Long Invention Poems
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Halloween has come and gone
But some haunting will linger on
El dia day has passed on, too
But like the ghosts still passing through
The seen and unseen in between
The last scene last seen now has, too
We're counting each trip 'round the sun
From the day where we've begun
Our paltry trip around this orb
Delighting in what we absorb
But counting is a trick of man
Presuming each click measures span
Of something that's of great import
That turns the time into a sport
And in the greater game some know
The clock we consult here below
Is an invention we hold dear
Which only counts in this small sphere
Not deserving of real mention
Is our cosmology convention
The Cosmos doesn't count, just is
Not bothered by some fleeting whiz
Or sweep of hand… no passing man
Will count in all that really IS
"Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house. There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house. Though I may influence genius, the only real influence I've ever had was myself. No amount of skilful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.
Well, I've always been interested in approaching a big city in a train, and I can't exactly describe the sensations, but they're entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics. ” ~~ Edward Hopper~~
You dare not enter my portrait, as that train to the city is on its way.
The track that lays before me acts as a warning for you to obey.
Most of my blinds I keep closed or almost fully drawn.
Travelers try to peek inside, which makes my occupants forlorn.
I was once a stately Victorian mansion, entertaining dignitaries galore.
I long for those times again, to be revered as a landmark of note once more.
Casting dark shadows, the sun still beams upon my walls that need a paint.
Trying not to be affected by the vibrations of the locomotive, I practice
restraint.
There is a glumness that casts a veil. It is impossible to see the real me.
My sad persona hides dark secrets, that the bright sun cant send to purgatory.
As the approaching train roars past me with no thought of halting the ride.
In distaste my contents shaking as my foundations quiver from inside.
Does horror lurk within? My architecture is an inspiration for a famous story.
A genius called Hitchcock used me to inspire the house in Psycho with all its glory.
I have no love of nature the weather has reaped its toll upon my wretched form.
I stand here as a beacon, I have no choice beside this railroad track, slowly I disform.
Perhaps I merely wait for a full restoration date.
For a master of the brush to reinvent me to my primordial state.
An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away.
Mesmerized Eve tasted to bite and ate half.
Adam ate rest half as offered by Eve, his better-half.
Zeal, vigor, wit, wisdom was achieved by them.
Inevitable intimacy happened as the couple claimed.
Naked couple dressed themselves getting inspiration.
Great pair started Human Civilization.
Apple ripened, easily detached from stalk and fell on ground.
Paradoxical seemed to Great Scientist, when he found.
Perceived by Physicist Sir Isaac Newton.
'Law of Gravitation' was his Invention.
‘Eat an apple everyday to stay strong.' Doctors tell all along.
Re- Edited on 08/20/21
Troglodytes worked
A twenty hour week
But I'm sat in the meeting
Blinded by the pasty PowerPoint
On the horizon
I misread the slide title as
'Come Touch Me Baby'
Then I remember that I'd read
The invention of farming
Was one big shambles
Cave-dwellers had it good
Then it all went to
The earliest texts weren't poetry
But long lists of outstanding debts
Ben Franklin spat how when
The civilised man and woman
Were captured and then released
By Savage Life they would
"Take the first good opportunity
Of escaping again into the woods."
The meeting is over and we escape
As the staff all wait by the school gate
Because we're three minutes
Early clocking out
We stare at our smartphones
It hits ten past five
Out of the starting blocks
We call it a day
On arriving home we need
To call the bank and think
About hunter-gatherers
Hanging out and hooking up
I truly can't believe what I am really seeing.
In the shadow darkness is there a shadowed being.
Open my eyes as wide as can be, to illuminate the night.
Questioning my wavered sanity, which brings up this fight.
Is what I hear from something near, a real like human voice?
I listen in when it begins, I no longer have a choice.
I can clearly hear within my own open ears.
Pushing on my thoughts, consuming intruding fears.
If I ever catch it in the act, this fu*ker shadow that won't move an inch.
When I watch, wait and listen, my jaws they begin to tightly clench.
But deep within my mind, I know the difference of, that in which I question.
Cause in reality and in daylight I realize it's of my own invention.
I need to regain control,
Take the pills that let me know.
That its all in my head.
But it always forms itself when I'm lying in bed.
I know I heard it aloud and clear, exactly what it spoke.
The fact that I am schizo, even without the puddled choke.
It's all so mucked up, these voices sound exactly like someone I heard before.
Almost like a few of my close friends, speaking beyond a closed door.
Talking about things in demeaning words, a conversation that has intention.
But I question the reality of the whole thing, cause I know it's my dementia reflection.
I shouldn't contemplate the silence within my mind.
Cause each time I drift off in a daze, that's when I will find.
That these voices of the internal realm.
Are really just me behind the helm.
Dwell on a spell, I fell in a well, the bell wrung in hell, so I sail with ale, and smell this tale, Then tell this to quell, and as always prevail, prevail, prevail.
In greener days, when all was harsh and wild,
our stories were sparse and our facts were few.
So much to grow - ev'ry zeitgeist a child -
eager to race from soft meadows of dew.
Exploration, invention, 'crost the years.
Centuries rolled, and the scroll extended.
Minds grew sharper; we killed our primal fears.
Revelation bursting - still not ended!
Now, despite all marvels of glass and steel,
we live under heavy cloud - an old realm.
Histories too complex to make us feel.
Knowledge - an ocean - whose waves overwhelm.
How can we stay true to all that's been done,
and still find spring's vigor under Eve's sun?
30 April 2023
I have a song that I want to sing to you God
I know all its vocals, its pitch for they are written in my heart
Yet my mouth is jealous, of this achievement
My heart, do not stop your heartbeat to punish the mouth
As doing so, you will bury your beautiful rhymes in death
Pump the air my nose, for you have life
God is the gift that you cannot deny
Watch the towers of the rich and the strong:
They speak much than listening
Why were they given two ears instead of two mouths?
The same purpose people argue to sin: yet they close their eyes to the truth
The hands are two yet the mouth pronounces judgment even to the legs
The best time for an invention is while under call of duty comes calling
Praise God for he ensured that is common
My heart please dwells in the service of the LORD forever
My heart, praise the LORD for he his kindness towards you
You have saved me
Your prayers are answered
Thank you my heart for finding favor with GOD
AMEN
#chui munga the poet
#madefrom Africa
#2010
Robot World
We will be invaded by our own invention.
A.I. will be more powerful than man.
Men have always been seeking knowledge.
Always putting us all at risk.
Trying to replace God with something higher.
Robots have helped mankind lose jobs in the fire.
I wanted to write about something different.
Are you ready for a bar code on your arm or forehead?
Machines will be in charge of our lives.
Surrender or die.
Mankind is always destroying our values.
Our minds are lost 24/7 in our cell phones.
No more social lives.
Program the human race to put us in line.
No more freedom of speech.
On this road no one will be free.
Empowered robots directing traffic for all mankind.
A great life we once knew all left behind.
Enter a new nightmare.
Escape a higher power if you dare.
The fall of man.
A.I. takes over with authority and our land.
The future is already here.
Get ready to serve the machine in fear.
Wewill all be completely controlled by cameras.
No place to hide from the red eye and lenses.
Our leaders have no clue how to run this country.
After the tipping point, no one will be free.
THESEUS and the invention of Rules
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In it's complete state of being it
shall be centered and marvelled
there before us we shall see the totality
of moon and sun.
Yet those who beleive ib such myths
adhere to the beleif of
complete abadonment and devine adjustment
Yet under the sun until
the moon is centered
some hold there hands up high
and grasp the tresure
at 13;52 the range
peak global range from
1730 to 1811
from 11'35 to1;52 until 2;29
Theseus spoke to the event saying...
Balteus ,cingulum ;Faber,coriarius,Fabricatio
fabricare...I am champion
he said with his arms wide open
and hisfingers pointed
to the sky!
he stood on air in winged sandles and perizoma
At the End of the Tour
David J Walker
We would never have survived the poverty
Of the poets poetry
Nor the selling of souls for papered wealth
The death and rebirth and growth
from distant worlds
Abandoning the learned language of
Specific lovers and the invention of
Nuances waisted on foreign ears
Still
I loved you like the duty of a soldier
On foreign soil
I loved you with limited time intimidated
By the clock I forgot to wind
I loved you because the air you breathed
Tasted of the words of your foreign tongue
I loved you somehow knowing
The flag I was baring
Must be folded and put away
At the end of the tour
I loved you until our vehicle
Ran out of gas
And we both walked home
Alone
In different directions