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Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead
like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
Divine alignment chooses magnetic maiden
portal opens precious pearly coded probability
universe responds with willing golden spirals
precise molecules looking like slippery chirals
rascal but knows ardent alchemical compatibility
mercurial mirror reflects duo’s ample agilities
turquoise light refracting lifts forgotten bond
sacred it slept inside musical harp softly fond
pirouetting progresses path matching persons
particles becoming prime entangled photons
picking out their aspects is a spooky action
wave emits fractal triangle as realisation hits
atomic Love cannot but flamenco follow flits
heart harmonic orchestrates beloved true
when triangle aims this is the cue !
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*triangle in this context : God/masculine/feminine
The Twilight (C) 2024 Artimus The Poet - Susan Manley All Rights Reserved
Musical Introduction
[Verse]
Over the mountains the purple comes rolling
lit like a backdrop silhouette glowing
Soon to meet the valley in cascades of light
to make day of what has been night
The sun with shine
the stars will fade
And some will sleep
while others awake
And soon once again
that purple will rise
and push the light out
from the skies
[chorus]
The Twilight
it comes every day
the purple haze
decending over the planet
the marking of the passage of time
to reflect on how its spent
to relax sublime
And where memories are swept
It pulls us forward
into nights inky depths
where the day is forgotten
in sleep in dreams we rest
[Musical Interlude]
[Verse]
later dawn will arise
and wipe sleep from our eyes
with pink it is so bright
it evaporates mist and brings to light
All that is the day
progresses through the haze
and if we have planned it
it can be jam. packed . in...
[Verse]
Over the mountains the purple comes rolling
lit like a backdrop silhouette glowing
Soon to meet the valley in cascades of light
to make day of what has been night
(to make day of what has been night)
[Outro]
The sun with shine
the stars will fade
And some will sleep
while others awake
And soon once again
that purple will rise
and push the light out
from the skies
Stop and watch that glory of the passing to the night
the purple into twilight
it marks the march of your life
inching forward to the unknown
Time is the only currency...
you never know the balance of
so spend it wisely
Spend it wisely
(Spend it wisely)
spend it wisely
before you go
[end]
Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s often live a second adolescents
This is a guide for the coming of age allies
States have taken off the shelves
Intersectional as his life
Chapters are a collection, four acts
referred to as “parts” in this guide
self-contained essay’s
The memoir progresses through Johnson’s life
Two letters appear alongside
the chapters for mother and brother
Conditioned to think what’s the truth
Indoctrinated in us
Stop crying, racialized
School bullies
The flee market incident
Institutionalized violence
Family structure marginalized
Community –college fraternity
And black joy
Tells the truth
A black and q***r boy’s experience
Gender identity
Toxic masculinity
Brotherhood
Sunrise breaks over the east so innocently as did the birth of creation
The Dawn rising to reclaim her throne from the night time's reign
Serenly, magestically, displaying her light as blinding as white linen
The chorus of the morning singing her praises, the return of the Queen
Fields dance in her warmth, their colors hightening from her touch
As the shadows run from view, a new vision of the day is born
Birds take to flight across the clouds of frosted blue and white
The world stirs, all is well
Sadly her reign is short lived
As sunset breaks over the east so innocently as did the first death
The dusk casting her blanket of darkness, the throne now set for the return of the King
Owls twitter as they awaken from their sleep
Nocturnal world answering the call of the Moon
And so the pattern continues
Life progresses
The Monarchy of the skies
Supreme in their own time and realms
One of silver one of gold
The treasure's of nature
For all to behold
Tell me lover please what intimately
makes you tick
So I can summon forth bye whatsoever
means
I may intricately hand craft a bespoke clock
That pulses and count's time in accordance
to your particular individual heartbeat
That whence it chimes and strikes the bewitching hour of the truest form
of pure love
The second minute and hour hand's
grind the entire world to a frozen stop
Because nothing else not even time itself
progresses in this vacuum bubble
No light emitting speed permitting
pierces relatively between the steely
gaze of two
And matter's not how many minutes
hour's day's or months may pass
Until he or she blink's first only after then
the hand's of time are permitted
To the pace of their elevated
palpitating beating heart a skip
along once again
No Particle Theory can ever be Unified –
for there is always the space between...the
unknown that separates while binds us
in a matrix of primitive wonder. Dark
Matter is only dark to those accustomed to one
light...for those whose eyes adjust to the
thin horizons of others who have passed
before them – and not the endless expanse within,
the heart and soul of a boundless Universe. So,
we slowly peel-back our outer layers, those of
earth and moon, the illumining stars, limiting
skins of meagerly defined senses. Without God
there is only Science...
hopping from one physical rock to the other, skimming
over the depth of spaces,
stepping cautiously into shallow pools
as yet to explore the unimaginable realms
of a far greater Spiritual Sea.
(More Context)
We are observers...consciousness existing
in an elevated dimension of reality. Difficult
to imagine, yet our thoughts are entirely
separate from our physical senses and their
body sources; we truly, not figuratively,
look in or down upon the many instances
and vehicles of manifest substance.
There can only be
one Unified Theory: it must be a Continuity Theory,
where separation is merely an elaborate illusion:
In fact, all we see and seem are Wave effects
propagated through a flexible yet solid dimension,
driven by vibrations or shivers (so to speak) –
Waves collide, and those peaks or points
of collision become our physical reality –
these are the pixels our eyes and minds interpret
and assemble in the likeness of recalled
references, desires and predilections – We look down,
look in, look out, but always from positions independent
of the objects of our inquiry. Mind, Consciousness
is entirely independent of the physical. This
explains the phenomenon of Savants. Our
brains are not developing receptacles of
knowledge – but, in fact, developing
gateways. Who we are, where we come
from, and how long we live progresses
far outside our experiences of birth and
death.
Cowards die many times before their deaths…
Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2 ~William Shakespeare
spouse
a souse
classic grouse
a big girl's blouse
portent ominous
assertions blasphemous
obscure and anonymous
his skulking is nefarious
utterances acrimonious
and implicature often dubious
uxorious but still pusillanimous
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An example of a rhopalic verse.
Rhopalism: A rhopalic sentence is one in which each successive word is one letter longer than the previous one. In poetry: where each word is one syllable more, or it might increase each line in a stanza by one syllable (per my example), or a metric foot.
IN THE SAME CATEGORY OF CONSTRAINED WRITING
The Rhopalic Couplet, also called Wedge Verse, was first used by Homer in the Iliad (3.182). It is a poetic unit of 2 rhopalic lines where each word progresses adding one more syllable than the preceding word in the line, for example, 1, 2, 3, 4 … syllables. The sequence of the syllable count can be identical in the second line, or it may be reversed. The couplet does not need not rhyme.
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In The Coward, stanzas are broken up along the syllables of the end rhymes: spouse, souse, grouse, blouse; om-i-nous, blas-phe-mous, a-non-y-mous; ne-far-i-ous, ac-ri-mo-ni-ous, du-bi-ous & pu-sil-lan-i-mous.
LEXICON
acrimonious: (adj) (typically of speech or discussion) angry and bitter.
a big girl’s blouse: British idiom, meaning someone is ineffectual or weak; someone failing to show masculine strength of determination
disposition: (n.) inherent characteristics.
grouse: (n.) one who complains constantly.
implicature: (n.)* the action of implying a meaning beyond the literal sense of what is explicitly stated, for example, saying the picture frame is nice and implying I don’t like the picture.
innate: (n.) inborn, natural
nefarious: (adj) (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal.
portent: (n.)
1. a sign or warning that a momentous or calamitous event is likely to happen, an omen.
2. (literary) an exceptional or wonderful person or thing. [‘What portent can be greater than a pious notary.’]
pusillanimous: (adj) showing a lack of courage or determination; timid.
souse: (n.) a drunkard.
RK: "smokey drifted through once like mountains sheered off like cotton candy colored clouds nipped at the purpose of the rootbound ridgeback dragons."
Lucifer: "They decant no, somber but ready for some gift of virtue, and where abundance and prosperity are so fulsome such a dream."
Aurora: "Likewise the sorely wrong believe themselves wronged as sure as the swallows that hum soft cadences for bees which splint the flower's pollen for spreading."
Kate: "I've held the oceanic waters so nimbly let pour the caught rhythms of deliquescent moored stalwarts."
Helel: "The fife has enruined the walkway so esplanade does explaining this cause arouse such pomp?"
PW1: *disavows that he is stronger now and progresses*
The forbidden one: *cooly saunters towards a more comfortable position in the shade*
Uraeal: "I ask they do, I move they aim for a moonshot, is not the billowing cloudshares like those enroute to pebbly shores?"
DR dragon: "Pervasive this shifting moon which changes like wire frames sent into the hues."
arophc varuag: "I fed the farms such broken dreams but here they so replete, and should I ask the moon to share, another captured strike to snare."
Zeus: "The gambling is all but done, but here we save the swollen stumps that brick-by-brick were truly wood but means not that to cooped up fools."
---End of act IV---
October 7 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 13-14
Key Verse – Matthew 13:51 Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ENABLES US TO UNDERSTAND DIVINE TRUTH
God enables us to understand divine truth by His discernment
Toward being assured of our salvation settlement
As our faith trusts His Word of empowerment
Surely securing our eternal fulfillment.
God enables us to understand divine truth by His heavenly vision
Toward being grateful for His compassion
As our faith abides in His will with His supervision
Surely protecting our souls from sin-oppression.
God enables us to understand divine truth by His wisdom
Toward being aware of experiencing genuine freedom
As our faith seeks first His favour along His kingdom
Surely driving us to serve Him against boredom.
God enables us to understand divine truth by His preaching
Toward being exhorted to learn from Biblical teaching
As our faith increases along stewardship’s enriching
Surely letting us progress for mission out-reaching.
God enables us to understand divine truth by His light
Toward being illumined against deceitful blight
As our faith depends on His omniscient insight
Surely directing us for triumphant flight.
God enables us to understand divine truth by His Scriptures’ glow
Toward being conscious about His wonders of omnipotent show
As our faith progresses while we spiritually grow
Surely propelling us to do our best along His blessings’ flow.
God enables us to understand divine truth by His holiness
Toward being sanctified to walk along paths of righteousness
As our faith exalts Him with His gracious forgiveness
Surely preserving us upon His victorious steadfastness.
October 7, 2025
In a teacup's embrace, a tale we shall unfold,
Of two colorful frogs, with stories to behold.
One painted blue, the other a purple hue,
Their minds intertwined, in a world askew.
The blue frog whispered, "We're tea thieves, you see!
Stealing each drop, a wild heist to set free!"
His thoughts danced swiftly, like ripples in a pond,
Believing the teacup was where they abscond.
The purple frog hopped with a joyful smile,
"We're on vacation, an oasis in style!"
His mind painted dreams, a tranquil retreat,
Finding solace and peace in this teacup's heat.
They conversed with flair, the teacup their stage,
Voices mingled, a colorful dialogue engaged.
But as the tale progresses, a twist will be revealed,
For the frogs were figments, illusions concealed.
The veil of perception cast an intricate spell,
Conjuring the frogs, the stories they'd tell.
Yet in truth's gaze, the reality unfurls,
The teacup stands empty, devoid of their twirls.
For the frogs were imagined, born from the mind's eye,
Whispered by whispers, like a whimsical lullaby.
In the teacup's silence, the truth becomes clear,
Their existence ephemeral, vanishing near.
No mention of illness, no shadows of the mind,
Just a whimsical tale, with surprises intertwined.
The frogs never existed, their presence a guise,
A mirage, a fragment, like dreams in disguise.
So let us ponder this tale with open hearts,
Where teacup fantasies took their vibrant parts.
Imagination's realm, where perceptions may roam,
Creating tales and illusions, finding places to call home.
And as we sip our tea, in cups large and small,
Let's cherish the magic, the stories that enthrall.
For in the depths of imagination's gentle grasp,
We find hidden wonders, where reality may clasp.