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The name
mistakenly saintly,
the other one
a rite-of-life,
a gauche passage
for some, for most
the contract costly,
imprints its meaning
post firey baptismal dive
to rise again somehow
from each our own
calamities, the personal
cataclysm we confront
or shun in a parallel life
of optimism, there each one
observes what was and lingers
to kiss the font of the child
within every one, each their own
version of the meaning
of catechism,
forgotten by most,
yet a lingering malaise
swims in their waking,
a sense of de je vu,
these are the incorrigible
pushing the envelope,
the timestamp licked
and mailed off
to other voices
that do not speak,
that do not arrive
through lips, yet
open sleeping minds
and hold the eyelids
to peer directly into
and through to meet
that thing that powers
the brain within,
to shine its glistening
luminescence, one
senses that thing
which is forgotten within,
is commissioned
to win the race of life,
and lose and then,
win again -
the losses mailed off
in worldly corrupted
creative ways, didactic,
where one revisits
as a dark shadow,
standing with all
those other
dark shadows,
frankly contemplating
conversion, and the
salt-strewn stinging
many paths of logic
through those
illogical clues
breadcrumbed
by all those
other shadows,
the eternal puzzle
of understanding
the life viewed standing
under lamplight;
in the disillusioned
poetic world,
we must forever
cultivate our garden,
that never-ending dream;
all is for the best, romantic
cliches and adventures,
falls and risings;
for those who think
they are normal
and above it all,
above the others -
all is never normal,
all is as it should be,
all is for the best,
we stumble and we fall,
some stay where they are,
others get up again and again;
all is as it should be,
all is for the best,
ou l'Optimisme,
Candide
a muse
amused
Candide,
all is as it should be
all is for the best
Candide Diderot. ‘24
I want make an old dance new,
Show you how to follow,
Build a romance,
Pushing the envelope as far as you allow,
We knew we would mambo at first glance,
Going from vertical to horizontal now,
Starting with a foxtrot lance,
Ending in a waltz's bow,
Elegant slipping free of our pants,
Leaving fully dressed; saying "wow".
Does society condone our fling?
What malevolence will this bring?
The dogs still bark,
The birds still sing,
Will this leave a mark,
Much like a wedding ring?
Have we raised a monarch?
Fitting ourselves as queen and king?
Or are mischievous beings on our swingers ark?
Leaving no trace of the judgement worth following.
We always say it is only sex,
To some it is more,
For some it wrecks,
Deeming them as a cancerous sore,
Why does their casual and consensual sex,
Bring about prejudices like evil folklore.
These are good people you judge!
Good people you make cry!
Only because your beliefs won't budge,
Now good people start to die,
Potential poets, scientists, teachers, over your religion's grudge.
Death and hatred so prevalent now; when will it all end?
So many shamed for being different and free; and why?
All for a society that refuses to bend,
People say they don't see it, they lie.
I know women who cant find peace,
Simply because they experienced pleasure,
Friends, foes, family call them a disgrace,
Yet their pleas for it to all cease,
Fall on deaf ear.
I love them all,
Not for evil motive,
Or the good samaritans call,
But because a loveless life no one can live.
Are you looking for joy and satisfaction
that you “haven’t got?”
The peace and joy which you seek…
Simply can’t be bought…
Do you seek some kind of fulfillment
in your daily activities?
Meanwhile, pushing the envelope,
” with your liberties?
There’s a road of “good intentions.”
It’s wide and easy to find.
But there’s a narrow road… Which I have in mind…
This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed…
It’s only on this road, where you’ll find
an answer to your need
This road eventually leads to a life that’s everlasting.
This brings me to a question, which I’m asking…
Are you ready to take the road that
leads to heaven’s gate?
Will this be your choice? Before it’s too late?
Jesus stands at your heart’s door
and he’s knocking..
The choice is yours… Which road you’ll
do your walking…
Please take the narrow road…
It can be difficult to travel…
You should do this... Before this world begins to “unravel.”
Jesus. The prince of Peace... Rules the earth
and heavens above…
Won’t you enter his haven of rest,
and abundance of love?
He is here waiting for you. So loving,
patient and kind…
Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and
joy every single time!
By Jim Pemberton
01/16/11
The hands of time seems to always keep us near.
As we wander through life’s portals full of its mystery’s and fears.
Like an old mother hen who keeps her young drawn in.
Time can be such a blessing or be your worst friend.
Our human nature never leaves us to be just satisfied.
Always pushing the envelope trying new things that we have not tried.
Always wanting something that is just out of reach.
Never learning our lesson or receiving the message that life has to teach.
If we all followed a set path life would be such a bore.
That is why we are never happy but always wanting more.
Trying to achieve the impossible dream.
That’s what makes life interesting, everyone is an individual not just part of a
team.
Reason or rhyme, or rhyme or reason,
We all have our highlights we all have our season.
As destiny leads us to ponder our fate,
We are tempted and teased to enter into dire straits.
A good book I once read, said narrow the way and small is the gate.
That leads us to righteousness if this be our fate.
So make no mistakes we all have a say.
It’s just how you live determines the price you will pay.
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
Sing to me silly
of cracked silver eggs
in nesting bowls
under key and glass
in white corridors
Ruffle my hair
when we reach Cezzanne
my brain is alight
my colors wrong
The winter is spinning
The tide rushes in
Hand on my shoulders
the artist begins
Leave me alone
to view the world
a mapping of conquests
a shooting of stars
a whisper of science
will all be ours
Giggle me this
with cogs and whistles
marbles and wheels
metal arm bandits
dropping the egg
gone silver and cracked
taken from nesting bowls
now put back
Unison dream
museum quality
pushing the envelope
right off the table
into the white
of hall ways and byways
stale air and brightness
through glass leaded doors
to the bustle of worlds
not intended for us
past the safety of art
and the rhythm of laughing
of giggling, behalfing
a million odd things
to disturb and be dreams
to break into glorious song
never wrong
to the air turned to fresh with pollution
and depth of degrees
to the "fill me back up to the brim"
and release me back into the wonder world dim
with an inhale, an exhale, of "Ahhhh"~
which somehow I just didn't know until now...
Our Universe is unimaginably large.
Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe. Each galaxy contains hundreds of billions of stars.
Many now believe our universe is but one in an ever-expanding multiverse of limitless size and age.
We live our lives on a mote of material small beyond definition.
How do we square this reality? How do we keep things in perspective? What’s the point really? We are just specks on a speck.
Organized human civilization is maybe 20,000 years old. The industrial revolution only 200 years old, we believed 100 years ago our galaxy was the universe.
Our understanding of reality has come far yet it’s just a pinpoint on an infinite scale of knowledge.
The point I guess is the journey, keeping our existence in perspective, staying humble and keep pushing the envelope of our knowledge.
TITLES
Miss Fay’s Day started out well
Thought she might skip out on work to play,
So she covertly leaves her little cubicle, the cell from hell
She really wanted to be a Storm Child Again
Chasing rainbows and pots of gold
Is that such a sin?
Never thought she would be so bold.
Being A Sweet Soul, she spends the afternoon
Wondering if she’ll even be missed
Vigilantly fighting thoughts of impending doom
Thinking if she doesn’t return soon, she’ll be dismissed
Deciding to stay and read Meditations in the Meadow
Fairy sprites provide a patch of moss to cover her toes.
Completely engrossed in meditation, she hears an echo
Is it friend or foe?
Deciding she was pushing the envelope
Returns to her cell in a sea of cubicle cages
She longs to play with the fairies in the meadow
And ponders if she will sing while Enduring The Ages
YouTube and Chis Hodge
It came as a surprise to me that Chris Hodge
has been banned on YouTube, a man of knowledge
worth listening to
He is an honest intellectual; as such, it is hard
not to be critical of the Jewish negative influence
in the world we inhabit
Of course, I see on Facebook that I have become
skeptical of, the wiseman Chomsky often appears
his criticism of Israel doesn't plow a deep furrow
The Iranian attack on Israel was a warning
as they couldn't let the Israelis bomb their
embassy go unnoticed.
I fear, since the Jews are always righteous and hard
done by, will retaliate, thinking by pushing the envelope
further, will get the USA involved
This will not be too difficult, as the Jewish lobby
practically runs the US's foreign policy, and for us
who have a dim view of Israel and are not optimistic
I reminisce, I miss those good ol’ days long ago
When I was a teenager, carefree and bold
lusting after chicks,
inviting a fracas,
Life was so full of excitement and adventure--
looking over the edges,
taking the high dive,
pushing the envelope,
ignoring boundaries,
going further and further...
and further!
Late night escapes from the bedroom window--
meeting up with friends,
a couple of beers,
joy-riding,
avoiding the cops!
Finally getting my driver’s license after trying
once, twice, third time was the charm!
My first date,
my first kiss,
my first car,
Those good ol’ days long ago, I reminisce, I miss.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
"I Reminisce, I Miss" Contest
March 18, 2021