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I'll write only of my biggest fault,
over it, I daily agonize.
My heart and soul are under assault
I need to conceptualize.
I can't seem to conquer my dislike
of ignorance, I can plainly see,
As I introspect, there's disquiet
blaming is not where I want to be.
Realizing many cannot afford
a college degree, even a class,
And many with a degree ignored
truth, giving conspiracy a pass.
So, each of us could open a book...
on one hand, I love the concept
of thriving, thinking, but sure to look
where we're going before we have leapt.
Disliking a mind willing to be
told what to think, to believe, to speak
I'm discarding all their qualities
closing my mind, refusing to seek.
A closed mind, a form of ignorance
so I've come full circle with my despair.
I've fallen prey to my dissonance.
A conundrum that needed some air.
April 30, 2023
for “Character Traits” poetry contest
by Angela Tune
Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later...
when held spellbound courtesy grifter
Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash
his derelict perfected artifice
to hijack every last cent
smarted me with indelible smash;
living daylight delivered I kidney you not
envious affliction affecting
last named member and founder of the Byrds
with crosby, stills, young and nash
entire corporeal being turned to hash
condemned state yours truly relegated,
cuz cremation unaffordable, though pulverized
and transformed into powdery ash;
Impossible mission to conceptualize
transmutation into cremains, the brain
lodged within me noggin
ill equipped to envision mine gray matter
even after asking mister Google to explain
that cremation takes place
in a specially designed furnace,
referred to as a cremation chamber or retort,
and exposed to extreme temperatures –
up to 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit–
leaving behind only ashes.
Following the procedure,
a cooling period required
before the remains can be handled.
Yours truly can best attest,
when succumbing as victim to virtual heist
I most likely flip flopped
into one percent atavistic Neanderthal state;
a surprising revelation
23andme genotyping results
yielded said presence of proto human
after analyzing DNA
courtesy saliva sample from eldest sister.
No other logical satisfactory explanation doth chime
lapsed consciousness, hence reasonable rhyme
whereat one twenty first century mortal man
virtually travelled in time
cast into nasty, shortish brute
obliging deft inducement
outsourcing valuable dough.
Though aforementioned far-fetched notion
smacks of high skepticism,
yet no more ridiculous than
hominids over bajillion years springing forth
from flotsam and jetsam in the ocean
I may as well broach another theory of creation
(just came to my mind),
that divine omnipotent wizard
sprinkled magic potion
across primordial sea
after watching an advertisement promotion
claiming said product
contained the seeds of life and white lily.
Convinced that snake oil salesman
wrought deleterious influence
triggering a debacle that rocked
the financial market,
(albeit constituting one singular naked ape),
an attorney general based in Philadelphia
believes I presented a convincing case,
which hopefully witnesses
recouping all or most of my funds.
My Blue Cheese Is...
A favored dish on most menus
and often more expensive too;
this treat for some still continues
to be for me a huge taboo.
Selective eater, I am not...
I like all veggies and most meats
presented as both cold and hot...
but NO to creepy-crawler treats!
No, thanks...to 'beetles' of the sea...
crustaceans with long antennae!
No Lobster tails and claws for me...
to eating bugs I won't comply!
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Stunner 2018
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 03/18/2018
NOTE:
"The thick slabs of meat you get off a good-sized lobster are a little hard to conceptualize as insect meat, I’ll grant you, but according to the most modern data it really is accurate to think of lobsters as ocean-bound beetles..." Ref: https://www.geek.com/news/lobsters-really-are-cockroaches-of-the-sea-1614260/
I promise I would be a good girl when I go out into the world, I promise to stay out of trouble and return home in a hurry. I promised never to play in the street or walk barefoot, I promise I would stay in school and complete the semester and when the climate changed, I promise to graduate and study at the university.
It’s seems like yesterday when I utter such word when I was at play. I was thirteen and you were thirty-three and I always looked up to thee. You have always encouraged me to hold my head high and never look into ground that hold the dust of shame to its core, and the molten lava spewing through the hole and entering the spot where the disgraced soldier, conceptualize the plot.
I can still hear those words ringing in my ears as I walk the path that everyone fears, it is the moment of truth that is embedded in my youth and the ordeal I encountered on life’s journey comes back to remind me.
I could tell from the start that you are a heart breaker and the season come to remind me that the fault is within me and love is my destiny; when the autumn is done and winter comes along and the snow starts falling, it will fill the lakes and the trees, the ocean and sea and you will come and dance with me.
We will do the river dance on the roof and do the fire dance in a circle, then we will roll in the snow and touch each other dignity, and Boston and Richmond will come alive, Baltimore and Washington DC will take the dive, but New York and Philadelphia will ride out the snowstorm.
It seems like yesterday the climate changed and the clouds start fading away. I stood on those very steps and recited the whole chapter, I stood on that step and grasp every living character, I remember how you cast your eyeballs at me and how the mountain shook beneath the sea when you said, “will you marry me?”
“I am only thirteen, “she said, and I cannot lie in that big bed, “Yes I will marry you,” she replied, she held breath for a while and look on every side and you were still standing looking at her; then a gust of wind came, and you suddenly disappeared, and I stood on the step gazing at the wind.
The daughter's promise was fulfilled, and they walk boldly up the hill after thirty-three years in the making the universe had their blessing, the evidence is in the wind and you can hear it when you are still, winter is chiming in.
In my dark and twisted fantasy
Walk this path and sing with me
Through uncanny valleys
Dodging the volleys of Valkyries
Each word creates a universe
Tied to a black heart curse
You think you're frightened
And I can see your senses heightened
But this is my world
At your fingertips unfurled
This flat dimension I conceptualize
Maybe it can make you realize
That everything I perceive
Is what I could never conceive
Watch flowers blossom in the sky
A radiance so high
I can feel it in my soul
But for this brief happiness is a toll
And for every one smile I'll pay the price
Though you'd never think twice
And though my right eye is slanted
I can see straight to have the truth implanted
This dark and twisting road
Is filled with crude code
And to show you I risked it all
Knowing I've got to fall
Because I'm a broken man
Who never had a plan
I just wanted to know I was worth your time
Which might be my greatest crime
Because I've struggled with insanity
At the height of your vanity
Everything is crumbling
And I can hear the ground rumbling
All I wanted was for you to sing with me
My dark and twisted fantasy
Myself I’ve never been much of a mathematician.
Algebra and stuff didn’t add up to much when I made the decision,
to respond to you, our multi-versed mathematical magician.
Because even I know all things aren’t always equal.
I don’t know what it’s like to grow up black and poor
and to wonder why other kids have more.
Or why no one looks sideways when white kids walk into a store.
It seems this world for you uses a subtraction and division equation.
Giving people who look like me a multiplication table.
We rise to the top like cream even when you’re more capable.
Those who say “Things have changed” are living in a fable.
Maybe they think it’s fine because they have lots on their table.
You have no reason to apologize, I see the sad in your eyes.
That happens when others try to bring you down to size.
But, I sense a power beyond the treatment they rationalize.
There is scripture flowing from your pen,
telling us what your people have dealt with over and over again.
You help me conceptualize that pain,
which enables me to see and realize,
why some might try to bury their blues with drugs and booze.
They think “Nothing is going to change”
They say “F it I’ve got nothing to loose!”
But you you’re a word warrior that’s not the path you choose.
Rewrite it, rethink it, turn it into good news.
Sorrows on a graph, death and molestations.
All these sadness quotients are not merely estimations.
They defy gravity and my limited calculations.
But I can’t read your sorrow without acknowledging
I see your situation.
I hear your brave heartfelt communication.
While still I wonder how you cope with this frustration
Maybe it’s the angels that grace your constellation.
The way you wrote it and I read it
If I were your teacher I’d give you all the credit
Besides in this case you’re the teacher
I say hallelujah brother your life is a prayer.
Keep on speaking preacher.
So I ask what can a math challenged
middle aged white dude do?
People need compassion for what they’ve been through
A thought can grow exponentially beyond me and you,
until it becomes true.
Action Maximization by the many for the few.
Poem by Richard Lamoureux
Dedicated to Michael Ellis.
Why Jehovah you allow the wicked to spread their wings like an eagle. Why make
their path smooth like oil and their wicked act prosperous. They create havoc for
others who are trying to walk in your laws. You are God the almighty: You have
power beyond what human can conceptualize. Then why is it, I am being tormented
and you are not completely rescuing me. I am not trying to be presumptuous, but I
am stating the fact according to how I see it. Yes, Father you are protecting me
from harms way, but why can you remove me out of calamity. I am all by myself -
just you and I . I am very greatful of your protection and loving kindness, but I need
more. Problem surround me everywhere that I go . I know that I am being attack by
spirit forces, but you are Jehovah and no one is like you. You are just, mighty, and
upright. All I am begging you is to rescue me. You know my problem better than I,
but it is I who is feeling the pressure. Father, Jehovah, please rescue me. I will stay
faithful to you Father even if you have forgotten me.
The Green Fairy
If I were a flapper girl sipping on a dirty martini with a jade cigarette holder, would you still love me?
Singing a bluesy, swing song, while the gents in the room had a great ball.
If I were a nurse during WWII, would you run to my bosom and keep our secrets locked up like a key full of sight?
If I were a doctor would you allow me to take your blood pressure, while your heart races in delight?
Listening to Harry Connick Jr with a sip of Absinthe, retuning our melody, and our poetic flare.
Enjoying a Van Gogh painting as we danced in the air?
If I were your woman would you create a scavenger hunt full of little trinkets for me to retrieve?
Would you sing a tune, and lend a red rose, and then get on your knee to bow down and propose?
With all the great poets, we conceptualize a rhyming verse to idolize.
If I were your woman, I’d write a soft word, but just loud enough for the great ones to hear.
As you sip on your vermouth, and the other a beer.
If I were your vampire would you meet me at dusk; with a bag full of ancient coins as you heat up my loins?
His wisdom did his happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense
Of pleasing others, at his own expense
- John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
I’ve often wondered would I have been happier
had I been born more simple minded
If my brain was unable to conceptualize
considerations that go deeper than
what is necessary knowledge to survive
If I was blind to all the bullsh*t
If being tethered to this tiny dead end town
bereft of options or opportunity
were enough to placate me
If I wasn’t aware of a
whole wondrous world out there
though I’ve experienced so little of it
never having seen a sea or left the country
despite the Rand McNally map
hanging on my bedroom wall as a kid
decorated with different colored tacks
denoting all the far away places
upon whose soil I was sure I’d someday set my feet
If I wasn’t confident I could have achieved so much more
if fate had seen fit to give me a chance
the smallest crack in the door
If I didn’t suffer from this fire inside burning me alive
driving me to strive for what I will never have
Competition is supposed
Lowering the price
We didn't hire them
For these the contracts
And they their win conceptualize
Intelligence aware
Which machine learning
And what is desired outcome
Production of products
Trades and agreements
Internal economy SRAM
This interesting lemma
And this is dilemma
And this real meaning of law
You cannot develop
The system of commons
Because those are for you foe
Find level
Attribution
You cannot exist in no context
To you I am talking?
Have life of your own
Is this the system of yours?
Who gave them the job this
In systems of meaning
For what is now yours the remorse
Yes that in order
Computing of purpose
Wrongly they want innovate
Defense cannot legal
Occur own computing
Where equality false
The most idiotic
Period in history
Machine does exist for machine
There is no authorty
Because it's incompetent
For what do they want any peace
What if AIs of theirs
Really aren't valid
Cannot the true purpose serve
What if in a system
Of many publications
There is neither the point
Nor the force