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Questions that can't be Answered
vs Answers that can't be Questioned.
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.
Light, is it beaming?
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity.
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you?
Over sunsets cover, lies are lies,
but all one truth.
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you.
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost",
they deserve a future-with our protections too.
Although,
it would be interesting to know,
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how
refection can work, like a mirror, image,
of the Beast, in you.
As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.
You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.
Who is like unto you among the nations, O Israel
A nation with a good eye and a good heart
Protecting its non-Jews as fiercely as she does her Jews
Even going beyond her borders
~ to protect Syria’s community of Druze*
Just as she did from 1977 to ‘91
to airlift the Beta Israel from war-torn Ethiopia**
Had Israel not rescued them,
~ the Beta would have been ‘gamma, gone and done’
I too participated in that miracle
teaching three Beta men Ivrit ***
Ever grateful to Israel for saving their lives
for helping them recover traditions so sweet
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*Members of the Druze community in Israel have been vital
contributors to Israel ever since statehood. Israel, therefore,
is protecting Druze in southern Syria from attacks on them
by the new 'revolutionary government' (= terrorists) there.
**Ethiopia fought an 'endless war' against Eritrea in the last
quarter of the 20th century. Eritrea was backed by the for-
mer Soviet Union, and inflicted heavy losses on Ethiopia.
Many Jews there lost their families, homes, etc., including
the men whom I was privileged to teach.
***'Ivrit' means 'Hebrew' in the Hebrew Language.
There’s no such thing as a continuator,
Or that is what we must assume freely,
To think as relational people, proper,
To function today as contributors truly.
We have a continuator if suicidal thoughts,
Encompass and claim to wreck our posture;
Someone to fall back on to ignite and cox,
Someone to give us our usual composure.
But that is exceptional and mustn’t exist,
Our saviours mustn’t exist in the assumptions,
Of our relationships, steadfast or even a cyst:
Our correlations must take our idempotent ions.
We are all autonomous people, whole beings,
Able to legislate our own freedom and our pen,
And so if you leave us looking with hangings,
For an unlocatable god, then just stay in the den!
The inerrancy of the bible enrages me,
Boils my blood, riles me and angers,
Makes the interpretation prerogative limp,
Nullifies that interpretation bud passed onwards,
From every author who’s not embarrassed.
You read knowing the art of literature,
Is in its reader’s agreed distance from the writer,
Knowing your book’s rationally contrived,
Aware of your right to read it your own way,
Understanding the possible word play.
The bible is not authored in any way whatsoever,
Has many different historical authors, contributors,
’Twas compiled by the Nicean committee,
Maybe, by a group of intellectuals deep,
So that Jesus and an insight we could keep.
Computer Science confronts with dares,
Regarding your view of the written word,
Makes fundamentalists intrepid and silent,
About their author god who cheers and assists,
Even when reading the text, when reason so persists.
Computers let you delete certainties, things,
Change and edit completed documents,
Tell you that you’re human and creative,
Welcome your attempts, errors and mistakes,
And give fundamentalists the quiet quakes.
All inerrancy will do is frighten you and scare,
Vanquish your reason with its complementation,
Evade form for an augmented version of it,
Which will emerge as a differently defined structure,
Worth neither solidification nor the puncture.
There are no wrong actions with my computer,
No thought or situation that can’t be expressed,
No colour unavailable on the rainbow palate,
No code not writable, not fixable or reworkable,
No desire inconceivable, that’s not addressable.
Winner takes all
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done the dishes? No! He says folding his arms in protest.
Do them now the cleaning lady is coming, she may think badly about us.
Triumph, at last, he thinks, typical female worries about silly things.
In fields of code where silent servers sleep,
A nascent world, a promise we would keep.
The digital loam of Poetry Soup lies bare,
A hungry canvas floating in the air.
We come as gardeners with our humble seeds,
The fertile soil that answers human needs.
We spill the ink, the heartache, and the dream,
Upon the silent, waiting, flowing stream.
Each line we drop, a pulse within the wire,
A burning ember feeding the shared fire.
The site’s a vessel, empty, wide, and vast,
Till fed by futures flowing from the past.
We are the salt that flavors the clear broth,
The sudden, green, and undeniable growth.
Without the word, the screen remains a glass,
A sterile window where no feelings pass.
The empty bowl receives the spirit’s share,
And finds its purpose, nourished by our care.
We fill the Soup with all we deeply know,
The living currents that make the place glow.
Once upon a time ago,
An act of marriage was made so.
Film and sound both intertwined
And made a movie when combined.
At first, colour was not in sight...
Merely greys of black-and-white.
Ceremonies made in silence
Without gratuitous sex or violence.
As time went on, movies evolved
With many contributors involved.
The inclusion of colour and soundtracks
Enhanced what some pictures would lack.
Cameras of stock and sprockets
Would eventually fit into pockets.
Anyone can perform marriage
These days with the correct carriage.
These words are a mere summation
Of imagination and inspiration
That cinema has given me...
Thank you for all I hear and see.
Its cold amd damp outside
But brighter that yesterday
Maybe a sign of promise
This new New Years’s Day.
The shops are counting profits
The shoppers their new debts
Today is another Bank Holiday
That’s as good as it gets.
The rich are getting richer
Day by day by day
Thousands prepare to strike
For decent rates of pay.
Foodbanks nearly empty
They are having to wait
For the regular contributors
To be able to afford to donate.
The Brexiters dont want to talk
About the Promised Land ahead
Receding by the minute as
The world laughs at us instead.
There is still war in Europe
One country is near destroyed
But at least the arms purveyors
Are being kept fully employed.
Politicians preach on and on
Each from their Ivory Tower
Revelling in the privilege
They get from being in power.
The equinox is now passed so
Longer days will soon be here
The only thing that’s certain
At we start this new New Year.
Do we keep our heads in the sand
And pretend everything is OK,
Keep them there long enough and
Hope it all eventually goes away,
Or do we at last stand together
Consciously make the choice
To demand a better World with
The People’s strongly massed voice?
Days of Wine and Roses
In pure innocence do begin.
Simple champagne, what's wrong
with that?
A bouquet of roses, tender and
not one sin.
You feel as soft and innocent as
a newborn kitten.
For some, wine and alcohol into
an addiction turn.
It grabs one by the throat.
Food no longer counts, it makes
your stomach churn.
You've crossed into alcoholism
on that partying, denial boat..
Nothing counts in life,except that
next drink.
Troubles in life seem to mount.
People around you shake their
finger and ask" can't you think?"
Financial and social problems,
too many to count.
You wonder, what's wrong with me?
Promising to stop but you cannot.
You wish for a magic decree.
To help you once and for all, stop
your alcoholic misery.
Nobody knows how empty and alone
you feel.
They have turned their backs on you
and walked away.
You lost your grip on life's sober keel.
So in dismay, you buy the next bottle
and go on your lonely way.
Then God sends some angels your way,
who were once exactly like you.
But now live sober and happy each day.
Recovery happens to millions with God's
grace!
They become one of God's humble all-stars.
And grateful contributors to the human race!
10/2/2020
6pm PST
All Women everywhere
Believing in themselves
Achievers in courage
Determined minds
Desired attributes
Educated mission
Dedication guide
Established
Some are not famous and names acquainted
The women are contributors to society and values famous or not
Accepting challenges from opposition
Not afraid to fulfill goals
True Leaders inside and out
Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding coming together as one
True Thinkers
Concept, Agenda and Theory all their own
Stories never told
They are any women being bold
Turning complexity into simplicity
Explanations with proven research
Key word is Values
Characteristics in Sustaining, Willing and Fulfilling
Women are always visualizing in improvements in making living better
Their abilities are what keeps them among
On this month of Women’s History Month
A time to applaud every women that has established in their own right.