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Just for a moment, open your mind to all possibilities. Whatever you dream, you can do and create. Then probabilities have opportunities, by which they can manifest.
When the radio was manifested, everyone believed such, was impossible. Phones, cars, indoor plumbing, computers and all we have today, was once considered impossible.
Belief is the catalyst, by which we initiate possibilities. Possibilities addressed with imagination, belief, and effort; give birth to realities; increasing probabilities give us hope that our dreams will manifest.
Skepticism has its place; it can keep you on the road to manifesting realities but, it’s too often abused; used to demean and degrade the dreamers. It prohibits their success in manifesting those probabilities which stalls progress.
The fool is the diehard skeptic; the clammed-shut mind. Those who believe; though some skepticism is allowed; are the real geniuses; courageous believers; thank God for them.
Each of us possesses the capacity to dream; when dreams provide ideas; open your mind, create and leave a part of yourself to this world.
Want a job that includes oodles of math?
No math, despise math. Math Phooey!
No public speaking, I'd rather not be noticed.
Or running for office, wanting lots of votes?
Monday through Fridays only please.
Or I'll work nights only so I can sleep late
Working only on Wednesdays is usually not an option.
Work alone?
Work with a partner?
Work as a team?
She'll be the boss, he'll woo the boss, we'll hide from the boss.
Make my own hours, please.
Or I'll work any schedule you say as long as I can have coffee.
I want a frantic, frenzied, busy day because it goes faster.
A slower pace for me, if you please. I want to nap if the truth be told.
Work with computers?
No computer work!
Minimal computer work
Figuring out your dream job is clearly a difficult assignment.
My dear new friend,
I am writing my first letter ...
I know how to write because of a kind missionary who taught me,
But until you opened your heart to me and sent money,
I had never known a pen or piece of clean, new paper that was my own.
What a day this is - my first letter!
Oh, how bright the sun shines this day!
Oh, how I long to meet you!
How I long to see your country!
I have heard so many wonderful things ...
That place is a dream to me ... yes, a beautiful, hopeful dream!
Where every child goes to school ...
Has a warm soft bed to sleep in each night ...
A full tummy at the end of the day ...
Someone to care for them when they're sick ...
Clean water that flows from the wall - oh, my!
A bathroom with privacy and a seat!
Clean clothes to wear each day ...
Shoes that fit your feet ...
Radios and music, tv's, phones, computers!!
Oh, how my mind spins with the fancies ...
How it turns and tumbles on the thoughts of all these magical things!
And now I know that dreams can come true ...
That maybe, someday, I will see your country with my own eyes,
Meet you and kiss your cheek in thanks,
And let you know how your simple act of giving changed my life ...
Gave me the hunger in my heart to know you,
And showed me that wishes are not just for tossing to the wind,
But shine like stars in the night ...
And are just as real and bright and lasting!
All this you have given me ...
All this from the magic of what must seem a simple thing to you,
But that is, to me, a miracle ...
A piece of paper and a pen,
That I shall now build a new world with!
That I shall use to turn my ideas to form and fact!
That I shall build a bridge with ...
A bridge to take me to a place of wonder and hope ...
A bridge to take me to you,
My beloved pen pal ...
Thank you ... oh, thank you so!
* THIRD PLACE in the "Photostory" Poetry Contest, (Picture Number Two), Eve Roper, Sponsor. *
How can anyone write couplets using AKA
Acronyms, impossible as a word from a CAPTCHA
Maybe with much thought then put in OT
With a little SMART goals, knowing one's SWOT
Please would someone at this time just TED
Then at the end I will have been RED
Meanings:
AKA(pronounced a ka)-Also Known As
CAPTCHA(pronounced capt ka)-Completely Automated Public Turning Test to Tell Computers and Humans Apart
OT (pronounce ot(like otto)-Over time
SMART goal- Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Time-bound-goals
SWOT-(pronounced-sw ot)-Strength, Weaknesses, Opportunities, Threats
TED- Tell me, Explain to me, Describe to me
RED-(my own abbreviation)_Relieve of, Every, Doubt
I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
Home computers arrived out of the blue.
They had been travelling through mind-space
for many years,
Most of us older personages had not a clue.
They came with other free magical packages
these were called 'software' and 'games.'
We diligently spent many long hours
fooling abound with such electronic trickery.
When (somewhere just before middle-age),
I began to type incoherent and
semi-illiterate poetry onto a gray-blue screen
I knew that I was destined to be a genius,
but of course, I had underestimated
the power of the Internet
to both flatter and shatter
the innocence of all humankind.
I not sure I’ll renew my poet’s license this
year, most of the keepers have been kept
with the biggest ones caught, stuffed and hung
on the walls of tumbledown fishing lodges.
Although there are rumors, that the big one
Bishop caught and released back in 1946
still swims somewhere in the dark waters
between Nova Scotia and Massachusetts.
These days, Brautigan would have to wade
much further upstream to go trout fishing in
America as bass have taken over the lower
reaches, which have warmed due to climate
change, aided and abetted by ATV's SUVs,
Jet Skis and those monster Bass Boats
with their three hundred horsepower engines
which race across the waters in those TV Bass
Fishing Tourneys, even though I must admit I
I sometimes watch them in the channel’s free month.
but now I must paddle and haul my canoe over three
portages to find cool water and a bit of peace and quiet.
Then too, poetry isn’t what it used to be
with rhyme, rhythm and form relegated
to dusty archives in lonely libraries.
Nowadays, everything is computers and
online, with pen and paper abandoned, as
Instant Instagram Poets proclaim over this
“new” medium, spouting their infantile
insights regarding the mysteries of life
and love into an existential echo chamber,
leaving us unpublished old poets grumbling
in our garrets as we scribble by candlelight.
.
I remember the days
before technology
before computers
before cell phones
before smart tvs
In particular
I remember one summer day
when I heard on the radio
that the microwave oven
had been invented !
I really thought this was it ~
they had finally invented
every possible thing
but then…
they put a man on the moon
and it was only the beginning !
How our world has since
spun out of our grasp
illusions of grandeur
never nearly big enough
exploration beyond our universe
trying to connect with aliens
when we can't get along
within our human race
Priorities askew ~
Who cares about
this endless technology
What if our geniuses focused on ~
feeding the starving nations
sending all children to school
caring for mistreated animals
fixing the environment that’s
damaged beyond repair ~
They could try solving greed
and cruelty
and selfishness
for starters
The countertop microwave oven affordable for residential use was introduced in the late 1970s.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 18, 2020 for contest A HISTORIC EVENT sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 3RD
Changes
If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked. If competition does not increase in both NBA Conferences,
Playoff spots in the NBA would be reduced to 6 from 8.
In the automobile industry, Buyer Beware Rules would be changed,
affording buyers a fighting chance of getting a good car at a fair price.
No dictatorships in Asia or Africa.
No drugs from Middle East or South America.
Political parties would be discouraged in the US of America.
Terror would cease; and nations would study war no more.
Absolutely no one would pay attention to political polls.
The entire planet would be neither too hot, nor too cold.
Every person would live for ever, and never grow old.
The streets in every city would be paved with gold.
And there would be no pot holes on the road.
No nation would be aggressive toward another nation.
Every nation would humanely govern itself as it chooses.
There would exist the purest form of Sovereignty among nations.
Peace will reign from East to West and from North to South Poles.
All transactions would be fair, and nothing would be deceitfully sold.
There would be fair trades between people everywhere around the globe.
Plenty of clean water for everyone, even the birds and the bees.
Medicines would be minimized, and healing would come from trees.
Children would play without fear of pedophiles.
No human would be bartered or bought.
No child abuse or women misused;
No abortions and no rapes;
No cruelties to any animal,
Including elephants and whales.
04112016 PS Contest, If You Could Change The World, Dan Kearley
Back before the world knew of
Computers, cell phones and compact discs
There lived a little girl who loved grandma
In a way that could be said was fanatical
She followed grandma through her garden
Naming vegetables and flowers, listening
To the bird sing a beautiful sonnet
While her heart raced on with love so honest
Grandma became her greatest fan
Laughing at her antics with such pleasure
Her heart was filled with love unconditional
Love that erased all worry, fear or dread
With her grandma, the little girl felt
Like light reflected all around her heart
Inside her thoughts, wherever she went
And there was light to capture her warmth
As she learned more and more about her grandma
There came a moment in time when she realized
Grandma often lay on the couch, closing her eyes
But wasn’t always sleeping, only taking a hiatus
“Grandma, are you sleeping?’ the girl would ask
“No, I’m only resting my eyes, dear one,” she would say then
The little girl would watch her face as she rested
Wondering if she could hope to interrupt her hiatus
Soon, Grandma would rise from her afternoon rest
And give the girl a smile, a laugh and a caress
Whispering to her of all the love and joy she expressed
Through kindness, gentleness and that giving spirit
Back before the world knew of
Dreaded heartbreak, dying dreams and the sigh of death
This little girl found solace in her grandma’s arms
Where there were only smiles and laughter with no harm
Hiatus Poetry Contest, sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
January 27, 2021