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DISTURBING THE PEN
what creeps
in?
insanity of sorts,
leaking
in,
instead of out.
it dribbles
out,
like drool or frothing foam.
it comes
from
the inner sanctum,
barely a
stream,
scissors snip away at contentions,
invention of
hate.
bitterness and cacophony invades.
you toss and turn,
laughing.
like a crazy fool, do not turn over
and look at
the underside.
drip, drop, drip,
on the roof of
your head.
clear your mind and begin again,
putting pen to
paper,
even bend and fly that plane.
ramblings are...
just that.
Conjure up a complete thought.
i see you hiding in the
corner,
cobwebs like sticky curtains.
madness laughs
uproariously.
how insane you look when humor beds your pen.
friction of match
complains,
as a scintilla of flame recognizes your waning brain.
9/20/2017
The Perceived
When Joe Biden the American president
walking up to the steps of his plane
fell stumbled and fell several times
possibly because his aged legs didn't
lift high enough on the ladder rungs
Unwittingly, this mishap might have had
had a bleak effect on the onlookers
and he was seen as an elderly man, not
in good physical form
Sometimes, what we see comes true
He has, after four years, shown the world
he is mentally up to his cargo.
What we perceive, say, a physical act
can be a forerunner of things to come
When Jimmy Carter was president
when participating in a local marathon
attacked by a wild hare and people
came to see him as a weak president
which he was, although he was a nice
person, little political savvy
He worked hard trying to free the
American hostages when the Iranian
Revolutionary Guard stormed the US
Embassy, alas they were not set free
before Ronald Reagan became president
so he, the blessed man, got the glory
We have the lamented Gerald Ford
who became president when Nixon left
and remembered for pardoning Nixon
which I think was the right thing to do
Otherwise, Gerald Ford, was seen as a fool
His wife became famous for the posh clinic
she ran helping alcoholics
This has been a weapon of war so tried and true.
It is the “Stratofortress” Boeing B-52.
The bomber has been flying longer than most of us have been alive.
It has been employed by the US Air Force since 1955.
With a payload of up to 70,000 pounds,
the plane carries a powerful punch that abounds.
Cruise missiles can be launched from its wings.
This Boeing aircraft can do amazing things.
The BUFF performs its duties rather economically.
This accounts for the plane’s amazing longevity.
This subsonic strategic bomber can fly a long way.
That’s one of many reasons why it is still used today.
(BUFF stands for “Big Ugly Fat CENSORED”)
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
As I sat on the plane, flying through the sky
I knew there would be heartache, but I didn't question why
Together Mike and me, had made this choice
To bring home 3 kids, we obeyed an inner voice
We took this option, though we were rather old
We brought them home, so their story could unfold
We knew it wouldn't be easy, with each damaged little heart
It certainly wasn't breezy, but it was a chance to restart
We gave them freedom and we gave them rules
We gave them love and taught not to be fools
we showed them love of nature, let them dance in the rain
In the hope that it would heal all the damage and the pain
We gave them compassion and we fed them well
Fresh food from the garden, good health they could smell
They learned to care for animals, ducks and chooks
How to milk a cow and a love of reading books
We encouraged being artistic and taught them to be kind
we gave the chance to mend their battered little mind
I'm so proud of these babies as 8 years have gone by
Though I'm often tired and cranky, I still don't question why
The Distance kept its Secret well —
Till Curvature confessed —
That Space was not a level Floor
But Sloped in every Breast —
A Line once straight, grew shy of Truth
When Gravity drew near —
And Length itself forgot its Name
Where Mass had bent the Air —
The World was clothed in Indices —
Each Point in silent Dress —
With Covariant Etiquette
And Contravariant Address —
No Step could move without Consent
Of g?µ??’s Law —
For Space would weigh each Footfall’s Thought
Before it let it go —
Time stitched itself to Distance fast
In four-dimensional Thread —
And Proper Paths were whispered where
The Shortest Roads lay dead —
The Interval — a sacred Thing —
No Eye could apprehend —
Yet kept its Shape in any Frame
Observers might attend —
For Clocks would differ — Rulers lie —
Yet Still the Form remains —
Invariant beneath the Spin
Of Reference and the Brain —
Thus Geometry learned to feel
The Weight of Energy —
And Matter wrote its Biography
In Spacetime’s Calligraphy —
Where once the Plane was Euclid’s Dream
Now Manifold holds Court —
And Curves decree what Bodies do
Without a spoken Port —
So Space became a living Page
Where Stars sign every Line —
And Motion reads the Poetry
The Tensor did design.
I have planned the vacation of my life to travel around the world before I die, but there is a scare in the air that is preventing me from getting there. She woke up this morning with determination and valor, and there was not a drop of layover sorrows. Everything was just right and she was bursting with energy and looked forward to a peaceful flight that would take her to her destination after midnight.
The plane ascends in the air, and she could feel the clouds pressing inside out, there were no birds in the skies, but a miracle was standing by. The plane ascends higher and higher in the air but just before supper was served a rumbling was heard in the cockpit and there was an altercation in the cabin too that disturbed me and you. A passenger starts tossing his shoe and a fist fight begin that led the cabin crew to strap him in, the plane began dancing in the clouds and a turbulence starts shaking the people around.
The vacation of her life was about to descend to the ground but some things in the metaverse kept the plane bound. A foul smell was coming from the cockpit and the plane, was flying on auto pilot until the engineer repaired it, and the people began to sing a joyful hymn. Little did they know what was taking place, for the heavens was set ablaze but the miracle came on time to separate the cross lines and her midnight flight landed on time.
There is an alarm in the air, so journey with me to overcome my fears; I am waiting at the boarding gate so meet with me there before it gets late; my next flight will depart at eight.
There is a scare in the air.
On her first trip to Spain
Claimed aisle seat on the plane
Right next to some large bloke
Sure glad that he couldn’t smoke
‘Cause it’s a real long flight
Things would for sure get tight
He’d squish her like a stamp
She’d surely get a cramp
But best not make a scene
Just breathe, keep her nose clean
She planned to have a snooze
Get help from bit of booze
Started with rum and coke
But that was just a joke
Called for a nip of gin
That just gave her a grin
Needed to raise a notch
Asked for a glass of scotch
Great, now she felt no pain
Sure she’d wake up in Spain
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
I sat on the rocks
By the New Bedford docks
And waited for his boat to return
But the sun went to hiding
Bringing ever bad tidings
And a sea where last lessons are learned
My time spent in vain
For not even a plane
Could find a boat headed out of that storm
As the sea roiled upward
My hopes were dragged under
Which my soul was to curse and then scorn
And the streets emptied out
Churches packed and devout
As the old ones did swear and rebuke
The women all cried
With new legends reprised
As the Parson read words in tribute
Till at the church by the dock
From whence he had left
From its window I yelled through the tears…
“Look to the harbor this night,
the mourning over, I sight:
—My Daddy’s Gaff Schooner is here”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
I look down from clouds, in a plane I sit,
And I stare at cotton, which is softly lit.
A warm glow oozes through, on the comforting hills,
With reds and yellows, my eyes it fills.
The clouds begin, and drift to the side,
To reveal the light, where the clouds once lied.
The sun breaks through, the cotton filled skies,
And reveals below, an island that lies.
A cream yellow island, in a turquoise filled ocean,
As I drift on by, a metal plane in motion.
We arrive at an island, with sands soft as clouds,
With grand, green trees, An island it enshrouds.
To look at horizons, where the sky meets the ocean,
Brings amazement, and love, overwhelming emotion.
A sea of blues, and turquoise with gold,
As the sun will sparkle, on reflections of old.
A crystal clear water, as warm as a bath,
As sting rays glide by, on their watery path.
The sun begins, to roll out of of the cloud,
And begin the show, it performs so proud.
The sea and the sky, once connected by blue,
Split into colours, with a mesmerising view.
With scarlet reds, and oranges so bright,
As the sun sinks to the sea, and into the night.
The moon then appears, with silvers and white,
That cast out the golds, in the blue of the night.
The sea and sky, will merge once more,
As silvering shimmers, light up the floor.
The whispering of trees, that carry in the breeze,
Will fill our ears, with an exotic wheeze.
As we look to the skies, and passing moonlight,
A sea of diamonds, together will unite.
They twinkle and dance, through swirling sky,
In deep blue and purple, my eyes will lie.
A paradise I’m in, when I close my eyes,
To dream of my flight, through them cotton filled skies.
We were flying high through the cirrus sky
Tomorrow’s in sight a perfect bull’s eye
All our plans in place, a future stellar
It’s all a breeze through our planes propeller
Vertical clouds adrenalized my heart
Something big was forming off the air chart
My co-pilot said I shouldn’t be alarmed
She explained we will surely be unharmed
Trust is lost as our plane starts to shudder
I see lies fly in over the rudder
Did she misread or trying to mislead
The result could be dire and both may bleed
Our love landed on lies and was a crash
Love scars led to a future with backlash
or for the romantics
Our love landed on trust and was no crash
Our trust gave us a love life fun filled cache
-Dec 2016-