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"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude . . . "
Henry David Thoreau, Poet, 1817-1862
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I love days of solitude
where I dwell in perfect quietude
and take an interlude.
Oh, those sweet days of isolation
lovely alone days of my creation
where there exists no worldly temptation.
Oh those secluded days I love the best
I withdraw- linger and let my mind rest
I do not bother or care to get dressed.
I often stay just cozy in my bed
watching my bedside flower of red
letting random thoughts drift in my head.
A fiction book reading
perhaps a mystery that is nagging
or a love story meeting.
I close my eyes and fall into a dream
and I am floating down a forest stream
lost in hues of green.
Then, I pick up my ink pen and write
my words falling into the dark of night
until my beautiful solitude has taken flight.
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May 1, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My Beautiful Solitude
Copyright Protected ID 18- 1018-672-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Duplication only with written permission.
Written for the contest, The Beauty of Solitude
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Third Place
JUST A Salesman?!
By Gordon G. Gisser
Oh, really?! Just a Salesman?
I read manuals, trade journals and specifications
Go to meetings and training classes
Continuously working on my education
I study my craft to improve myself daily
I race to appointments to get there on time barely
Only to be asked to wait
Heaven forbid I get there late!
I stretch myself to life's limitations
Applying my knowledge in the sea of expectations
I listen and empathize to all the objections Blowing off all the rejections
Like sailing through fog and pollution
I'm always looking for the simple solution
To meet your needs, I have only you in mind I've forgotten my issues... I try to be kind In showing you why... it's all intertwined!
Then you realize I've got what you need Thanks to my patience, knowledge and desire to succeed
You like what I have, but think it's too much Do you think you're not worthy of such? Again we look at value, discuss R.O.I. I'm a parent, teacher, accountant, and shrink I'm a regular guy.
Am I Just a Salesman?! Pushy, boring, selfish? I think not! I could share a lifetime of stories with you on the spot! I sacrifice my time and fun things to do I do this for me, my family, my company and for you!
So, who are you to say "Just a Salesman" anyway? JUST A SALESMAN?! Yeah... Sure... OK... Right. So, what are you? Do you have a clue?!
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The conception of computer science leads us to believe,
That the possible digital world inside we should leave;
When augmented with medicine and live, artificial arms,
The human-robot may raise many loud alarms.
A world of vast computer space with such dangerous functions,
Ackermann would quake at such duplication gumption;
To be able to copy yourself, to many times self-indulge,
Makes others avoid your egotistical, delusional bulge.
One tablet: Red or Blue? New life or your mundane existence?
But the journey only validates relationships normal with persistence;
Technology is carved by your own mind which has a kind superior,
Who knows your limits, understandings and warm interior.
Spatial transportation must be used for good and love,
The digital space does not give integrity the shove;
It’s our invention and must be bound by righteous laws,
To forbid its abuses and imprison peodophile flaws.
Muscles flex for good, healthy, and liberating computing,
Your friendships, interests and creativity are for routing;
Popularity, commendation and consolations are in store,
For your happenings, occasions and scares which mean more.
Echoes reverberate unsafe and
unsound through history and
the foreground of the past
A mimeograph taking its
toll unless we remember
Trumped up charges send
shockwaves through disunited
states defend and deny
a holocaust to come
A third Reich facsimile globalises
from Pentagons of evil turns
duplication into ‘fascimile’ while
Donald marches in step with brown
shirts and black shirts as a mesmerised
world walks head on into yet another disaster
Now is the time to echo-graph our mores
and moral remnants and stand up for
humanity in civil disobedience for not
to be lulled into a discordant lullaby of
nightmares of ignorance and demise
31st January 2017
of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as average.
this chap neither exalts in arrogance, haughtiness, orneriness...nor does emasculate, humiliate, lacerate...his being.
tis modesty i strive for despite the (all to quick to judge via initial virtual impression) predicated on my predilection to populate poems (and/or prose) with ponderous pedantic particular pun dit tree.
I see that I am just One Thought.
God’s image – the very core
at the center of the center;
nothing spinning off into endless supposition.
Nothing branching, leafing or imagining.
No platforms of consciousness, realms,
no parallel dimensions, no other existing,
no stasis, no fleeting.
No conditioned realities, no division of reality.
No conditioned creation – therefore create,
no multiplication, no duplication or variation,
therefor understand all differences
and enjoy.
Not these words, no yesterday, no tomorrow,
no today.
No being, no nonbeing.
Not two,
nothing excluded, nothing separate,
just this singularity – absolutely
empty of condition.
One seed thought – just one.
Be like a black bird that shines
in a dark featureless night,
knowing you are
all that is, was and ever can be.
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She.
Serenity’s relief adheres to alabaster sleep from the rivers own pale fruit.
There is majesty in the tides annihilation that polishes cheek and lip.
A smile as slight as sanctity anoints reflections saturated, ineffable.
Not even her amused sediment mask could locate her distant shore.
She.
A blink gives birth to locked gaze that gorges itself upon the unblemished.
Possession thickens the surging blood that flows only for the unknowable.
He cannot resuscitate, cannot embrace what has drowned, drifted.
So, she holds him while he presses plaster to eye, mouth, and nose.
She.
Preserving fleeting pores that gape beneath the thunder of the adoring gaze.
Seraphic visage is captured and crafted with his heartbroken perpetuity.
Confessions of devotion wash up on empty banks and sink into blackened silt.
Lonely as a legend she leaves him and walks silently into deaths duplication.
RNA or DNA polymerase, an enzyme, protein, attracted to
promoter molecules in the polypeptide chain causing a zipper
motion and transcription of the code, a duplication of codons,
introns and exons, and so it goes, sharing and unsharing electrons.
These attractions and repulsions, coming near and going far
in nanounits or light years, fail to explain things permanently
but make possible the technology to live long and well, with personality.
It is a form of governance, the governance of elements, elements are now
apparently our gods. Learn all you can about their laws, their names,
their needs, read their poems. Only the mentally unusually sound would,
given this knowledge, agree to the process of fertilization and mitosis.
However,
organisms go round then senseless via involuntary respiration. Therefore,
Pilot Oh Pilot Me.
The sunniest island,
with its Sea Stacks standing out
of the Tyrrhenian Sea,
shimmers as sailboats glide
in timeless serenity...
Paradise's duplication in man's heart.
Winter brings no drifts of snow,
only mild breezes from Sicily,
and the tourist is always on the go,
exploring, discovering and wondering
how this small island came to be...
when God stopped and began creating.
The sunniest island
with pastel houses perched on cliffs edges,
and ruins of castles and villas on rocky hills;
the loveliest island
in the Mediterranean garden...terraces
decked with common brooms and oleanders.
And as the mists vanish towards evening,
the quails are seen flying above, while the lemons'
perfume is hard to resist...the beautiful landscapes are revealed;
sail away in the bluest sea ever seen by the human's eye...
spend the starriest night gazing over its glistening waves:
a traveler's dream realized in the sunny island of Capri!