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What side can you judge infinity from,
the front or then the back
If it’s never over, or never ends,
how then can you protract
Can infinity stop and start again,
would it be different or the same
Can judgment ever qualify,
what it can’t even name
If generalizations are generally true,
what can we really know
With the distance between our hopes and dreams,
beyond what time can show
One step forward and one step back,
micromanaging the present away
The ideas you profess, whose laws you tout,
tethering emptiness—to illusions foray
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
[First version of ‘My Victorian Astronomer’, which
Didn’t qualify for ‘Ghost’ contest.
Nonetheless, this remains totally true!
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Moonlight imparted a luminous glow
To the surface hugging mist
I cast my bait just to the left of the reeds
With a nonchalant flick of the wrist
A hundred yards on from the silhouette bridge
My brolly, my home for the night
My hurricane lamp bringing ’squito and midge
But gifting me such meagre light
I knew there’d be scurryings there in the dark
And that I’d see no-one till day
Yet there on that boarded off, long disused bridge
A man rendered monotone grey
A Victorian gent in a cape and top hat
His telescope angled to heaven
Back in the day not much odd in that
But it’s June, nineteen seventy seven
I’d only blinked and then he was there
Sky watching with me looking on
I felt quite a chill at that mid summer scare
But I blinked again and he was gone
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!
Hair looked wild, got to hide my tattoo,
Because today I have a job interview.
I wear a long sleeve shirt, scarf, and hat,
To hide my dragon-skull and vampire bat.
Went into Blackrock, the secretary smiled,
I wanted to spend time with her a while,
Then she saw the beer stains on my shirt,
Decided she didn't want to flirt.
Talked to human resources, the questions came fast,
Tried to prevent them learning of my past,
Didn't mention my prison time, lied about my résumé,
Then the fan blew off my hat — what a bad day!
(Chorus)
It’s a bad hair day,
But I’m showing up anyway,
Got to meet the test
Can't always look your best.
The interviewer said, “You don’t qualify,
You lack the skills, and you need not apply.”
Then I said, “I may lack skills, but I’m part Cherokee,
Surely you can meet some target of diversity?”
The interviewer explained with a satirical grin
that diversity was out, experience was in.
I walked outside, felt life wasn’t fair,
People gave a stare at my wild hair.
Then I saw a dog try to bite two men outside,
I’ve dealt with pit bulls before, a matter of pride,
I gave the dog a whack on the nose,
Found out I had saved two CEOs.
Now I’m on the board of BlackRock Inc.,
Even though I look like a missing link.
They don’t mind my hair’s a mess,
Einstein looked that way too, it can impress.
That Neanderthal look has its perks
It intimidates bureaucrats, usually works..
It also helps with leftist assassins on New York Streets
They can't believe you're a capitalist if your hair speaks.
You can't win if you don't play
So don't be sunk by a bad hair day.
DECONSTRUCTING Major League Baseball
When will MLB fans acknowledge
and question the REAL Cheating
taking place right under their noses.
The Pitch Clock
The Pitch Count
THE CLOSER
The Netting
The Expansion
THE PHANTOM BASE RUNNER
The Biggest Form of Cheating?
THE TINY LITTLE BALLPARKS.
A 14 year old Mark Mcgwire could
clear the fence, LEFT HANDED
Eddie Murray would have 500 Home Runs ,
FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE PLATE.
Mickey Mantle would be a Member
of the 1000 HOME RUN CLUB
LEGENDARY HANK AARON would be a Member
of the 1500 HOME RUN CLUB.
Why not give anyone and everyone
who makes it to The Big Show a 6ft solid gold trophy
for participating in Major League Baseball.
Let's not forget how MLB cheated Atlanta
out of the ALL Star Game.
Or cheated the Fans out of seeing their ALL Stars
by wearing those Diversified Equity Inclusion Uniforms.
However, we just might see another 500 Career game winner.
When they shorten the game to 7 innings.
Requiring only 3 complete innings
to qualify for a win.
We just might see another 5000 strike pitcher ,
when MLB goes to Artificial Inntelligence
and expand the strikeout zone from toe to chin.
INSTEAD , how about we celebrate what was accomplished before the Insanity of Y2K.
Not the 420 ft Monster HOME RUN ,
and totally forget that straight away
Centerfield Tiger Stadium was 440 ft.
Not the 200 Strike Out Season knowing ,
the record is 383.
Not the 15 game win season knowing
The last 30 game win season
was more than 50 years ago
My real REAL question is...
Is MLB complicit in destroying the game of baseball ?
Are the people at the top , involved with Big Government and DEI infected Corporations trying to destroy the memories and Legends who established MonuMENTAL feats.
Emphasis on mental.
Is this what build back better is all about?
Michael E.Harris
1392024
Filicide is a thing most people
Would rather not think about.
And until this past month
Would rarely even talk of.
Now it’s on everyone’s mind.
They say there are “only” 150-200
Such cases a year in America,
But that doesn’t seem like only a few to me!
The fact 71% are committed by the mother
Also stays beneath the mainstream radar.
I guess we just don’t want to know,
But it’s right there in our face
In our myths and legends and personal stories
(I know I was intimidated by my mother
growing up, always aware she held the true
power and control in the home
and even some degree of omniscience,
and I’m no Sleeping Beauty or Snow White).
Just look at the number of children mothers kill
Before they are even born
(more than a million per year!).
Does that qualify as an epidemic?
An epidemic of what?
Confusion and convenience,
Anxiety and despair,
And above all selfishness.
After all motherhood
Is the ultimate act of selflessness
A doorway of no return.
Which reminds me of all those children.
Now that the sanctity of motherhood
Has been disgraced and debased
Are apple pie and baseball next?
(9/4/26)
Slavery is not the end of atrocities
Suffered by minority communities
The every day systematic sway
Of bricks piled against you like
A wall of pain
So many bricks
The millions murdered for simply being
Who they were born to be black brown red
But of these I speak of what I know firsthand
The professional personal political assassination
of the collective black character is so deep
It is astonishing ingrained and denied to be a thing
For instance because there was a black president
In this racist country people say there you have equality
Nope
A system built on the back of blacks
That promotes hate of anything black
Saving a few teachers pets
Does not save the souls of those
Still being oppressed stressed and put to death
Schools are the battleground as well
We are not even teaching the truth freely
Jim Crow is alive and well look it up
The systems of government are used and abused
To keep people from getting the American Dream
The poor displaced and disgraced
Taxed to the max
While the rich enjoy perks less tax relax
When I walk in a store I am sized up and categorized
followed by security I may get service
But only if I look affluent enough and
Sometimes not even then
Depending on the store and area
When my brother walks down the street
Do you clutch your purse
No really
If he doesn’t style himself just so
Is he perceived as less than
When he goes to the bank for a loan
How often will he be denied
Or unfairly penalized
It’s deeper than slavery
We are still here suffering despite being
Called American we are treated
Not even as well as foreigners
Who seek asylum
Where is that for the brown red black people
It’s not being able to fairly compete for jobs
When corporate snobs want degrees and experience
But how do you get one before the other
When you don’t qualify for loans
Or go in so much debt for college
That the dream is deferred
Or you get the job but the pay
Is poor because you can’t afford the degree
Never mind you are doing the job perfectly
So you must get multiple jobs to eat
I’m so sick of saying that marginalized
Systematic racism in America is more than what happened then it is what is happening today now
And by the looks of it what the future holds
As the systems of old have not been replaced!
When I didn't qualify for the football team, my Mom said to me in front of all the players,
"Flushing HS has just lost a quarterback, but our family has gained a daughter."
Good Times
Once my Dad returned home from a night on the town so drunk he could barely blink.
"Is there anything on earth," my mother asked him, "that you will not drink?"
"Yes there is," he replied with his breath stinking of brew,
"It's called poison my dear, but I'm saving it for you."
Good Times
In the middle of class I was approached by a bully.
He said, "I like your pants. Give them to me."
I always chuckle at that memory very fondly,
walking home in my gym shorts with temperatures in the 30's.
Ah, Good Times
"Does your dog bite?" I asked the sweet old man.
He answered "No" but when I pet the dog it bit my hand.
"You told me that your dog doesn't bite," I said wrapping my bloody wound with cloth.
We both laughed when he replied, "This isn't my dog."
Ah yes, Good Times.
One-word contest begged participation.
Putting my mind in acceleration,
I entered with the word - celebration.
Ordinary days need jump starts. I see
each day as an excuse for a party.
Salute relationships hot and hearty.
It takes some effort, commemoration -
sharing food, fellowship, fabulous fun.
Stay six feet apart and keep your mask on.
What did we celebrate September 5th?
Derby's Velazquez, Authentic's horsesmith
and National Cheese Pizza Day, forthwith.
September 5, 2020
** celebration **
Bobby May's One Word Contest.
My one word originally won a second place
however one word is not enough
to qualify as poetry.
“God like, not so different”
She wrote,
“where do you go to my lovely?”
my response,
“I sink into the screen
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of time, the ballyhoos
clap apathetically warning,
"watch out, incoming, car wreck!",
more like a shipwreck
broken-in-half, sunk in the deep,
treasures scattered on
the seabed, keys missing
loot unreachable
the flotsam of an ego
jetsam to lighten the
sinking load, arriving
amidst the shallows,
half cracked open
on the Ocean's shore,
waiting for the electric storm
to penetrate the brain, then
I become the electric storm
come to defibrillate the broken heart,
the haunting hero haunting heroes
dashed on their cerebral rocks
like Sirens alarmed all going off,
the feet both punctured,
walking over the sharp unopened
and opened broken shells,
mothers of pearls
bleeding stories,
their cornucopia unblessed
blessedly overflowing in the flow
of long nights' bittersweet darkness,
walking from room to room
talking in tongues,
strange and estranged,
adlibbing alienation
through boundless walls,
carrying a heavy cross like a ghost
in a residual haunting,
a storm in a teacup
sometimes passing,
the cake all eaten,
hungry for more
of something;
but on the 7th day I rest
and become God like
pleased with the turmoil
and calm I have jusifiably created,
there I will be seen
heavenly comotosed
resting under the duvee;
I am what I am,
then to the relief
of my monsters,
I fall,
I sleep …
I sleepwalk
commanding them all;
there is no escape.”
“you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?"
the response,
“easier said than done, my friend;
the red shoes are killers to take off."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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“Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.”
Anne Sexton
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Anne Sexton
“I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.”
Anne Sexton
The Three Graces
The Three Fates
The Morai