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~~Planet Earth And The Oozlum Bird
There was a question I was asked - just the other day
Is the earth flat? - Well what do you think I'd say?
I looked out of the window, and pondered on this thought
A flat earth not round... but I came up with nought.
A flat earth maybe, but we could fall off the edge
Or is it surrounded by a great big privet hedge.
How can we tell from our own window frame if the earth is a ball or flat -
To work it out is my aim, and thats hard from where I'm sat.
The formulae for finding - the horizon of the land we can see
The assumption being it’s round - or spherical to you and me.
Firstly distance from the observers eyes to the horizon we must square,
This equals the square of the height of the observers’ eyes - I suppose that means the pair.
This must be added to two times the radius, multiply by the height of the observer.
Now I am getting a bit confused but I carry on with a fervour.
The assumption must be according to this equation
That the earth is a ball - so on this occasion...
I consider the planet a bit like - the legendary Oozlum Bird
If we go round in a straight line - now I know this is absurd
But as the bird ran round and round chasing its own tail
It disappeared up its own ass - have you heard that tale?
Round and round we go on this planet ball of ours
Chasing our tails sometimes - for hours and for hours
The planet is round and I think... not a flat earth
Or we would never have the chance to return, and laugh with such mirth
As we see everyone chasing their own tails on their own ass
We know like the Oozlum Bird if we are not careful...what will come to pass.
The roundness of a drop of water
keeps me stuck on spin,
no flat earth could wash so cleanly.
The moon could be hollow,
it rings like a bell when struck.
I study bells and their carved-out emptiness.
I interpret tones and their bongs
into words.
Last evening
I was distracted by moonlight -
it trembled.
Light is so much faster
than bells chimes.
Patiently I waited in the shimmer,
then came the deep and distant ringing.
The sleeping birds heard it also,
Owls spun their heads
like silver coins.
A thunderstruck night sky
intoned its obscure vespers.
Ears detecting, but the sound
seemed not so much outer
but inwards -
a vibrations of being.
The chipmunk
who had raced here and there all day long
stood as still as a tiger
eyes alight
in the burning bright hollowness
of that carillon call.
Trial and Terror
Tim had tried most everything else
waiting hoping procrastinating
meditation introspection ‘extro-neglection’
defence contraptions of all sorts and the
whole self-help spirit enclave palaver and yet
he still felt like a cadaver a rotting ‘thing’ of the past
The Universe seemed far away above
a flat earth and an ancient canopy
beyond clouds of neglected wisdom
He tried a catapult built a durable frame
attached a spring cantilever for his heavy
payload and ‘bingo’ off he went flying
‘This is it how foolish I have been not to
see the stars for the comets and thunder’
The sky was the limitless limit fast on the rise
Soon he approached heaven and reveled
in a wondrous tarpaulin embracing for shelter
well that’s what he thought as misery continued
It turned out to be a trampoline suspended
upside down or downside up a matter of mat
bouncing him back to where he had come from
‘They’ had not spoken of a yo-yo in the manual
another promise unfulfilled but at least he was
moving bouncing back and forth ‘til he crashed
Maybe he concluded ‘I’m in the right place
in my time and confusion after all for now’
It was time to reshuffle the motionless cards
Tarot told him that the Hermit needs to be there
for a purpose and the Hanged Man is only a metaphor
for outliving what was and a sign for quieting change
He dug a (w)hole in the frozen ground cemented
his feeble foundation and from that a buried base
put earth onto earth and constructed a causeway
The days pass in a haze of ignorance
Even your closest friend may leave to follow sheep
I could spend years trying to give this topic proper cited coordinates.
But does the new generation know the Dewey decimal system
Or would they look to the sky and a modern carl Sagan to point out the Dewey constellation
In a time of resurgence of things long ago solved
Flat earth , vaccination acceptance for greater good
And a village of idiots instead of a village idiot
The fate of our society seems deserving at times
Tho the reasons are many the foundation is but one truth
That the building blocks of separation, deception, control and acceptance is zoned.
And all I said up until this point with tact and cuth
Is all said in profound depth in the following parable with a empathetic tone:
The problem with the world today
Is there are to many belief based facts
And there are not enough fact based beliefs
Kindly
Shawn Gorsick
Do you believe that Earth is flat?
There's no way that this can be true.
Flat things have an edge
no fences, no walls.
This silliness does not make sense!
The moon and the sun are both round.
Technology shows planets spin!
In the olden years,
a flat Earth seemed safe.
No proof then, of what we know now.
These days, in our prime modern times
spaceships send back data that show
detailed photos that
cannot contradict!
Plain as black and white, Earth is round.
Don't believe? Then take a spin on
a round-the-world giant cruise ship.
Full circle you'll ride
an East to West loop-
and from the Earth you will not fall!
Hoop-la! Hoop-la! Polio is back in town.
And it is sick of being silent
With all the other viruses around.
It wants some humans to infect
To gain back some respect.
Covid and monkeypox, you better watch out
Ebola, Marburg, Tuberculosis, and AIDS too.
Polio is nothing to scoff about
It will paralyse little children
and put you in an iron lung den
What has become of this world that has been?
Oh don't worry Ms Daisy
They will find a new mRNA vaccine
And inject everyone like crazy
While the people are still covid hazy
The media will pump the narrative
The vaccines are safe and effective
They will sell it so creatively
With lies and propaganda
If you don't agree it will be slander
The doctors with happily oblige
Stick out your arm and stick in the jab
and pretend nobody has died
They'll collect their money
It will all look nice and sunny
Hoop la! Hoop la! The vaccine don't work
Oh shut them up, shut them up
They are conspiracy and flat-earth jerks
We're thinning out the population
We will soon have a better nation
And while we are at it
Let's do another Great Reset
and make everyone a digit
The WEF aristocrats know what they are doing
This is something they have had brewing.
Black hoods have replaced white ones
but it's the same old game
quieting tongues-intimidating
to get their way-the only way
burning cities cloaking hate...
swinging bats at ghosts
leaky boats without sails
drifting toward the edge
of flat earth minds..
One day the black hoods
will be wearing suits and ties
scribing laws into youth's restless minds.
Pitchforking them into bales of death
reasoning away their bloody past
gorging and purging on oil
waxing bikini lines and sports cars.
Once a hell-bent 8-ball
now the pillar of a gated community
cracking the blinds
afraid the green hoods
are going to steal their comfort
expose the last scent of their wild.
All men are created equal
All men are women in the womb
With babies born inside their minds
Delivered in flight by penguin equity
All women are men with inverted appendages
Who have pronouns instead of names
Amazon drops off packages at their doorsteps
On purpose, special deliveries
At the end of the flat Earth streets
No matter what gender you are
You are a pregnant superstar
Companies come in the morning to give birth
Not to Jesus but to rainbow coalitions
On the condition that you step outside yourself
Follow them to a world of fluffy stuff
Full of marshmallows, unicorns and Oreo cookies
Oreo says, “Transgenders exist”
A cookie fixation, that’s the fix
Steeped in power, keeping the clouds at bay
Vanilla is a way to stay happy happy joy joy
Everyone comes in one size, supersize
One must keep an open mind to be woke
One must wake up first to be Woke
A condition that has no cure at first
Until someone gives birth on the sly
Not knowing who or why
For more than two years, we’ve been riding
a tsunami, now surfing the sixth viral wave
and we’ve all become amateur epidemiologists.
Hooray for MRNA, but variants keep emerging
and we’re all getting tired of the Greek alphabet.
Me, I’m vaxxed to the max, still masked
and was negative in my last test, which
is positive I guess, and though I don’t
understand them, I have a bit of respect
for the antis and that flat earth leaning
basketball player, who if the Raptors get
that far, won’t be playing against them
in our home playoff games.
No man is an island, but with covid and
climate change, it sure feels that way
and zoom just ain't the real thing.
And with the sea rising, I feel that
I might go under, when comes
the seventh wave.
Have a question for my friends out there
Are we sure the Earth is round
There's a number of clever people that exist
That think this theory isn't sound
Even with all the evidence available to them
They think it's a hoax or scheme
To control us peons to question the facts
Which are totally absurd as they seem
The visual proof is available to all on Earth
Heavenly bodies spin on their axis
To believe The Flat Earth Society could be
Still be holding to this madness
There is no accounting for the strangeness
Of those with this misguided belief
The proof lies directly within their vision
Yet this fallousy does not cease
a repost