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REFLECTION
I'm left, now staring into the mirror's reflection
A face, showing the merest hint of resignation
What is to be, will be, as others may have said
Moving forward to tomorrow with a heavy tread
Securing the day's agenda without reservation
Uncaring of any real or imagined imperfection
But can silvered glass really see me deep inside
As it has no intelligence, memory nor perception
All it can do is reflect one's innermost thoughts
Realising it's much more than ones and noughts
It can be no more than merely a true reflection
With no sensitivity to a viewer's shame or pride
It does reverse the image seen, from left to right
We've no control over the way lightwaves travel
But its main contribution is to the way we think
Hoping that the image survives when we blink
But modern physics can make all of this unravel
Yet we all should be grateful for our gift of sight
WAITING FOR THE NIRVANA
Physical world runs on the mandate of physics
Controls the levers of life’s complex dynamics,
Every action has equal and opposite reaction.
Don’t follow the axiom, you become your relics.
Spread love if you don’t want to be hated,
See beauty in everything God has created,
Empathy will flow unlimited from your heart,
Your karma will give you inner bliss unabated.
On the pages of Geeta preached thus Lord Krishna:
Act unattached on the dictate of ordained karma
You’ll face life unruffled equally in joy and sorrow,
For you’re only an actor in the creator’s drama.
Captive soul unliberated, you come again and again,
Tolerate in repeated lives the agony and the pain.
Glow your karmic existence in the spiritual light,
You won’t wait long for the eternal nirvana to attain.
April 27, 2018.
There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!
Love is the Glue that keeps atoms from flying off together,
And ordinary people know, but don’t know how to tell you
That something magical’s at work, some Godly kind of Weather;
‘O! Love, if you were just a CAT, why THEN, we could just bell you!’
What makes Love so impossible? So hard, and so mysterious
To well define? (I cannot say, the thought makes me delirious!)
And yet, there must be some small way in which our sacrifices
… suffice to bring Peace, Nearness, and to thwart evil devices?
There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘Love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!
*I have created a word, and afterward, justified its creation and use. ‘Sully’ H.W. Bush is a service dog, whose picture went viral, when he laid down next to his former owner’s coffin. Many were touched by his demonstration, and so, perhaps there IS such a thing as ‘Sully’ Love! ;-)
(“Shadow Puppet”, 2023, original encaustic)
The wise ones, who’ve figured out the basic rules
Of physical reality, tell us that for every action
There is an equal and opposite reaction.
I don’t know about you, but this terrifies me.
I’ve spent my whole life trying
To figure out and be myself,
At least after those brief childhood years
When no trying is involved,
And this means looking for what’s real
And wanting to be kind and good
And figuring what love and truth and beauty really is.
Thinking about that basic law of motion now
It hits me like a tsunami;
If I’ve been doing the best I can in life
What have I actually been creating?
What “equal and opposite reaction”
Have I actually caused?
And is my effort to do good
Itself just the equal and opposite reaction
To some other force
A creative force that just makes me its pawn?
It’s a chicken and an egg kind of dilemma,
Except in the case of chicken and eggs
It’s obvious the egg comes first.
In the case of the forces of good and evil
I’m not so sure which it is
Or how we could possibly know
Or if it really even matters.
What matters is that the action/reaction thing
Is a dance, perhaps an endless dance,
Although in the moment it feels more a battle.
And it is a battle, for our mind, for our soul
But it’s also a dance
Since it seems the two forces
Are inextricably bound.
And when couples dance,
Even those temporarily at odds,
At some point the dance itself,
And more fundamentally, the music, holds sway.
And in that moment they are no longer two,
Not two that have reunited as one from being two,
But two that are, and always have been, simply
Not two.
(11/3/25)
Pamela Relph wanted to join the army, the Royal Engineers,
Because she was funded by them for sixth form fun arrears,
But she got arthritis just when she was eighteen and keen,
And so undertook a BSc at Birmingham in physics, mean.
In 2011 she won gold at the World Rowing Championships,
With three others, her team also including Broecke, a cox,
In 3 minutes 27.10 seconds they did travel one kilometre,
To qualify for the 2012 Paralympics in London’s theatre.
She, Riches, Smith and Row pulled the boat through wave,
Along the river at Eton Dorney to win gold in their conclave,
And they retained their title at the 2013 World’s in August,
But with a new team, as medical ills did make Smith bust.
There they took gold again ahead of Italy and South Africa,
This time faster, 3 minutes and 16.12 seconds to plaster,
And then in 2014 with one new crew mate in Grace Clough,
The team successfully won gold again at the World’s bough.
So as a result of that they will compete in the 2016’s, Rio,
And Relph is an MBE as of 2013’s New Year Honours row;
Her sister Monica, who’s a GB rower in the Senior Squad,
Got her into rowing originally, where she’s now like a god!
The contributions of women are sometimes overlooked
But where would we be without the contributions of Katherine Johnson
In the 60's she did finely tune
The mathematical calculations that sent men to the moon
Marie Curie was excellent in physics and chemistry
She discovered two new elements
And won the Nobel price twice
For her brilliance and sacrifice
Elizabeth G. Anderson was the first female doctor in England
A historic feat in any land
She paved the way for the women that followed
And was also England's first female mayor
The molecular structure of DNA, RNA, and viruses
was discovered by British chemist Rosalind Franklin
She made great contributions in the science
Her vital contributions can never be denied
We honor all these women for the contributions they made
And they deserve the highest accolades
3-29-2022
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Outside of myself I am..
Left behind was my physical body..
My awareness is impeccible..
My full body lies comfortably..
My full body lies peacefully..
In a complete state of awe I am..
A journey to the astral dimension
Where no laws of physics apply..
I am fully multi- dimensional
Non linear
Where time is non existent..
Time is completely timeless..
My senses are intensified..
All of which of my senses are on steroids..
My astral body floating gracefully..
With a rush of euphoria..
In this glorious astral dimension..
Feeling so free
With my light astral body.
My thoughts create manifestations..
Quickly and effectively
Unimaginable beauty is everywhere..
I can choose to return to my solid form..
My physical body..
In the physical dimension..
Rapidly and sucessfully..
The thought process allows it..
The I who chooses ..
Is the I who really is..
Therefore the body is only a shell
A solid shell..
That is empty..
It is I who fills the shell..
It is the I who gives the body life..
Without the I
The body would cease to exist..
I am not the body..
For I am consciousness.
I shall always live..
With..
Or without the body..
The embodiment of life..
HUMANITY
Action and reaction, equal and opposite
We hear, but just what do we make of it
Do we let loose and curse or merely spit
When arrows rain, how shall we respond
It does take pressure to make a diamond
And unavoidably, we will all get physical
One can argue that it’s all about balance
With nods and smiles as merely a valance
As even we might then utilise our talents
To react with equal force, maybe in kind
With daggers of steel, or just of the mind
When angry, it’s no time to be whimsical
Humanity and animal instincts kept apart
And was meant to be from the very start
Yet both have physics at their very heart
The very first instinct is always to survive
And perhaps with luck and skill, to thrive
Yet the desire for good over evil is critical
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9
for her
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies
blooming on the iron-grill
When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense
within the rain pipe
i’ve lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth
this world of secret inclinations and intentions
written in the letters of wild-jasmine
here to take a step
there is the ring-worms
to extend the hand
there is hydrophobia
so many nicknames for the boat-sinking
so many infiltrations
here the information from akrur catered much more
on the skin of masala-muri
than on the misti-dai
much more dance of the algebra
when by the hands
stolen from the sheep-herd
i’m sweeping the fallen leaves
it repeatedly comes to my mind today
that many market-price does not see me alive
even-then each powder-puff is scripting me
on the soap-water
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 10
then
owing to the pollen-grains
i can’t become a good goal-keeper
even a morning
overcastted with nimbus
does not walk
catching the finger of the clap of the thunder
courtesy the james-clip
in her malkosh is playing on
the caw
the news-paper hawker
the maid-servant
though with some different bonding
with some different lighting
so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water
as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant
some one by the capsicum get attached
the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily
and after stealing some over-boundaries
from the store of the un-timely spring
mingles with the pages of physics
a ratnti-kali-puja
that’ve got titillations from the nail-polish
through the act of walking
i’m
as i can guess
going to become drunk-mad
Form:
The smoky clubs of thought/ where shadows dance and poets talk of truth whispered low/man, a story without end/ can you dig it, my friend/ improvisation’s the key, always unlocked in time, a jazz riff echoing truth in research of a paradigm/
assumptions about the nature of reality in jazz talk, scales, and harmonies, the framework we embrace/is not life the same? like established knowledge, but thinking out of frame, lighting up the space, to build on a jazz note we create, we innovate, say, give the funky drummer some/
just like Miles on his horn, exploring what's in the score, man, the vibing brain, a hipster’s thought, where networks of creativity ignite, and a conscious soul control breaks through/
The mind unfurls its thinking wings, a melody takes flight in a jazzed-up symphony of science, burning ever so tight/
a rock steady beat, the rhythm deepens, but the jazz spills over, it paints a wider scene, Pollock's action strokes, vibrant, raw, and jazzy, mean/
Oh, but the freedom in his canvas, a rhythm in his hand like McCoy Tyner’s dancing on the keys/
improvisation's spirit, always in jazz and graffiti wall art on subway trains sprayed across the Bronx highlands/Miles himself, he painted too, abstract hues so bold, from horn to brush he journeyed, a creative, restless soul/ life jazz influence profound, taking its hammering toll on his body and soul/
man, the tempo picks up, into the evolution of funk more emphatic, much more in the pocket of James Brown/ ya dig? exploration, a pattern found, a quantum leap into the unknown jazz heap of sounds/ like a jazz horn solo taking a giant step into the ubiquity of a jazz riff, a seed that has been sown across the river of stars/
In science and music, the spirit intertwined/a quest for understanding, etched upon a circle of fifths/ and the universal wind cries Mary, a jazz solo vast like a Jimi Hendrix acid jazz blast/
repeating rhythms echo across jazz music and cosmology/ in spoken word harmonies with in and out thinking with room for improvisation, improvise your life, and breathe it in/ get hip to the rhythm in your soul/ let it flow, man/
Let the jazz of physics make you brilliantly whole/gung-bow-chi, chi, gung-bow/ drums as the backbone to the funk thing/ It’s a strong emotional and spiritual bond into Life, and the physics of the Jazz sound