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One's Shadowless Moment
That which we embrace
That which we shun
That which we serve
Assimilation
Man's strange bedfellow
Remaining often long in the wings
Allowing shadow-light to become constant
Inviting ghost-like impressions
Enjoin one's timeless opacity of reason
Edification reveals
Experience rejecting idleness
Determined to share
Clover-rich bounty
Free of any fear
Sagacity being void of threat
As predators ignorant
Discover wisdom unconquerable
Sageness
Prepares its ungloved hands
To wave its alert
Ready to allow
Hidden time to luminesce
Discernment
Cautious to act
Knowing empirical reality
Must first pass through
Emotion's unreliability
Patiently pauses
White hot focus holds sway
Peripheral resistance wanes
Fractions
Equations
Formulae satiated
Acceptance invites convergence
Consciousness
Once in asylum
No longer struggling to be
Stands naked at last
Heart and mind fused
Light embodying darkness
Like the ever-forming oneness
Of sunrise comprising sunset
Birth ripening awaited death
Tears drenched her pillow,
When everyone sleeps in her villa.
Formulae whirl in her mind,
theorems threaten her like the wild wind.
She turns the book pages faster,
thinking of her strict maths master.
"It's all my mistake,I've wasted my days
If I get an additional day, I will go through,"She pray
She realized her mistake,but she can't ignore.
On the Monday Morning,she hears a knock at the door,
Her mom smiling with a coffee mug in her hands
"Dear,Have you seen the nearby meadowland?
"The raindrops embellished the grasses
and painted our window glasses,"
She cried" nothing enthralls me
and I cannot smile with glee"
Suddenly the clouds burst and it begins to rain heavily
News channel reads"Due to heavy rain,the schools declared holiday"
Her eyes filled with tears again but happy tears
and now the rain enthralled her...
Feb-21-2018
For silent one's contest....
Life trickled through an hourglass of hurt
Oozing not soothing a nectar of stagnation
He turned the pivot upside and downward
But the aperture never shifted its focus
Narrow and confined he felt trapped inside
Squeezed from outside and within the pain
A kaleidoscope of constricted reflections
Or a rushing mirage on a twisted horizon
He had to shed the load on his shoulders
Trim the drippings of foul shaped remains
Crash the distorted mirror into mere shards
Cut loose from expectations’s compression
Over endless time he began to understand
Surrender requested a change of perspective
And thus he suspended both ends of the timer
From the wild tree of life grappling for meaning
He seized the right angle and remained still
For a succession of a few tranquil moments
Mesmerized he cradled himself from below
Closed his sad eyes and floated above himself
The world flowed on its own without pressure
Began to gather momentum as quietude shaped
A constant reminder that outlooks may change
When seizing the core rather than flawed outlines
When he attempted to measure his progress with
Formulae equations and axioms the centre reverted
To the unwanted chronograph of crushing oppression
And reminded him that letting go meant not to hold on
14th May 2020
Clouds of the future, in the present day
Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception,
sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously,
as though by default
Majority rule is democracy?
But, the majority insists on immoral high ground
and is anyway
the majority manipulated
towards a certain tyranny
Terraforming our once beautiful planet
into a controlled
and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of
depopulation..
An envisioned pretense of
coincidental hell on Earth
Wake up sheeple wake up.
"Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here,
Move along, that's right move along"
Conspiracy Theory,
conspire against
pragmatic research,
hard fought-for, hard won
Government agencies
working in tandom with
and dictated to,
by age old secret societies
Owned and controlled
mass media oulets
and social platforms
enforce legitimacy,
perpetuate and smother
the propaganda and the lies
Censorship of speech eventually..
All freedom dies
Technocracy surfaces
as authoritarianism deconstructs
any and all opposition,
If you think you've heard
of this before,
sensed it even
you may be right,
you may sense or see
glimpses of truth still..
Does it matter that the weather modification projects
ramped up in earnest
from the late 1990's onwards
employing underground laboratories,
added Aluminum, Mercury,
Barium, Strontium and more
are bending, twisting and constructing
new chemical formulae,
for 'we the people'
to inhale?
Is this then,
an almost certain dystopian future
for their children too?
For and within patented
Jet propulsion, Big Oil
global system,
"Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along"
continued in Part 2 to follow..
That three-dimensional solid so symmetrical,
Suggests how life could be - understandable,
With only six faces, all square for equal sides,
And a formulae to describe what makes us stable.
This staple of stability is taken, unchallenged and assumed -
The rational is included unthinkingly in life’s plethora:
Carted to anchor that which horrifies and saddens,
And bread to float and strike chords which harken.
You can also make a cube into a sphere,
That circular goddess that looks like a globe,
Reminiscent of the earth’s fullness and dwelling,
With freedom, liberty and happiness so giving.
It has space, dimensions and co-ordinates,
And its tesseract is plottable on a graph;
Other polyhedra can be related to it
Its symmetry mutations of tilings laugh.
Understanding and sense derive themselves well -
You can't laugh at the cube’s skeleton;
Furnished, not flawed or gaunt by posture,
It's structure sits regally for exposure.
Descriptions are it's glory, that flushing realism,
The Cubism movement pushed academic boundaries;
Said that paintings can be made of shapes and cubes,
Which built a monument to reductionism’s theories.
That we can be reduced down to basic matter,
Particles, atoms, cells and molecules,
Is cubism's gust and enterprise for all,
Who gather so as to hear its paintings flatter.
I love cubes, and always have,
They’ve offered hope in times of despair;
Their eloquence and beauty spark with naturalism,
With natural life’s inevitable repair.
Disgrace
Aloof the satisfaction of my indifference, I identified this taboo that seem to chime deeper into the ears of my heart demanding the poet's write undivided attention.
I got cut off from the rest of the world in a Bamenda depicting swag
Tethering but leaving the serpent lair untamed.
With first sight of no country man problem, the Atanga's arouse and sustain the coffin man revolution and concur the name of colonial master.
And who could tell the contrary? When all you did was to brutalized, kidnap and terrorized the country man
To now deny and define taboo the same country man you came bargaining with and begging to buy!
In a usual manner of the 90's we applaud and witness country Sundays in renounce police murder And bogus uncanny theory of we are one and indivisible!
In slits of time and yet unnoticed, you purged those you marked extremists to the satisfaction of your Nkondengui dungeon.
Mobbing Bali, Wum and tagging Ndop with another colonial slap, you earned without need of an arithmetic proof the formulae of fear and confusion.
Like a fanatic of undivided attention, you repeatedly called for school effective resumption while adjoining a case you long lost even before putting them behind bars
Helas!
What a caricature of yourself you've made?
Leaving me with no description than a grotesque disgusting La Republique that need redemption and awakening!
Copyright DePoet 2017
Tug of war, Arm wrestling, Rope climbing,
Wildest dance party, all dressed up smartly!
Slashing water upon each other in the front room and then trembling!
We and the floor Sodden perfectly!
This is how, I stepped into my 13 finally.
Dad’s poised guests arrived,
Oh! We had no place to hide!
Looking at dad’s scary hazel eyes,
Out of the corner of my eye, I wanted to have my mom’s sight.
Mom’s cutest wink, was a great respite!
Jumping for joy, We sneaked out to take another flight.
Beginning of 13 was a great delight.
Friends, studies and fun,
My class room was perfect heaven.
We were a group of 7.
Hands up on the bench, out of the class and teachers criticize,
Punishments were the most honoured prize!
Passing the tiffin under the trench,
And then standing up on the bench.
No burden of relationship,
The purest form of friendship.
13 was surely my best of teens!
Stepped on 16
Life is now all about,education and sophistication.
Meeting friends just on weekends.
Me and my nook, is the latest trend.
Formulae, equations and theorem,
Production and reproduction, a big problem!
Why 16 is so sweet? I often think.
I have been on the fastest spin!
It’s the highest tide of the life,
What will I be, my 16 will decide!
I love you 16, You will be my sincere guide.
My maturity, My sincerity, My focus and determination.
It’s all your fight!
Probably it is right,
That 16 will take me to new heights!
I love you sweet 16,
Missing you toooooo much dear 13,
Forever you shall be my dearest queen!
TRIPTYCH EXPERIENCES
portrayed
surrounded
now
repotoire
recited
recalls
questioning
the formulae
to
stimulate
subjectivity
delicious
luminous
dialogue
in
bizarre
graduated
contrasts
with unbridled
shades
predominantly
prevailing
afresh
in sensitive
hesitant
scenarios
passionate
unreachable
role-play
studies
of
facial
splendour
in
lavish
concept
a
formulated
process
to
conveys
a
quiet relaxed
series
carefully
fronted
emphasis
balanced
precise
awareness
with
vital
counterparts
in
closely
occasioned
devices
** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)
“I’m not a romantic,”
you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine oranges
Or my bleeding reds,
To disturb your eyes.
But committed to staying, you added,
“I’ve never been able to wink either,”
demonstrating that disability as if
To say, “At you, I would if I could.”
Hypotheses and proofs, have
always linked
In your engineer’s character,
While crayons and ongoing arrows
spread out through mine,
Which, like our colors,
I thought were complimentary,
But now it appears you
might have thought
were just me being childish
And not about any inspired creativity,
from the other side of the brain, so
Alien to the light-green violets
On your side of the color wheel:
Where the palette of intelligence
has formulae —
Not unpredictable outbursts
Or random integers of emotion.
Once, you held me like the first
Glimpsing of a winking Venus
in the dusk
Presenting to all
Her prelude of heaven’s lights
To continue on through the night…
But now, paddling deep in
an ocean of years,
I fear that you find me
Like a flicking bedside candle
Meddling in your wish to sleep…
While some galaxies
in my cosmos
Have darkened
With my own self-depreciation
and decline
So like
Those stars
and dreams that have gone aging.
But inside,
My sun’s risings and settings
Still glow blessed
With vibrant, surging color…
Wishing to be held by
your morning’s horizon-blue eyes.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
The Complex Math of Living
By Franklin Price
4/3/2015
The complex math of living
In this 21st Century
Is all about the numbers
Don't add up for you and me
Billions of people live on earth
Trillions of dollars spent
To cost a million of either
Would not even make a dent
Such thinking is the danger
To see just what I say
Look around the equal sign
Does not add up today
Nor do the powers want it to
For millions count as one
It's not too much to buy them
With trillions it is fun
Subtract the cost of purchasing
A people or a place
Divide and power conquers
Much of the human race
People multiply like rabbits
Power needs so few of them
Attract a small percentage
Find the ones whose wits are dim
Make promises that can't be kept
To add more to the crowd
Truth lost in presentation
When the words said very loud
Convince them all to work as one
To follow formulae
Put the blinders on them
They will follow 'til they die
If you are of the masses
Check the math of what I said
Don't follow power blindly
Don't support them 'til you're dead