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George Washington Cole
1827 – 1911
So here I sleep.
Buried in this dirt.
Covered in this earth.
Returning to the dust.
Finding heaven in the whispers of the wind.
And as for all my friends here,
All these stilled silent voices of Clark Cemetery,
We represent just a single sand pebble
Just a minute solitary dust particle
In an ever expanding infinite universe
Of shadows and scant tracings.
Travel to any city or town in the United States,
Or any sovereign country on Terra Firma,
And you will find the endless names of us,
The dead,
Who lived and died since the onset
Of the Gilded Age of Bessemer steel.
And those endless lists of the dead are nothing,
Nothing in comparison to the endless lists
Of the by-gone personages before us,
The past generations,
Who breathed and sighed and spasmed
Since the onset of Eden’s first heartbeat.
My friends, we are all so small,
And so minuscule.
Does it not behoove us to dance
Even while the music plays?
Does it not behoove us to be kind,
Even when the cruel day
Finally slaps us on the side of our faces?
So here I sleep.
Buried deep in this forgotten grave
Just a whispering shadow of a former man
Awaiting with bated breath
The blare of the last trumpet!
The reign of death will last as long as time
As judgment comes like bitter gall's wormwood
The candles lit will cause the bells to chime
Unwind its passing days that we've withstood
Silent in our repose we lay disguised
This ending to our minuscule of years
A Heaven's Kingdom, minds have actualized
To quell the fear unknown when it appears
We have no way to ever vanquish death
Disperses victims on its own accord
When life cannot persuade another breath
We find Charon's ferry and get aboard
The fear of what's beyond, its silence grows
The truth from questions asked is no one knows
10/20/17
As we speculate the clear evening sky
Iridescent with gems, which we call stars,
Alive in our hearts stir the endless dream
To unwind and solve the puzzles of Earth-
The unfathomed vastness of cosmic space.
Since time began, this has been our great wish.
Because of this strong and enduring wish
Our minds are forever drawn to the sky,
Where in the blankness of great timeless space
Drift all the planets, our Sun, Moon, and stars.
And amidst it all, our minuscule Earth-
Seems lost in this cloudy, galactic dream.
But humans will always anxiously dream
Of someday achieving this inborn wish;
Discovering answers about the Earth;
Exploring the unknown realms of the sky
To find our way among planets and stars,
Erasing boundaries of time and space.
What truths does it hold, this infinite space?
Will answers always be- vague as a dream?
Do other planets with suns as our stars
Have beings like earthlings who hope and wish?
Do they gaze at their vast eternal sky;
Know of our galaxy, Sun, Moon, and Earth?
Though we're secure on this great mammoth Earth,
When we contemplate the vastness of space,
We know we are only dust in the sky
And our importance dissolves like a dream,
For matter not how we wonder and wish
We are naught amid the planets and stars.
Gems on black velvet, our heaven of stars;
So close they all seem to mortals of Earth;
So often we stare at them- make a wish-
Yet billions of light-years measure the space
In between. When will we wake from our dream?
Solve all the puzzles that darken our sky?
Twinkle on, great sky, with your rhinestone stars-
Continue, sweet dream, for beings of Earth!
Eternal as space, is our hope and wish!
Coastline of the peat swamp is obscuring.
In addition, the shadow of a lone angler.
Water lilies turn purple as the sun is setting.
Avoid being stung by sedge and strangler.
I'm up to my knees in murky shallow.
In addition, the shadow of a lone angler.
Trout floated through echoes as a sharp arrow.
A crisp unsettle overlaid by blurring sunshine.
I'm up to my knees in murky, shallow.
Midnight sheep are hollering in the whine.
With the lowing of a cow from a distance.
A crisp unsettle overlaid by blurring sunshine.
Being on the verge of calamity is intense.
The space among us and our world.
With the lowing of a cow from a distance.
The delay has harmed our minuscule pride.
Coastline of the peat swamp is obscuring.
The space among us and our world.
Water lilies turn purple as the sun is setting.
Written: October 17, 2021
I was sinking and searching for humanity’s peace.
Hoping to find silence from worldly, negative speech!
To let the cool, kimd, aqueous, blue waves,
Remind mankind to please, oh,please,behave.
The minuscule , sparkling wondrous fish eyes
Studied me with awed and great surmise.
I wished to stay beneneath the calmness of the sea.
The earth I once knew, beseiged now with rank hypocrisy!
On earth, good morphed into evil, and evil now was good?
With my fish soul brothers~ i chose to live, ah, if only I could!
5/7/2024
A Travel To The Millisecond
One day while reaching within the millisecond squared
With innocent intent to take me there to study
An unplanned trip, a travel, unfolded
I followed the paths of past and future all at once
While frozen in the present
To trace them at the moment they arrived
It seemed like time stood still to feel the moment
To keep them on the side of philosophy and science
While experimenting with the shape and size and pure design
I became trapped within this zone alone
Only to observe the past and present coalesce
Merging one into the other in fluctuating flow
At first the past turned grey and solid in the microsecond
It moved in and out of sight in colored fragments
A split took place about the second within the second they separated
Both seemed to swirl as one
The past pushed at futures back
Future had no choice but to move forward
Leaving past much like a ripple on a midnight lake
I followed them to trace the moment they arrived
At their finale destinations
I could not give them directions or advice
Being a visitor from a foreign land
It seemed like time stood still to feel the moment
To keep them on the side of philosophy and science
Experimenting with the shape and size and pure design
I became released along the way with future
Within the time zone so designated, so designed as minuscule
As their home, there is no speculation here
Future moved on with me with proper calculations and credentials
In proper company
Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods
stricken with affliction,
sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(also known as ALS,
or Lou Gehrig's disease)
in the prime of his youth wrought
underestimation, vitiated termination,
targeted sequestration,
solidified rigidification,
rendered quandary,
per paralyzation obliterated,
nixed navigation,
morphed motivation,
marked limitation
kickstarted infatuation,
jinxed immobilization,
induced intellectual hyperfunction,
garnered fundamental fascination,
fanned fabled exploration,
devastation demonstrated
delectable declaration,
cosmological constant comet
clinched, chained certain capitulation,
brainstormed benefaction,
benediction attribution assured.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
his longevity (marked by bing permanently
linkedin, hitched, drafted
to a custom made wheelchair,
his brilliant unsullied scientific genius)
endured seventy six orbitz veer
ring round the nearest star,
though seemingly motionless, he freed their
ret tickle physiochemical insight
encompassing, revolutionizing,
and jaw-dropping, revelations
with mortals he did share
transcendent seeded plentifully
mental limitless groundswell
fed his fecund rare
if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated
(infinitesimal nook and cranny) force *****
lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity
bracketed with mar ching madness peer
ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind
(or a minuscule approximate near
facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing,
and discerning astronomical phenomena mere
via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious,
though processes affixed
with a visage mordantly like King Lear.
Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense...
Posing As Dystopian Rant
This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate
within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once amp pull goldenlocks,
now revealing a shiny baldpate
erratic behavior attendant prescient
intimations presage apocalyptic fate
while current commander in chief
didst unwittingly generate,
and sow the seeds of anarchy sparking
global conflagration that will create
instantaneous prime evil
total mortal kombat, cuz "FAKE" mandate
issued, when Trump went ballistic
loose sing rockets red glare,
when pressing hot button to demonstrate
thermonuclear supremacy,
sans 3D printable bomb
(albeit a moot point),
would render superfluous need way to late
to draft intestate
last (or perchance first, second,
third...) will and testament, tete a tete
perhaps minuscule (nee
infinitesimal) ordnance out of date
turns out a Department of Defense dud
eh, no surprise as aye narrate
finding Don tremendously irate
(blaming "crooked Hillary," democrats,
spongebobsquarepants,...yours truly...)
the list goes on, thus no need to iterate,
thus a sudden religious fervor gripped
the wide webbed world
attributing why weapons did not actuate,
which found pontiff in high demand
in an attempt to accommodate
frenzied zeal attributing aborted blitzkrieg
to divine intervention with bajillion
talking heads airing where to dedicate
material trappings to indigent, great
full not dead, plus those petty
criminals rightly or wrongly,
the strong arm of
lanced law did incarcerate
bowed down on daily and nightly basis
exploding huzzahs every
human did ejaculate
"not prematurely," where
all walks of life integrate,
a spontaneous international
utopian revelation awoke
with linkedin diversity to promulgate
protecting the planet took precedence
yea right Matthew Scott - dear mate
only in the context of this poem I did create.
Doomsday Clock January 2022...
the most recent tabulation
signaled one hundred seconds to midnight
A couple years ago
similarly titled poem I did write,
yet looms as harbinger unless
*****sapiens can unite
one non Yiddish speaking
Ongematert wishing ye
fare thee well tonight
before betokening apocalyptic sight
'course one must go about
her/his business - right?
Rhetorical question - yet
impossible mission quite
challenging, where one
brother grimm ponders plight
Cosmofunnel favorite fan
Katina Borgersen "poof"
our acquaintanceship dissolved
(think - snapped fingers) outright
regardless, whether...
perchance we ever
cross paths long daze
journey into night
met under virtual reality moonlight
ah... the mere awareness
of her existence
metaphorically found modest, mercurial
mellow male within limelight
oy vey admittedly one
rusty Ongepatshket knight
fumbling in the dark with
his unreliable sputtering jacklight
hooping aforesaid gal whose eyes alight
upon mine genuine words doth newt
coon sitter me laughable, nor impolite,
yet accept hard reality to highlight
and/or _ underscore delight
full dame online - each of us,
an infinitesimal jot of granulite
within vast cosmos given finite
minuscule time to excite
our senses trending utmost delight
during brief unique
deoxynucleic chromosomal copyright
til death do us part,
whether natural demise
or... huge mushroom
clouds radioactive blight
unimaginable nightmarish scenario
impossible mission to close third eye blind
webbed global haunting spectacle
mortal creatures linkedin to ill fate
including yours truly,
a generic, garden variety
hermetically sealed cell bit anchorite.
Uneasiness far greater
to confront atomic augury
than pernicious penury
which ceases within eyeblink
far more serious than perjury
nonetheless afflicting me
with psychological injury.
Personal finances pitted
me deep in hock
into red room zone,
shining thru the mist
story, yes I experience
quite a shell shock,
to absorb inconvenient truth
great swaths of Gaia
analogous to dead zone,
nevertheless, now finds yours
truly poorest, oldest, and nerdiest
curmudgeon goofy "kid"
on the chopping block
within Lake Wobegon
hard space and third rock
from sun as inevitable doom
inches closer as each second elapses
insync with inaudible tick tock.
I only remembered it for a minute second
Some dream bound for the black hole.
A minuscule moment it was
Slipping into the fabric of no dimension.
The actor forgetting their single stage moment
In the shortest act created for the oblivion.
Recording under my attentive fatigue:
Running! In a state of dead weight
Away from the fictitious villains of terror
Scurrying up the hill
Knowing safety was my mission!
But this destination paved a way
For something more supreme.
A lengthy field in the small gardens of a little German forest.
Apple trees lined perfectly, strapped to the summer grass.
The small garden sheds in front of me sat perfectly still.
The large, busy city straying far from sight and sound.
The hill behind me disappeared.
Now, the fresh dug soil lays seeds of flowers and vegetables
Covered with a thin white tarp
And spread extensively across the field
As it lays next to those apple trees.
A presence comes forth from thin air
As a squire to journey me through my next mission.
I became ecstatic when it began
A quest that would defy a moment of gravity
An expedition to resurrect the ancients
Bring back the minds buried in sand and trapped tunnels
To grasp the power doubted by modern animals
Seizing its power must be my purpose!
Whatever it may be, I spoke to my squire...
“This! This is the key! To a power beyond the concept of conscious. An idea so great, time could freeze. This here, my companion, are the Walls of Egypt and the Trees of Rome.”
Such a slumber now had slept
And an awaken action has arrived.