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Knowledge
Is it a thing taken for granted
That it has become
Underrated,
Trimmed of its glowing wings
So much that
We make as if it matters not;
Nor needed for our survival
Nor for self understanding
Rather,
We tend to take it
As an object of ridicule
Meant to be amassed
By those deemed as foolish
Or nerdy in personality
Where there be so much space
And scope
Available for fun to be experienced!
Knowledge, though,
Should it not be revered
As the crown which adorns our head?
For has it not been given to us
By those powers ruling ever so subtly
Upon us
Merely in a moment of love,
For they solely wished to see us
Bloom into what can be deemed
As human versions of themselves;
Beings totally aware of
The essence of higher consciousness
And able to live according to
The pulls of their tamed senses
At the same time!
when the box is open,
there is no real life
only me and the dipper,
and it may not be the greatest,
but the aim is still satisfaction
when the box is open,
there is no common problem
only me and the dipper,
and it may not go the deepest,
but the goal is still a good reaction
when the box is open,
there is no world at all
only me and the dipper,
and it may not score the most points,
but the object is still to stimulate the traction
when the box is open,
there is no clocking in
only me and the dipper,
and it may not have taken the most road trips,
but the point is still Pure Happiness all around
There's something I'd like Santa, may I ask,
I don't want lots of presents, just this one,
delivery won't be an easy task
so do the rest, leave mine till later on.
As long as you can drop her off by dawn
since I don't want the neighbours all to see
and start the gossip rounds on Christmas morn
it will make life much easier for me.
Her graceful curves are bound to turn some heads
she's cool and smooth, an object of pure lust
adorned with one shade, Queen of all the reds
mirror polished and not prone to rust.
Mankind has still not built a motor yet
as gorgeous as the '69 Corvette.
If I am on your naughty list may I
humbly offer some words in my defence
for maybe you will then understand why
what I did, and thus it may make some sense.
Inside a restroom stall at work I took
from it's dispenser all the toilet roll
and left one sheet inside so it would look
like it was full when viewed through the small hole.
A guy we hate goes in there every day
to sit and read, and do a number two
so pulling this prank was our little way
of getting our revenge,as one must do.
And the prank worked, for soon it came to pass
he used his newspaper to wipe his ass.
Now, nobody got hurt, no-one got blamed
it looked like an unhappy accident
but he got his comeuppance just the same
and that was fine, since it was our intent.
Let's face it if you read from front to back
it's mainly crap in all the newspapers
and he just added more with our 'attack'
and still is ignorant of our mean caper.
Santa, I know you preach goodwill to all
and don't like to wish anybody ill
please forgive me I hope that you'll still call
there's mince pies and drinks on the windowsill.
Just park it on the drive, and if you please
through my letterbox can you drop the keys.
For contest 'From your lips to Santa's ears' sponsor Phillip Garcia
December 1st 2017
Yo,
I got two titans,
They be fightin' and rightin' wrongs on the sharp curves of Nashville,
Equipped with expressive brakes,
I mean straight screamin',
Irate with hubcaps from 1993, for all to see,
They gaze and wonda?
Why one wheel got a different pattern than the othas,
Yo the 96 ultima, and the 91 camry, they be gettin' me from points a to b,
I mean my titan rides so phat, they go to the mat,
Pushin 55 and never brakin' but maybe shakin'
Yo, the camry has heat so my wife be drivin' it,
But the nissan, naked like Adam, it be helpin' me appreciate nature,
Cause ever time I turn the air on,
I get smoke all up in my esophagus,
Yo, can't dismiss, the straight bliss, of my sound system,
Yo I got 12's in the trunk, yeah 12 aldi boxes that I got for posterity,
Full of food, that I'll probably never see,
And yo, like at least every 3 months I clean my car out,
But the smell sometimes makes me pass out,
Yo, I almost killed a man, cause he got too close to my exhaust pipe,
Yo as I be drivin, I always get an audience,
Runnin' side to side to avoid the cadence, of my backfires,
The object of my desire,
My phat titans, be settin' fires, no I mean literally,
And my titans got fans, and cans of spam in the back seat,
And on my floor boards their be roach hoards,
And bold mold, remindin' that I'm never alone,
Yeah, I'm in the zone,
Two Titans,
Gettin me from a to be,
And soon you'll see em, classics!
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
CRTC Saint Sabastain --
Champ Royal Tournament of Champions
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
Too many accidents on our roads,
Bring in new experts was the call,
Money no object.
They soon signed up Joe,
Who was not slow,
For a sum they chose not to show.
He soon had them convinced it was OK,
For anything doing under a hundred K,
On the foot path to stay.
Soon Joe,
Who was not slow,
Had a nice bonus he could show,
As the road toll started to slow.
But alas poor Joe,
Who was not slow,
Had a car tyre blow.
Unfortunately for Joe,
While bending down low,
To change the tyre that did blow,
On the footpath where traffic now did flow,
He was dealt a fatal blow,
From a walking stick, that is now on show.
How does one merely object to corruption?
When all that would amount to is an exhalation
A statue is made to crumble
But a statement is eternal
I’m alone again
I didn’t know loneliness like this could exist
In my “home country”
Where I hide from even myself
The insidious sensationalist ethos
Entwined with noxious entitlements
Layered in chemical chaos
Wrapped in morbid malevolence
My lungs do not breathe hypocrisy
My heart does not pump oil
I cannot thrive in an idiocracy
My soul cannot help but recoil
I grasp my index finger
As a tiny child would cling to their mother’s leg
Feeling my own pulse
Like a calming rhythm of her safe love
I feel as if I’m living on a red cartograph
And the only thing I’ve had to brace myself
Are the very few and far between blue toothpicks
The unshakable base layer of toxic red
As contiguous and intact
Since the very first colonies of religious and racist entitlement falsely took hold
And now, even the toothpicks are purple
Stolen, my energy and love mustn’t also be
Transmuted into bombs and bullets
Tearing apart our neighbors’ families and erasing cultures
Killing our sisters, daughters and mothers with pious neglect
They shall not receive a penny of my tax revenue
They shall not know the warmth of my blood
They shall not earn a drip of my sweat
They will never see a drop of my tears
I categorically reject their normalized bigotry
With every single fiber of my moral being
I forsake their weaponized animosity
And refuse to ever be contributing
Philosephers have asked the question
"What happens when an unstoppable object
is aimed at an unmoveable object?"
Many years I have looked at the intention
of content looking for answers what it meant
wondered what conflict
could bring such an event
where only gods could contend
and cause a decent
stretching the limits of possibility
to incomplete
But scense gods are involved
it's not physical but spiritual
Some look for the word Imperical
But the word I sudgest is Empirical
All this just to prove
it is Imperical after all
A moving object can move
at the command of god
Being like a bullet leaving a gun
or it can rotate like the
earth around the sun
Or it can ricochet
without loseing it's speed
Be the shape of infininty
the number eight with a lean
So what happens when the unstoppable
meets the unmoveable?
The answer is they merge
The unstoppable object goes
into the unmoveable continueing
at the same rate of speed
Either in a circle, ricocheting off the sides
or the image of infinity
To some this has occured
to others it is unavoidable
in the future
The unmoveable is what God has created
The thing He gave to Adam. Job and Moses
sent down by decree
But He also sent the unstoppable force
He is the Messiah
for both you and me
And he will live in the immovable
forever
Octopus arm
circumventing mind
reaching soul
through media
lulled eyes
dreaming sex appeal
and riches
sleeping at a wheel
pulled by strings.
Women in clothes
designed to reveal
layers of make up
to conceal
with strength of men
fighting to gain rights
a life to abort
without a thought
as an object exploited.
Men likewise
in satin attire
urged to be feminine
when they know they are not
hiding grief
passing baton on
octopus lies
not daring resist.
Arise from the dust
with an eagle flight
shake off the snake
into the flame and shout:
We are not afraid
we are men and women of faith!
Love means
Never having to say
I am afraid.
Tenth Place: Brian Strand-All Yours-1/18/21
Ninth Place: Lewis Raynes- Modern Vanity-7/23/17
Close up, seeing it, it looks nothing like the object that it is.
Why does the microscope show the minuscule imperfections of objects?
I guess when things are magnified, you can see the individual disfigurements,
the atoms, molecules, bacteria, that are out of place.
But in a way, these slight quirks form originality and beauty.
In the same way that every snowflake is unique, every Leatherleaf fern
is different, even if they have the same chemical composition.
One electron out of place. One less proton. That's all it takes.
Every spike of the fern, every vein in the leaf, is the only one like it.