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put your laugh in check
because everything today
has to be politically correct
nothing is ever done face to face
human socializing is becoming a
dying art except in cyber space
everything is so matter of fact
as we mimic the images on our screens
and welcome the lack of human contact
the horizon seems to offer hope
but more of a decpetion, like a diamond
embroided hang mans rope
a future fortold by machinary and binary codes
artificial intelligence reproducing
robotic programs, inorganic molds
if you are considered insane then you are unplugged
and one of the many that the system considers
a short circuit a glitch or a bug
DEATH--
A disposed conjured up placement of a translucent spaced reality
Does flesh even matter anti matters unseen, unseeing angels fly
Action dying being killed ending life of person or organism
It's that spark you've got light I have now extinguished
My God, My God breath life in you and me
The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter,
Capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity no longer here preceding
Death and dead isn't non existence separation of body spirit
Origins life existence of individuals is... no breath life's death
DEATH is disposed conjured placement of a translucent spaced reality
01/22/19
For 10 Lines 10 Words, Free Verse 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Free verse poetry form only.
The light was heard
in a sparkling bang...
Something came up
suddenly...
Nothing was known
of colors, neither
of heaven, neither
of clouds,
nor water...
There was no
witness
when the world
was born...
Of a light broth,
became the thick...
The gas landscape
of inorganic ,
also became
organic...The first
face appeared
from the sand...
there no breath yet...
But a breath came...
Expanded... soon
another face...
The two now, without knowing
why, they were attracted...
Compared, and
admired...
The sun came,
the rain came,
came hungry
and cold... !
So the two
no further wanted
lose each other...!
The
imagined force is recast and concentrated into an inorganic
material.
Intentional,
possessing the owner's future with satisfying
charisma.
The
talisman, as some are known to be, is the resulting
changeover.
Better
days lay ahead of the object holders, who will be the subject of good
fortune.
Prehension
of one's life worth and outlook will be exceedingly
awesome.
Blithesome
accesses the favorable
heart.
Impart
the wealth produced, amongst
others.
Effectuators
are doubly loved for that
realization.
Fruition,
when done unnoticeably, is agape
love.
Hereinabove,
the exceptional natures are
emphasized.
Harmonized
beginnings are the effects of the talisman's
aura.
I'm walking through plastic trees
They hold up their facade as if I don't know
But they're far more real
Than common sense masquerading as progress
Their ever green leaves stand in stark contrast
To the golden brown, orange, and yellow leaves of their peers
So they stand up straighter
As if height makes them honest
Pluck a leaf and it feels like wax melting in your palm
Inorganic and intolerable it should be thrown
This forest is a melting pot of phonies and victims
Calling on the sun to decipher righteousness
Perhaps if one took a shovel and dug into the ground
The shocking revelation is in the roots of every tree
The roots of the plastic trees are the same as all the rest
Beneath it all we're all truly the same
NATURAL FLOW
To declare, begging apology:
Nature is the administrator.
Also sophisticated, smarter
than our science and technology.
Mother Earth held at the beginning
all matters being inorganic.
Only contents found non living.
Later life sprouted ! Fantastic.
Nature is materialistic
with measureless treasures: Reality.
Flora - fauna showing diversity.
Graceful, gorgeous, mystic, majestic.
Artistic approach ! Beautification.
Twined turbulence with tranquility.
Unbiased on vileness and beauty.
Follows unplanned process but on perfection.
Amazing adaptive ability.
Dynamic Nature moves in its own track.
Shows whims with right or wrong and white or black.
Holds super natural quality.
World runs, rushes in Nature’s discretion.
How to nurture, how to care and progress
Where to cling, where to mould, where to regress.
Crimson creation ! Charcoal extinction !
Compounds and Elements
It's painful to recall my so head full or rocks.
Inorganic chemistry was for me, plain, mysterious bedrock!
Luckily my chemistry partner must have been from heaven sent.
To me, with a brain made of rock hard cement.
Fires I started and experiments exploded!
My professor stared at me~ I saw his mind being imploded.
This was at Loyola University in Chicago,that's right near the lake.
I think I prayed at night for God my soul to take!
I was sure I was going to fail this course.
I stared at my student nurse's face with total remorse.
The day for final grades,so horribly came,
I figured he would fail this dizzy dame.
To the professor's office I went with my knees knocking.
I was about to learn something totally shocking.
He was such a sweet, short, lovely man sitting,
with a smile on his face.
I had the feeling, perhaps I would not be disgraced!
" I know how good a nurse you will be.
So I decided not to fail you, but give you a D!"
Happy as a lark,as grateful, as can be.
I went to our Madonna De La Strada Chapel, thanking the
Lord for sending this compassionate professor to me.
July 28, l2020
4pm PST
This is a factual account of some of the
best days of my life at Loyola.
"Ad Majorem Dei Gloria"
Me?
Me and another?
Me, my other, and another?
Me, my other, another, another’s other?
Me, my other’s others, another, another’s others?
Me, all others, a Tree?
Me, all others, all plants, a bird?
Me, all others, all plants, all animals, a snow flake?
Me, all things organic, a grain of sand?
Me, all organic matter, all inorganic matter, earth?
Me, all matter of earth, other planets?
Me, all planets, the sun?
Me, all of the solar system, this galaxy
Me, all galaxies, space in between?
Me, all space, present time?
Me, all of space, all of time?
Me, All?
All?
ME is always a part of WE.
MY notion of WE is limited by ME.
WE is the subject of Our.
If MY 'WE' is ALL,
Imagine OUR world,
And what it could be.
Excuse me,
but we are not
chemically reagents ...
We do not match,
we don't mix,
chemically or physically ...
Even together, we are two,
Equal signs, elements
nonreactive...
Among us, there is no
enthalpy,
entropy.
Utopia...
Our atoms
do not react...
I am salt, and you
you are not solvent ...
I'm inorganic and you
pure carbon ...
incompatible,
totally ....!
Bloom in the womb
Uniting two different cells
Into invisible human personhood
A pearl in shell of flesh and blood
A symphony of countless notes
Marching towards maturity
Silently waiting for the door
With comfort and ease
Soft like breeze, tender like dew
With beauty of dawn and dusk
The little soul eats, moves and beats
But does not breath
With genes creating a distinct self
promising a gifted persona
A scientist, artist, explorer, reformist
The lustrous life is all personified
Living in the abode of love and joy
An eternal reflection of creativity
An expression of unbroken continuity
Much before the times of Adam
In the realm of human existence
The beginning of a new song
With notes of trust, hope and resolve
Enhancing every moment by epigenesis
Escaping the pitiless and the pill
Treating the budding life
As a by-product of carnal entertainment
Continuing the journey from the organic
To inorganic world of vagaries and whims
Yet to know how to flirt with the world
The unborn is confident and assured that
The Creator is the perpetual protector