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Thursday, December 31, 2020 signals conclusion of latest leap year
Whether alphabetized, digitized,
homogenized, marginalized, satirized... place names
from "A" to Zaire
Thursday, December 31, 2020
signals conclusion of latest leap year.
The Pacific island of Tonga first
to ring in New Year 2021
glad tidings dispersed
celebrated at 10 AM GMT December 31 -
making tiny island nation
first to head into a fresh year.
Second to last
will be American Samoa 11AM –
just 558 miles from Tonga,
where locals and visitors
celebrate a full 25 hours before.
Earth's orbit around the Sun (year)
and rotation on its axis (day) where
latter not perfectly in line there
by necessitating
smooth functioning of Gregorian calendar
(also called New Style Calendar)
which did premiere
fifteen eighty two courtesy king's spear.
Ever since 1752, whence
in the modern sense
the first leap year implemented
madding crowds reportedly rioted
most likely uttering expletive
than "what nonsense"
reportedly riots erupted
courtesy chaos did arrange,
when England made the change
spurring some citizens
demanding immediate compensatory exchange
they get their 11 days back home on their range
from the government haint so strange.
To determine whether a year is a leap year,
follow these steps without Fanfare
For The Common Man
the famous title of Aaron Copeland air:
1. If the year is evenly divisible by 4,
go to step 2. Otherwise, go to step 5.
2. If the year is evenly divisible by 100,
go to step 3. Otherwise, go to step 4.
3. If the year is evenly divisible by 400,
go to step 4. Otherwise, go to step 5.
4. The year is a leap year (it has 366 days).
5. The year is not a leap year (it has 365 days)
How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica
without a melody played by the bearded deacon,
priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata;
there, the Viol was played by Angelic of Jerusalem!
For years, it was covered in dust and fallen into oblivion:
it missed the Gregorian music sang with sheer enthusiasm!
A humble pilgrim expressed his faith in terms of miles:
he traveled far in search of spiritual enlightenment...
not knowing how close to him was the resurrected Christ!
The Parishers with drab faces waited for his return,
they missed his soothing music that delighted their smiles:
they believed that Jerusalem was a city of little concern!
Jerusalem wasn't Rome embellished with marbles and bricks,
not churches built with white limestone found in the highlands,
those same hills where Jesus preached on the Mount of Olives,
and amid Jewish rabbis and Orthodox priests with long sakkos,
Angelic blended well and continued his pilgrimage despite dangers...
nobody knew his whereabouts that increased their unfounded fears!
Finally, a letter was delivered to the archbishop of Rome;
Pope Pius II in white choir cassock trembling opened it,
and read it to the teary Parishers wishing he had returned home!
" I have knelt in front of Christ's sepulcher and prayed,
I will remain in Jerusalem and finish what I've started."
Profound silence dominated in the Basilica illuminated by sunset!
Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree
Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express free
expression like... once upon time
innocently naive barenaked lady
Chatterley young hippy feeling groovy,
albeit (think psychedelic) swiftly tailored
Harry styled vested gentry
twills nonetheless seam, née
upon aforesaid occasion intoxicated spree
formerly honored when animalistic glee
burst asunder courtesy biological key
hormones thawing lovely frozen bones
buzzfeeding, delivering, exuding earthy
primal propensities originally
linkedin with Lupercalia
nonetheless, encompassing various
animalistic, erotic, narcissistic... needs ye
not not necessarily be apprised,
where altruistic festive folk would easily agree
to hunker down no matter
sheepishness prevalent within
wooled wide web re:
guarding Islanders at their homes
Islands named total more'n three
amidst Lewis, Harris, Uist, Barra
and several pertinences, all fertile
like lasses christened Galilee,
yet all known as Outer Hebrides.
Now really as one ewe man
misanthrope to another I advise
Cupid doth surprize
god of desire, erotic love,
hoop fully experienced
before permanent demise,
where mortals whisked no matter
sullen sensate (human and/or other) being
vainly, morosely, and futilely cries
passion play his trademark guise
plus tell tale sign tear streaming eyes
(think head over heels
lovestruck gals and guys)
willingly yoking, where
(of quartz) romancing stone
temple pilot paunches face
(case toward albeit point yours truly) applies
young and old paramours recognize
steeped within storied mythologize
as one after another arrow
(whipped out quiver) guise
nocked, molded then loosed
courtesy once taut than slack bowstring
bedazzles lovers with stars
glistening in their lovestruck blind eyes
any unspoken inapropos prurience,
I eagerly, honestly, and readily, apologize.
~ ...and the yonge sonne, hath in
the Ram his halve course y-ronne... ~
Canterbury Tales, Geoffrey Chaucer
Today is Tuesday, all day
but in the middle of the night
it'll be Wednesday. Will you
be there to greet the new day...
Perhaps you greet the New Year
on January 1, which is a new day too
Do you greet each month, instead
of each day -- in lieu...
The Gregorian calendar's based on
the sun, so why doesn't a new day
start when its race is run; that's how
the lunar calendar views it...
The pale white satellite, or semicircle, or banana
commencing its journey in the early eve
passing its weary friend, a fresh face for twilight
along with a 'hostess of twinklies' to light up the night
10:01
To expand the mind is to find the Time,
To explore, to see and play some.
Be the mysteries of life and see sum,
of the intriguing clues left behind.
For instance, "On the One" you can find,
A Roman number left in a line, at the base.
At the start of the step that defines the Ace.
One. And it reads....be...
1000 to the M,
500 Ds then,
CC on the Note?
They left some quotes to find when,
L is for Love, half and half from Above,
XX their kisses you see. V is for peace and
yes, I can see. How to be, this.
How to be.ace for the Pe.ace. Yes...
On the One, Day of May in the Q of '76,
a spark appeared, it flared in the mix,
in the air it flew, around the Earth too
and then it landed, inside of You.
Marked the day indeed, on a pole
put a ribbon, in a bowl put a reed.
Then get a bird and plant a seed.
It's Time to Be.
Freedom rang a familiar song,
recorded the day and called it Long.
We worked for it. Put a heart there too.
We built this garden to nourish you.
It's Time you knew.
MDCC so you could be aware, 1700
is the count in the air. Adding
LXXVI to the mix.
That gives us the rest of the 76.
A year we call our independence.
56 signed, in gentle One.ness.
Giving us the Chance to be. All This.
They left a CC, on the note, with a kiss. XX
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Illuminati (plural of Latin illuminatus, "enlightened") is a name that refers to several
groups, both historical and modern, and both real and fictitious.
This movement was founded on May 1, 1776
The year 1776 is celebrated by the United States of America as the official beginning of
its nationhood. 1776, or MDCCLXXVI, is the number shown at the bottom of the pyramid on
the American dollar bill, and on the tablet held by the Statue of Liberty.
July 4 is the 185th day of the year (186th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There
are 180 days remaining until the end of the year. Aphelion, the point in the year when the
Earth is farthest from the Sun, occurs around this date.
Wiki.
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Form:
I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
even Bach or Handel would sooth this soul of mine tonight;
a little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.
Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,
it echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;
I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,
sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes.
Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,
calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;
this music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,
I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself.
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October 7, 2015
Poetry/Verse/The Music
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1190-986-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 7 - Music
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
The Pope Benedict XVI chants, " Pater Noster " with a voice not so grand
while distracting himself by gazing at God's outstretched hand
that Michelangelo painted so well
on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
This is a Gregorian chant with music sumptuously composed
by monastery monks whose life dedication was to preserve knowledge
despite the barbaric invasions that they constantly endured...
they knew that their song of celestial sound would survive another age.
He is not wearing a tiara decorated with stones as other popes have,
perhaps it is to express his true humbleness towards God Himself,
that the power of a crown is a selfish manifestation of earthly power,
so on his feeble knees he prays for all, "Pater Noster. "
And while controversy about his birth and ancestry is absurd and unfair,
he's breaking down the barriers of prejudice and race laboriously...
although he came from a nation that conquered and slaughtered without pity;
let us join this selfless servant of our merciful God by chanting, " Pater Noster. "
Before the almightiness of the delighted Creator with " Pater Noster qui es in caelis, "
he displays his devotion for Him and admiration for the artistic hands of tireless bone
that embellished the ceiling of the Sacellum Sixtinum: a gem of the Renaissance;
Rome is in constant transformation, and here Pope Benedict XVI lays another stone.
English translation: Pater Noster qui es in caelis:
Our Father who art in Heaven
Sacellum Sixtinum: Sistine Chapel
April's roses scent inebriates every sense
below the Gothic cathedral
cardinals doze
draping their wings over
evergreen plants
foreshadowing a cool sunset
griffins guard the bell-tower
hampering the intruders
inflicting fear on the jackals
jaundiced they hide into a jalopy
kapok is soft as cotton
ladybugs allow no sleep
manifesting vulgar wit
nibbling on naugat
oblitaring any sweetness
prie-dieu is her comfort
quickning my understanding
ravishing the merry opus
shedding light on her faith
tending toward forgiveness
unquestionable in its promise
verboten to dishonor it
wimple as sworn devotion
xenophobe not permitted
yodeling is immense praise
zither plays a Gregorian chant
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
The First Day of the Last Month
By Franklin Price
12/01/2019
It's the first day of the last month
Of the last year that's a teen
For the twenty first of centuries
Since Christ was on the scene
This month on the twenty-fifth
We celebrate his holy birth
God sent him here to die for us
His only son, defined our worth
Christ was born in a manger
In a stable for the stock
The shepherds were out in the fields
Attending to their flock
The little town was Bethlehem
With a shining star above
To guide the wise men to that place
Of God's eternal love
Fast forward to his teen age years
Two thousand years ago
The Gregorian calendar, that we use
Tells the world that this is so
He frequented the temples
Taught a wise forgiving god
As the eldest, raised his family
When Joseph's death gave him the nod
Women were attracted
Wanted Jesus in their life
He chose a life of abstinence
Would not take any for his wife
As he was turning twenty
No turning back, he would not bend
We honor, once again his birth
As this year comes to an end
Sleeping, sinking REM deep,
I discerned a hidden cloud break, an ethereal window
nestled among towering, billowing nebulae.
There, spread a vibrancy, a resonance, a resplendence.
Everything shimmered, emitting and reflecting
a golden layered bliss of light.
Was this Christian Heaven, Muslim Jannah, Greek Elysium,
or Buddhist luminous mind, I could not say.
Somehow, my life force, my Yin and Yang, connected,
floating freely, I entered winding, harmonic corridors,
echoing mantras, melding with Gregorian chants.
Soon, I drifted into an immense sanctuary,
a glowing temple, both synagogue and cathedral,
both mosque and mandir, both vihara and guan.
Here, I sensed a great conversation,
a deep exchange of converging consciousness.
Here is where Jesus met Buddha,
Where Moses met Muhhamad,
Where Krishna met Lao Tsu,
Where Carl Jung met Sri Aurobindo.
Here I watched Ramdas with Thoreau,
Tagore with Whitman,
Mother Teresa and Kahlil Gibran,
Mahatma Gandhi and Dorothy Day.
This was holy clarity and sacred, tranquil love.
A sumptuous showering, a gleaming joy,
the Quaker’s inward light of the Biblical,
the Sufis’ luminous vision of the Quranic,
the Hindu Moksha from the ancient Vedas.
But I was just a paltry apprentice,
A novice soul of experience - with unfinished karma.
Yet, in a rhapsody, I awakened
to a wondrous unity of being!