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THE QUEEN
Oh thee thou her Royal Majesty the Queen!
Your glory is carved in the heart of history
Your presence is a sight mortal men are privileged to behold
Your beauty is phenomenon envied by the king’s mistresses
The princes and princesses are here; but the queen has been there
You gave birth to all that have been and that is good
Your silence is enough speech to men of great knowledge
You are the road constructor; the bushes has now become a path
You made the colours in the bushes turn into beautiful flowers
You are so magnificent a royalty; your prestige is felt by immortals.
Glory to the glorified queen of the social sciences
Hallowed be thy name; Political Science
You are so significant in all your doings; recognition is paid for things not done
If truth be unveiled; the right things will be said to the right ear that listens
Marvelous is your name; without wings, you still fly above all with wings
Your foundation will forever remain unshaken; withstanding violent winds
The society is greatly indebted to you for the great elites you produced
With or without visible structure; you remain greatly invisibly structured
Without you in this chess game; the king is forever at risk of being checkmated
Political Science! An essential tool for national development.
In appreciation to the appreciated
You are the queen every other queen wishes to be
Without you, there is no more you; the queen of queens, you will forever be
Let there be criticisms; the words and actions of men can’t drag you down
So highly enthroned in your majestic throne; every other lesser being bows down
Honour to who honour is deserved; Political Science deserves the honour it gets
Her light shines brighter than the stars of the sky; illuminating beyond gates
You are the temple of knowledge; you are praised for your versatility
The queen that fosters unified excellence; you are the spring of unity
Long live the Queen! Long reign, the Department of Political Science!!!
...Lordvip…
D’ Poetic Beast
Morse code in my ear…that click-clicking-ticking deep down in my canal, even after I cleaned out my ears; it started after my Mother passed. It never seems to stop for very long. One day, I looked up the long and short clicks…my Lord! It was a message that actually made sense. Translated from Morse, it said; “Mamma, Harry, We watch over you; love you; watch…message; Harry.” Harry was my Mom’s only living brother, his daughter went across after that, in only a few weeks and after gamma surgery for a tumor, co-incidence? Now, years later I hear more frantic click-clicks; I must make note of as many as I can. So frantic are they.
Strange things do occur,
Natural phenomenon,
Often unexplained.
Mysteries unveiled;
Bringing changes to this world;
All life gets warnings.
The Zeigarnik effect is a psychological phenomenon describing a tendency to remember interrupted or incomplete tasks or events more easily than tasks that have been completed.
It slips, crawls, follows even. It drops
when you're least expecting it. It
barks at you, trying to get a bite of
your amygdala, forcing it to resort to
mediums uncanny. The incomplete
to-do list, handing on my wall, shouting
at me, calling me names. The
incomplete to-do list, sleeping next to
me in my bed forcing me to look at it,
embrace it, acknowledge its presence.
It lurks in the background of your life.
Calls you names, bends you in positions
you're not accustomed to. The incomplete
To-do list, making faces at you, holding
you and not letting you go. The back pain,
the pain in your limbs, the pain in the heart,
the head- I want to rip it off. Rip this feeling,
my brain, my heart.
I get so bored and restless
On this walk that we call life
So I took up yodel lessons
Now I yodel out in rhyme
So sit back my friend and relax
As we have ourselves some fun
In what I hope is the first of many
In a long line of yodel poems to come
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee!
It'll get your ears a flapping
So hang on tightly to those lobes
As your knees begin a knocking
With the tapping of the toes
I know you must be thinking
As far as poems and yodels go
It's the perfect combination
Yodel-Ay, Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo
Yodel-Ay-Ee!
What you are witnessing here is the beginning of a phenomenon that is soon to sweep the nation...
Later in life as you are surrounded by your Grandchildren perhaps even your Great Grand Children and they ask you to tell them of the good old days you can explain to them about the time you remember when there was only ONE Yodel Poem. They may find it hard to believe my friend but you and I both know the truth...
Welcome to the beginning of Yodel Poem HISTORY!
No need to thank me.
A sudden darkness veiled the world below.
Luna was defused by a shadowed sky,
giving cause for Earth to be wrought with woe.
Something strange caused the night to go awry
as a shroud covered moonlight's golden glow.
My pulse quickened at the phenomenon.
I inhaled the floral scent of roses.
Snowflakes drifted over garden and lawn.
Like a fairytale that one composes,
it was a magical scene to dwell on.
Stars were dancing around the somber moon.
The brightest ones provided enough light
to see them twirling to a rhytmic tune.
What a spectacle I witnessed tonight;
stars waltzing and snow in the month of June!
With drooping eyelids, I soon fell asleep,
awakened when dawn's fingers touched my face.
At the window I sat, ready to weep.
Of snow and roses, there was not a trace.
The tale of last night I'll secretly keep.
December 1, 2020
Quintain - Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Step by step the morning rise, step by step my spirit cries, things are not the way it should be and so I journey across the southern sea searching for a path to be free. I track through high grass and high land, tobacco plantation and soya beans farm, and I kept walking just to stay alive with nature by my side.
I could hear the rattle snakes in the bushes making strange sound that reached beneath the ground, with bruised bodies they crawl out of the bushes with vengeance in their head and toxin in their tails loaded with venom from the trees, but step by step I made it safely across the sea.
You are never alone when the wind is passing through the town; keep close to gravity on the ground for plans never work the same way every day, sometimes the sun shines bright and lights up the sky but sometimes the moon crosses its path and the whole world gets dark, and you are forced to seek company with the old lark and meditate with the anchor at the altar.
Come and sing this song with me it has everything that you need to set you free; I cannot give you everything that you need, but there is one thing that I know; step by step your heart will grow.
The shadows if the earth will pass and the universe will escape from the dark, mars will become earth and the moon will not just be a mental phenomenon, it can perhaps be a place where you can reside and explore moon science for the rest of your life.
Open the door and take me around the town and show me where destiny is bound. Pig feed is sold for a shilling a pound and there are growing needs filtering around but step by step we can fulfill the mandate if everyone gather around and lay the bricks one by one until you elevate me to the top.
Men of power agree to disagree and so there are time when you have to cross the turbulent sea. Review the plans once more, before you open the door, when I am satisfied, I will put my signature to it and steps by step I will cross the Ts and Ss’ and smile at the profits and benefits.
Step by Step I will make it.
From what she was in high school
to what she is right now
Some may consider a phenomenon
while other marvel how
I remember the face of the cool cool girl
in the class before me
Vanilla chocolate was her flavor
a favorite for sure I've seen
Though thirty years has past
there was still something to see
She was the woman I always knew from a child
the woman with ageless beauty
You know the color of her lips
and the mascara around her eyes
you know the shape of her cheek bones
her boney fingers and perfect smile
There is a beauty that we call elegant
often found on wedding days
but rarely doe's this elegance
grace our wrinkles and grays
Yet I still wondered where she came from
this woman of grey delight
Always high maintainence
always someone's wife
But how shall I describe her
this woman that I know
The immortal beauty that took others places
Others that were there before she showed
Destiny is a force that cannot be stopped
The place where she is that awe and shocked
time is a blessing depending on how it's spent
But beauty is a lesson testing the bearer
and the one to whom beauty was sent
Though I speak of thousands of women
there is one that looks the best
The queen of all the goddesses
for whom there is no contest
The woman I see is timeless
she hasn't always been the rage
But now that she's past fifty
she wears the beauty of that age
But looking past the beauty
is the life you may not see
The horrors of real life
hidden by ones fantasies
When makeup is mostly for mirrors
and not the world outside
Beauty is only a mask
and compliments sooth the pride
The shell of forbidden beauty
hidden by an unattainable goal
And yet this untamed beauty
may posess a lonely soul
And life may hold larger things
than we could ever imagine
But what can be more beautiful
than this wonderful distraction.
Form:
Saddle your horse and get ready for the ride; this will be your final day before you take off to the sky, the weather is too dry over here and we have nothing more to share; I have to reserve what I have for the others living over there.
Come and stir the pot with me and walk with me through hills and valleys, we will survey the vast landscape, lofty mountains and fine river bed. You will observe where the skyline meets with the earth and where the river is washing away the dirt, and then you will understand what I have been telling you all along.
Saddle your horse and come with me, I will take you through the route that leads to the top of the mountain and you will see the optical phenomenon that is baked beneath the earth giving rise to a meteorological vision.
I can see streams of light parachuting from the earth , carving out a circular spectrum in the sky with multi-colored dyes spreading all over the sky. It meets with steep slopes interfacing the earth and refracting around the slopes.
Saddle your horse and come with me, I will take you to the corner store
And show you why poor people are always asking for more. The cost of goods and service are real and grocers have to work out their own deal, a pint of oil is sold in plastic bags and thin slice of cheese is all that they have. The backs of chicken makes good curry and the necks of turkey is poor people’s luxury.
Saddle your horse and come with me and let me show you what life is like in the inner city. They are running up and down the street with guns shooting at one another for fun, the Don Man rides in with his motorcade and flick a sharp blade. He cut the box open and shower gifts to the whole community.
Saddle your horse and come with me, we will ride to the other side and you must tell me what you see. People are hustling and bustling in the street and men and women are dressed in suites and fine gown, their tables are laden with lamb, beef, lobsters pork and all the meat in the butchers shop, but wine, beer and whisky are pouring from the top.
The trees are laden with fruits and everyone is wearing a fine pair of shoes and they are dining in fine restaurant and having nightly party. You have got to correct this disparity. Saddle your horse and come with me I am ready for the next leg of the journey.
April
This month is the fourth, an illusion
New feelings, imagined perspectives
Lie, only dream, a recurring phenomenon
Nothing else, nothing special, trapped life
Yes, life radiates from the swamp, dark light
Swamp vapor is a sharp darkness. Dark sharpness
This is my April. Walking in a lightless landscape
There is sunshine, bird chirping, new greens, spring life
A bench is still there, in life, in my life, a loved place; love
I'm just sitting there, remembering the past, here the first time
Time, the evil guard, soldier of the passing time, killer of my life
Good to remember the deleted and destroyed theatre of shine
It is so far an illusion, it is so far this illusion, time got past
Time is April, but rolling film reels from the past, months, years, times
This bench is a time. The lake is a life. Names on bench. They passed away
I found them on my smartphone. Lived in London. Here. Not too far. Artists
Their life was noble. Man and woman. I respect their marriage. I sat on their bench.
Goodbye April
Goodbye time
Goodbye present
Goodbye life
Spring life, feeling
Birds are singing
Lives again lives
The sky is blue
Time, time
Don’t do this
Please
My life is far
Goodbye
"Tomorrow"
I put my hand on your heart
You put your hand on my heart
A tender plot written in 3 lines
Nothing said
Nothing missed
Nothing guessed
Revolvers shoot sharp silent guard
Piercing words are played like a golden harp
Love is no science
Tomorrow begins it never ends
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. Dawn Chorus
1.1
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dawn_chorus_(birds)
1.2
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dawn_chorus_(electromagnetic)
1.2.1
The electromagnetic dawn chorus is a phenomenon that occurs most often at or shortly after dawn local time. With the proper radio equipment, dawn chorus can be converted to sounds that resemble birds' dawn chorus (by coincidence).
The electromagnetic dawn chorus is believed to be generated by a Doppler-shifted cyclotron interaction between anisotropic distributions of energetic (> 40 keV) electrons and ambient background VLF noise. These energetic electrons are generally injected into the inner magnetosphere at the onset of the substorm expansion phase. Dawn choruses occur more frequently during magnetic storms.
This phenomenon also occurs during aurorae, when it is termed an auroral chorus.
1.2.2 Aurora
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora
1.2.3 Auroral Chorus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auroral_chorus