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Aether is the fabric of our universe -
Tiny granules that transfer energy
In the form of waves ~~~
This goes on unseen constantly!
It propagates light and other waves,
Longitudinal and transverse
( Or electromagnetic )
Right across the universe!
Aether stretches far beyond
The laws of physiology!
Did you know that Aether
Is also a god in Greek Mythology?
In chemistry, it is flammable.
It is used as an anaesthetic.
It's a solvent used in industrial processes -
Google it ~ this knowledge is authentic!
But at the same time,
It's a word that is seldom heard,
Most people have better luck,
Deciphering the songs of a bird!
But today, 'Aether' was on my list,
To master and triumph,
As if it was a fifth wish!
Oh, the gravity of this situation,
Like cosmic forces similar to Shakti,
I feel that I have learned so much,
Should I be yelling out 'Yahtzee'?!?
The king of the classical elements;
Earth, Air, Water and Fire...
Aether bends and amends our universe,
To be the most desired!
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Shadow Play
While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania
Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows
gathers the zenith of clouds rays collects collective conscience
unconsciousness retrieves ancient symbols propagates mythical
archetypes to archetypical conclusions reflects tainted sunshine
He forges gently I surmise poles and vaults of contradictions
opposites polar juxtapositions seemingly un-mutual mysteries
and ponders light and darkness tearing torn apart thus healing
in the complementing contrast of void change completeness
Where Freud posits polymorph perversity bit by sexual bitter
sweet bit in a bid for so called science of mind over matter Jung
morphs perpetual change crafted and cast through a different
lens admits to poetic licence narration oral traditions and growth
******** in mind not of the ***** castrated in fear not envious of
phallic dominance over clitoral defence wombs groomed entombed
by guilt transgression sexual submission shallow **** oral penile
ossification of flaccid resurrection Jung begs and offers to differ
In complex incomplete never-ending search a path from change to
change and beyond dialectical synthesis played enacted in parallel
processes and progressive psychological drama of a different kind
he much kinder more reflective less regressive and adventurous
Lets shadows erect and paint play dance reflect and move on
16th August
He who seeks pain for pleasure is a real aboriginal,
Runs slowly yet leads subservient to international.
He who has a mental condition stable aberrational
And is clearly confused for his rule over junior biennial.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader fictional?
Believes has virtual reality and qualities supernal;
Worries by relaxing, is a truly called stupid sentinel
Off laissez faire causing democracy death prenatal.
He is the original copy; autocracy does he disannul.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader nominal?
Babbles less on many topics but talks lot notional;
Real oxymoron, a worthless gold is a role fictional.
Such a stupid, such dark snow acts like nocturnal
And wishes us follow him like a true myth tensional.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader attritional?
As little pain hurts none, such nonentity optional
Is singly double natured like oxymoron is binational.
Such a tiny elephant of no use is a leader sectional,
Unlike Modi or Mahatma who is pretty fierce finagle.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader supernal?
A rightly deceitful leader propagates worries parental
Agony, by loving humanity loathing persons is menial.
Is such afunctional leader be only choice? Oh! Marginal!
An open secret for such leaders, this Monorhyme is a signal.
Is such one busy doing nothing our leader eternal?
Extolling rebirth, dreams pristine cajole,
Resurgence to tranquility of frozen knoll,
Longing verdant-realms to enliven its soul
Where wintry-decay exacted dreary toll.
When warmth glistens avid golden rays
Glinting gloominess of parched malaise,
Hope rejuvenates where prairies blaze
Reviving aspirations of despaired days.
Blossoming reveries of season restore
Winsome buzz of sprouting meadows,
Adorning nature-abloom brought to fore
Repristinating terrains withered in throes.
Chasing blue seas, buoyant rivers flow,
As dormant ambitions thaw glacial woe
And glances shimmer from smiles aglow
Lauding daffodils budding through snow.
When horizons fuchsia glimmer dawn,
Days sparkle vigor, affirming dull is gone,
And season’s revelry propagates again
Where flexing ebullience butterflies reign.
March 18, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
In an Asia city, a new and infamous name began.
“They were called Christians first at Antioch”.*
This species was built upon relationship with its maker; and not disconnection from him.
She fulfilled and bridged the past with the present and all eternity.
Same creator, same designer, and same planer of all species.
For six days He created everything that was made; and then He rested.
Later, there was a world wide deluge; and things were altered; most destroyed.
Generations would transpire before God created a totally new breed of creatures*.
This new species called Christian, was not made from nothing. But being made a new type of human, she would become the new model for all. What a remarkable and revolutionary concept! How different from every human before!!
This species is essentially about loving, not 50/50, but 100% unconditionally.
She’s about giving and not taking; about giving out of love; and not for personal gain.
She finds life through death; she has no room for hate.
No, this new species cannot procreate; but there’s reproduction by proclamation.
She propagates loving God with all the heart; and loving the neighbor as one’s self.
Yes, she’s a new kind of species!
03312016 Acts, Cor. 5:17 (PS Contest,
A New Species, by Anthony Slausen)
Lakes and beaches are wiped clean like a whiteboard,
each day by waves, tide, wind.
Then marks of ripples and tracks provide transient tell-tales
of what has gone on since, of what is yet to come.
What caused those ripples? Where did they come from?
What caused those tracks marking crisscross paths on the sand?
From whence did they come? To where are these interlopers going?
The agents and causes know nothing of these things.
They do not care.
They can't know they are being tracked.
They do not wipe their foot or finger prints clean.
They wander furtively wary,
scarily and carefully looking about, but unaware.
They dare not look back,
lest they be cast into salt or stone,
or sent back to hell,
for defacing such clean pristine spaces with
their street-art hieroglyph graffiti.
A hushed stillness lies over the lake at dawn
A single plop or tremble stirs a ripple the mirrored plane.
Soft as a whispered caress on a sleeping cheek,
Perhaps the kiss of wind, barely daring to touch.
Perhaps it's the kiss of fish rising to take a fly.
Perhaps an insect flitting, skittling onto the surface
Or a bird dipping to drink from beak.
The ripple propagates outwards in concentric rings,
echoing and resonating on its journey,
long after the cause has passed and gone.
Where are these ripples of unknown causes going and why,
The sources are untraceable via back-tracking,
remaining hidden and mysterious,
long since gone.
Do these ripples want to cuddle a distant shore,
to caress a foot paddling in the shallows,
to rock a boat with sleepers to sleep,
or to kiss the pebbles puckered up to kiss in rows?
Or to simply go and then fade gently and dissolve from view,
happy in their journey getting there.
In time the wind and water gathers breath,
to blur the lines, to wipe the scroll and slate clean,
To blow the sand grains around to cover the tracks.
The tide comes in, obliterating the imprints.
The wind builds waves to crush the ripples in chaos.
The defaced becomes a pure clean mirror surface unmarked again,
With no trace of regret, or memory to replay.
The defacers, shakers and movers,
long forgotten, forlorn and forgiven,
have faded away, to dreams and memories,
forgotten, hidden, wiped away, until awaken.
The woke demand that we devenerate,
revise old statues, plaques and history
of leaders who were once considered great,
as truth confronts a lasting bigotry.
To laud and honor what they represent
supports and propagates a curse and weight,
creating new and growing discontent,
to abrogate old hails to racial hate.
Blind scales of justice failed to understand
and measure damage done by prejudice
across our bountiful dynamic land,
thus adding space to this profane abyss.
But now new rays of liberty are seen,
illuminating every sacred wound,
as politicians face what should have been
and steer us toward a higher, firmer ground.
Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go
Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go
Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go
Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world
September 7, 2018
Live for life
Live for love
Love for keeps
Love for all
All is well
All is good
Good confesses all
Good resides in truth
Truth or consequence
Truth or dare
Dare to win
Dare to conquer
Conquer hate
Conquer fear
Fear no evil
Fear God
God is love
God is peace
Peace rejoices in you
Peace be with you
You hate
You lose
Lose your hatred
Lose your sadness
Sadness drains
Sadness drops rains
Rains are fears
Rains are tears
Tears of joy
Tears of victory
Victory is not for quitter
Victory is for the strong
Strong survives in truth
Strong reaps in strength
Strength is power
Strength is justice
Justice for all
Justice for freedom
Freedom of religion
Freedom of speech
Speech delivers peace
Speech propagates harmony
Harmony is order
Harmony is growth
Growth is multiplication
Growth is addition
Addition is operation
Addition is accumulation
Assimilation is accumulation
Standard of operation
Go not into the room beyond these walls
where some have gone, for mystery enthralls
the curious. . . but know there lies therein
a spirit cursed who suffers no chagrin,
who propagates the murder he recalls.
For when the moon is full and evening falls,
a din perhaps is heard. . .The phantom hauls
a corpse along the floor while moon peeps in.
Go not into the room.
They say when one goes in, that demon calls
the name of the intruder; then befalls
a likely death. . . he’s never seen again.
The ghost stands at the window with a grin,
a sight of unrepentance that appalls.
Go not into the room.