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Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: They didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
on a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't suck, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading.......
On this pale blue dot in which all man lives,
Take a moment to think what all this means,
The animals, plant life and all that gives,
Pleasures taken from all the sublime scenes.
But from outer space, it looks like a dot,
A world full of wonders and miracles,
Evolution working in every spot,
Like with the lunar nodes that push and pull.
A fascinating place to say the least,
From volcanos to tsunamis and more,
But the sun will always rise in the east,
With every ocean, you will find its shore.
Could one explain this world to another?
To us, we simply call her our mother.
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(Ten syllables per line)
22~11~16
Until Another Sky
We talked of stars and silly dreams,
of ghosts and ships from outer space.
Your laugh lit up the midnight beams,
I loved the wonder on your face.
We chased the storms and danced in rain,
shared secrets only we could know.
Your hand in mine eased every pain,
together love just seemed to grow.
You showed me peace in quiet nights,
we found our souls in simple prayer.
We traced the moon with soft delights,
and felt Gods grace was everywhere.
Now looking back I grin with glee,
at spoons we bent with energy,
at trees we swore felt misery,
those wild talks still tickle me.
I miss our hours sweet and true,
the way we fit just me and you.
We had to part our paths diverged,
but joy stays bright our love emerged.
Thank you for every blessed day,
for lessons wrapped in warm embrace.
My heart is full come what may,
Im grateful for your shining grace.
In some new life another time,
Ill find you there beneath the sky.
Youll smile and say youre right on time,
and moonlight pulls us you and I.
@---->---
Beautiful yellow roses fall from hand
Precisely in the moment of a nuclear explosion
Pretty mushroom clouds love to spread destruction
The ash pretends to be volcanic in its action
Lovely flowers turn in an instant to the void
Think bad thoughts of asteroid collisions on the Earth
So do buildings and occupants of houses
Power works that way on innocence these days
Was it a volcano or bomb or outer space invasion
Somehow it does not matter to the pretty flower
Roses once stood for friendship
Once upon a time with motivation
Before explosions took their love away
When things got out of hand
*** Devoted, Choosing to Hold ***
Engaged
By your spirit;
My heart to yours; my heart’s hoping ~
Choosing,
Not that long after we met.
Completely to embrace you.
And you,
Losing your heart to me, choosing
To commit yourself to a “hand-full”
(in terms of the creative personality
as defined by experts**).
You,
from a southern town;
a male; “ minister’s kid;”
curious about outer-space;
quiet; student; survivor; an
admirable man; introvert, but
socially generous and well-liked;
an engineer; brother of five; fan of
blues/jazz; witty; reader; hard-worker;
compassionate; empathetic;
politically/socially concerned;
fond of cats; caregiver.
And so,
Beloved,
I suspect you
Took more
Into your hands and heart ~ likely
More than you could imagine, for
I am nearly your opposite:
female/ extrovert/ Christian mystic/
poet/ artist/
reader/ talkative/ teacher/
sibling of one/ survivor/
- former - former - politically/socially
ballerina/ Cc 1970’s hippie concerned/
quick to sing but not always in tune/
now need 24/7 care due to physical illness/ quick to laugh/
easy to weep/ compassionate/ empathetic/
from densely urban north/ loves dogs.
Devoted,
Here, loving
We live; sharing
Our full hearts
And this day,
Into tomorrow,
Giving thanks to Abba
For blessings, and for
Inspiring this love
That holds us so
Well together.
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* notes — experts: Will Durant, Colin McGinn, Hildegard of Bingen,
Richard Rohr, Fr. Thomas Merton, Rabbi Rami Shapiro,
,Makoto Fujtimmurgay
ALSO!……when searching for the FORM for this poem, I looked for “experimental” or “avant-garde” but neither is on the list. .
(c) sally young eslinger 10/10/22
Thanks be to God!
Do you believe that in outer space there could
Be a planet with another human race
Are they watching us from outer space
Are they unsure of us and afraid to show their face
Do they see our wars and that our world is in distress
Can you really blame them for staying away from our world's mess
But what if they could help us and make our world right
Maybe they are peaceful people and have no
reason fight
The inhabitants of the planet could be wise And help our earth and like a phoenix we would then arise
The powers of our world could meet them and they would have a lot to say
But my advice to this hidden word don't come here stay away
Marvelous Maxine Hunkel, heroine cyclone,
With her amazing power gets anyone blown...!
Through her abductor scientist Morrow the mad,
With vast violent velocity she got clad...!
Her simple sneeze could destroy her granny’s garage,
She could sleep in tornado as though in mirage...!
She could dare the very Captain America,
As though overpowered by nude nostalgia...!
The offensive whirlwind she could, like wind-gust, strike,
Could be cool like breeze, she could also turn deathlike...!
Noh-Varr, the non-hurt, Cyclone could deadly damage,
Tough turbulently tense tempers she could manage...!
Hulkling, the sovereign of the odd outer space,
Cyclone could hit easily with her ace-pace raze...!
Though operations of Cyclone Cyclops could know,
He could be, yet, shaken by her dazzling deathblow...!
Beast, the monstrously dysderids Dracula dies,
Of Cyclone's torrential terror hits and fast flies...!
Daredevil who could brutally stand all alone,
Could not stand alone against lone flown Cyclone zone...!
Could Hank Pym defeat Cyclone by his pert power?
Who does cower, dour, glower, shower and tower...???
24 November 2022
Moon Knight Friend or Foe 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
THE WEST WIND
Blow you westward wind, blow betide,
Blow upon the western sphere, blow a gale
Rout the shacks on the range, the ‘scrapper a tremor;
Let wail the pine boulevard and the Indian stream screams,
Blow, the palm to bow, and matters to float on air;
And blow, by thy whim to sway the lives of men.
Whence, thou coming from and where, shall thou end
‘Less we come to thy base and offer sacrifices
To restrain thee and make thee honour our will.
Why be not visible, that thou be invincible?
Except thy howling echoed by plants and apparatus,
Like from a funnel, the emptiness of a hollow nothing.
Whirl then and Blow through the hemisphere,
Where the dreams of men pitch a watery globe;
Blow, blow down the poles, the outer space
Till they evaporates on the thin windy air
That man may lose control of them
And be swayed by life to where thou would blow.
Did you ever see a cow with a green eyebrow
Wow! Hope you sought some help
Did you ever see a llama, wearing pink pyjamas
Something more serious has developed
Did you ever see a fly with a polka dot tie
You're really need to visit a shrink
How about a turtle wearing a form fitting girdle
That would certainly make you blink
Did you ever see a bee with a sunburned knee
Should have used more suntan lotion
And a bear with pink and green underwear
Surely that would cause a commotion
Did you ever see a spider drinking apple cider
How about a bear combing his hair
Or how about a kitten wearing woollen mittens
Or a horse fast asleep on a chair
You may think I've been smoking funny stuff
But believe me that isn't the case
Actually I see many things that others don't
Think I might be from outer space
Out on the range and hunkered down
Been out here for a week
The morning cold the range is brown
Mist rising from the creek
A deep roaring sound behind me
I spin around in fear
What I see does astound me
How is a spaceship sitting here
Door open and inviting
I feel the need to take a look
I find it quite exciting
It has got me on the hook
Standing in the open door
He is beckoning to me
More regal one I never saw
Or ever will I see
A pinch to check if dreaming
I did not feel a thing
But the river is still steaming
It has got me on a string
Walk over and go through the door
It is like another world
Pearl white walls a golden floor
And curtains all unfurled
A cowboy sitting on a chair
At last I feel at home
But looking least like anything
Out on the range I roam
His Stetson more a halo
On his back there could be wings
My body turns to jello
As I realise some things
Relax and sit there just be calm
We need to check you out
We will be quick and do no harm
Of that there is no doubt
Alien to you may be
We are from another place
Out there in the stars you see
From deep outer space
We will make a small quick test
Now don't be so aghast
Then compare it with the rest
We have taken in the past
To see the changes that you've made
In progress or recession
For years now has been retrograde
That has been our impression
So cowboy up as cowboys do
We will soon be on our way
You will be as we found you
With no inkling of today
Mist dispersing with the sun
I sit there feeling strange
Out here where the cattle run
The wide and open range
Get to my feet and saddle up
I have much work to do
Why do I feel so shaken up
I don't have a single clue
Credit Frimufilms / Freepik for partial image