonzales
and "the Ox" Jigero BluBarb( " Ox of Oaxaca") who
were former champions in three different organizations.
Their reputations preceded them, they
were guaranteed a title match and so was the guy who was
to defeat the World Champion upon
he first match and title opp,
in this new to him organization.
The introduction of " Lavender" Capucine Ferreira bough a quietness
across the arena and it was the beganning of the end of
the current worlds champions reign.
The promoter were said to have agreed to the managers terms
only at lunchtime the day of the
television taping. Minuet Dancer the representative of
the organization spoke of A new Narrative or a Climax to
a great story". They named the show
" Fate,and Fear, ". The managers dealing bought a new since
of change
to an organization who had a championship wrestler who worked tirerestly to promote
his style of wrestling, to be defeated by a showmen who enjoyed wrestling
and could out wrest nearly any one on the chart. This only prompted the former champions
and the now fired member to unite and recreate their selves and there approach.
They sought the wisdom of Ruggero Doolins, a manager who
had been a color commentator. They wore masks and got evening jobs .
Know one thought they were who they were
after all those guys worked for another company.
Blind Faith
So, even the expression, blind faith, makes my blood boil.
I've had one too many conversations with "intellectuals" who disdainfully look down on us believers for believing in a Creator. They imply by the expression blind faith, that we do not have the mental capacity to think or to reason, that we blindly, or naively, are lead to believe in God without any proof.
They say that believing in an invisible person, or force is foolishness, a mere childlike fantasy nothing more. One commentator said "I used to have an imaginary friend, when I was a child, but I grew up, and no longer believe in fairy tales, and imaginary sky friends, like God".
Firstly, I would say that it is not foolishness, to believe in invisible forces. Science has proven the existence of radio waves, gravity, magnetic attraction, electricity, wi-fi, and on and on goes the list. So it is not the intellectually weak-minded who believe in invisible forces, it is all rational people.
To be frank, if there is no Originator of life, no Initial Causer, Creator, or Intelligent Designer, then what is left? What initiated life? Chance you say! Ok, let's look at random chance as the initiator of life. Ask any scientist what are the mathematical probabilities, that life, even in it's most rudimentary form came about by chance, they will tell you the odds are trillions to one, over billions of years!
So let me get this straight, believing in a great Causer, when we see the effect (us, life as we know it) is unreasonable, but according to them, it is more reasonable to conclude, that life came from nothing at all, and the odds are trillions to one against it, and that it is a fact. Interestingly, mathematics professors will tell you that 10 billion to one odds, is the limit, beyond that it is not only improbable, but rather, mathematically impossible to happen.
So, to prove God exists, all we need to do, is do the math! It is mathematically impossible that life came by random chance. For those that believe it to be true...sounds a little like...hmmm...... blind faith!
John Derek Hamilton
May 16,2017
Winter storm Blizzard, dangerous
White out conditions. An unassuming man
From Puerto Rico was driving in it, when
He and hundreds of others were forced to
Exit the interstate.
He was glad, as he had spent three hours
Driving a mere thirty-eight miles
“And when I was almost
Here three reindeer
Crossed the road In front of me,”
He Informed the TV man
“Deer,” the commentator responded.
The man did not understand.
“Yes, reindeer,” he said, Nodding his head.
Four notorious good ‘ole sit-around Charlies
At Joe’s coffee shop could not
Stop laughing as they watched
The telecast.
“Shh! He is on the other side of your
Divider,” their waitress told them.
They could not let up. It was too good.
“Santa,” one whispered
Rudolph,” another said.
The men in the flannel shirts could stop laughing,
As soon as the laughter resided, someone would
Throw out another idea and the booth would shake.
Sometimes they pounded the table.
They were wiping their eyes,
By the time their food came.
Unmercifully making fun of this outsider
Having no idea he was a world-renown
University professor who
Was recording their every word on the
Opposite side of that tiny plastic divider.
He made double his salary that year,
During a little sabbatical,
Promoting his book entitled
“The Blatant Rudeness of
Americans.” He was on Ellen too.
That really is my trademark. Day to day, week in, week out. If something happens and the crowd roars, I shut up.
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Good is not good when better is expected.
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Don’t let the winds blow your dreams away…or steal your faith in God
~ Quotes by Vin Scully
WHO WAS VIN SCULLY
Who was Vin Scully? I can surmise that he was wise.
He knew when to let life take over. He’d bend to the crowd’s
delight, stop his galloping tongue when the stadium exploded
with applause, oohs, ahhs, cacophonous roars.
Good is not good enough - how tough do you have to be
to leverage average? It is quite alright to be disappointed,
even angry in a less than stellar performance. Better
was expected - before they took the field, the dreams
of glory against the other team. Esteem not, poor performance.
We view life as a sports game. Defeat can bring a grounder.
Depression can still every bit of light, the dreamweaver
kicked to the curb. Pick up that ball and bat and crack
that stitched odyssey out of the park than grab a footlong
and foaming beer and celebrate with all your teammates.
Bless the Lord who gives excellent dreams, allows the
arrow to stay a little too long, pulling back, pulling back
and still not ready but oh…oh when it flies, when
the little white globe, like a full moon, sails in just the right
direction over the spectator’s heads, breaks the speed
of light then it…all preparation, all potential energy, all
the teamwork was worth the wait, and the commentator
can say goodnight…rest in peace Vin Scully.
8/3/2022
If I had a wishing stick I would ask for world peace
The lovely beauty pageant contender said into the mike
Generous generous generous
You are allowed three wishes, the commentator said.
Oh, great! She said. World peace, and I want the unicorns to be freed.
Smart too right?
“Three wishes,” The commentator said while the crowd looked on.
“And I wish the dragons would stop flying and killing people,” she said sagely.
Wow! I began to laugh. The commentator looked stunned and stumped.
She gave her queenly smile and a wave, and trotted back
to her seat in her bathing suit.
Yes, bathing suits are important too in a beauty pageant.
There were four additional finalists. Three said world peace.
Each time they said “world peace” the audience clapped as if they were on fire.
I kept rolling my eyes.
I am wearing a comfortable mumu today. It is ninety outside.
“What would your three wishes be?” The commentator asked.
“I wish to be selfish, to be left alone,
and to have my hair grow out in rainbow colors.”
The audience’s clapping was thunderous.
She was crowned almost instantly.
We are all tired of people lying about wanting world peace I guess.
And who the heck
Does not want their hair to grow out in rainbow colors?