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Virgin Conjuring’s
If I were a virgin I would lock up all the birds and bees
Keep them in little yellow boxes in the attic
And never feed them aphrodisiacs
If I were a virgin like Sir Isaac Newton
I would do something good for humanity
Have an apple fall on me and explain gravity
If I were a virgin I would become a cartoon
Just like Kim Jong-un, of North Korea
And pretend to be human
If I were a virgin in a strange religion
Where sex was a sin and crime all the time
Suicide and lobotomy would be on my mind
If I were a virgin, which I doubt very much
I would probably have to be age four or five
Living on a desert Island with no women by my side
If I were a virgin things would be different
I would suffer from malnutrition
There would be no reason for living
If I were a virgin……..
I am more beautiful than the best English rose
I am educated to a standard you cannot suppose
The riches I hold beyond your wildest dreams
Victoria and David’s envy is bursting through their seams
My intellect high,My nose up there too
Looking on down from this great height, down on all of you
The Greek God of medicine - Asclepius
Would ask his mates "will she come to teach us?"
Newton with his new found laws on motion
After talking to me he would accept a demotion.
Galileo, attributed to discovering the four largest satellites
After talking to me he would not shine so bright
My head is so big with all I the knowledge I possess
My talents are beyond belief
The only trouble is I can’t get through the door
My head is stuck there and it’s giving me grief.
This is an entry for Susan Burch's contest: Ridiculous Self exaggeration, but I fear it has too many lines. The trouble is I cannot take any away because this is me....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay have relented and edited it to the rquired amount x
In the stillness of frost, the glacier rests,
Bound by the law of inertia’s quest.
Silent and steady, it clings to the land,
Until gravity whispers its gentle command.
A force unseen begins the glide,
Massive and ancient, it cannot hide.
For Newton spoke: F = ma,
And so the glacier carves its way.
Downward it presses, a relentless might,
Through valleys and time, both day and night.
The ice grinds rock in a cold embrace,
Shaping the earth, leaving its trace.
But action meets reaction's call,
As the glacier leans, the earth stands tall.
The ground pushes back with an equal refrain,
And meltwater flows where the ice once reigned.
From towering peaks to rivers below,
The laws of motion direct the flow.
A timeless tale of ice and stone,
Where Newton’s wisdom is clearly shown.
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
An apple a day makes you happy, gay.
Delicious, juicy, fleshy nutritious.
Choose apple daily for healthy to stay.
As a fruit an apple is marvelous.
An apple is reservoir of wisdom
achieved by First Lady Majestic Eve.
She shared half with obedient Adam.
Everybody will agree to believe.
Apple taught Newton Law of Gravitation
Free fall of apple made him curious.
Apple bound to fall on Earth's attraction
Apple taught scientist to think serious.
An apple a day, keeps the Doctor away.
If the Doctor be pretty or handsome,
She or He must visit without delay.
Leave the apple for Doctor to welcome.
This world is a wilderness
so dark and desolate
with poverty death and uncertainty
running Christless to it's judgement date
This world promises so much
castles and groves and music sweet
charms dissolves the vision dies
waking to delusion's cheat
Let us escape this world
so to enjoy peace of soul
this be done by trust in God
absolute surrender our goal
So cast our burdens on Him
living under shadow of His wing
believing powerfully on the Lord
staying close to our heavenly King
poetgord@2013
(based on 'when we awake in glory', a letter written by John Newton (writer of amazing grace) to a Miss P , august 17, 1767.)
There is a magic that, if we’re blessed, throughout our life persists…
a phenomenon that can’t be explained by philosophers or scientists.
It’s been around long before we were born and will be around long after we are through…it’s something you might find hard to believe…until it happens to you.
It can only occur naturally…it can’t be manufactured…or bought…and only after you’ve experienced it does it become easier to spot.
You can see it in your family and friends with just the naked eye…it is particularly easy to spot in older couples walking by.
Since, once experienced it becomes easier to see…
I wonder…if Charles Darwin knew of its origin…or Isaac Newton its gravity.
Surely something this fascinating begs for the expertise…of Plato…
his mentor Aristotle…
or his student, Socrates.
And what is this phenomenon whose praises have long been sung?
It’s the fact that even as our bodies grow old…the love inside us stays young.
That, even as we age and our actions and reflexes are slowing,…the love we first experienced long ago in our hearts and minds…keeps growing.
It is a fact we all will die…to think differently is a fools endeavor…
but love…once it’s touched us and touched another…will live on…forever.
Love has a way of defying time and space…of gravity…of origin and causation…
of never being fully understood…of eluding explanation.
And I, for one, having experienced it…
feeling its wonder every day…
am not only glad it is so mysterious…
but wouldn’t have it any other way.
All things have purpose and meaning within,
deciphered, at cost, by those of keen mind.
Surely, this dream they call love is akin,
with mechanics and rules of its own kind.
Evidence traces back thousands of years,
and billions today try their best to make sense,
of all the hopes and the joys and the fears,
that have made, do make, and will make us hence.
What we need is a Newton or Einstein,
who can decipher the shape of the heart,
then find the equation for which we pine,
so we have control o'er falling apart.
Where, then, is the soul to conquer the tear?
It comes in the form of an engineer.
Written 20 September 2017
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What genius is in taking IQ tests,
when cures for cancer rot, decompose unfurled
with Mensans and half-brilliant fools? Digest,
then, that with all the intellect in the world
these nerds from wasting their brains fail to graduate,
and lay aside their intellectual games
(like Rubik's Cube) than mentally just “masturbate,”
to never rise to lofty genius's aims.
If Plato, Newton, Einstein, Beethoven,
or Shakespeare had been content to misspend
their gifts away, then the world of mere men
would long have come to its benighted end!
Therefore, reform your minds, ye half-smart fools;
and test yourselves instead in better schools.