Long Routing Poems
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Hands clench stuck in a culinary trench with no French
Devotion can’t bench sensory commotion a saucy wench
Emotions wrench if no whiff on the breeze of cheese stench
Potions & notions quench..ocean lotions tastebuds drench
For a foodie bouillebaisse with timeless grace like Judi Dench
No dodgy Brigitte Bardot politics or slick card tricks of tarot
Go for Gallic garlic gall.. all will enthrall when in Gaul..Escargot
Choir of desire ce soir more beurre.. pot au feu.. boudin noir
The star steak au poivre or oeuvre as they make fresh tartare
Mussel frites hustle.. boozy bustle.. shellfish tussle of a bistro
Cassoulet with pomme puree then creme brulee classics spar
Foie gras a mardi gras or bizarre faux pas in brasserie bazaar
Pastry crew Michelin route could be choux or tasty en croute
Never hasty flavour douche a louche croquembouche maestro
Pouting fondue goo spouting fountains on mountains outing
Creamy tartiflette or steamy andouillette from piggy toilette
Forget Pret get a better baguette cornichons raclette touting
What’s more francois then petit pois or dreamy dauphinoise
Carbs shouting.. barbs flouting.. baked camembert scouting
No doubting dishes with calories sprouting diets are a routing
For some it’s foodie hell for me Heaven..my true blue belle
Fruit de Mer in that terracotta apparel has me over a barrel
Travel under the spell crustaceans relations you fell.. unravel
Shell fish fresh from saline swell my divine dell in La Rochelle
No askance glance at the chance for your palette to dance
In a trance at how they enchant stuff always buff & enhance
Know in advance their cultural stance.. revolution..the lance
Saw red aristocrats dead off with their head no longer prance
Instead perchance adored smorgasbord hoard vive la France
Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in spring air
Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, discovery and glee
Her run after each globe, unsteady, twisted gravity
Her footwork shifts in warfare wobble, no sinkhole falling
Her reach to pop each bubble, circus kerfuffle, giddy,
giggles that swing like a trapeze artist,
while a mother retrieves
unexpected memory
shards of recovery
that coat a guarded self
Neverland jester, a child's guileless glow,
routing air baubles
unconstrained by space,
untethered from fear,
avoiding a fall off the planet
to limited mobility
For sometimes life's march
doesn't start on time
Poem revised: April 19, 2021
I am the pause in a planet’s breath,
a glitch in the code between birth and death.
I am the whisper in fungal lace,
routing news through forest space.
I’m tectonic gossip, slow and deep,
a quarrel continents keep in sleep.
I am the thought a comet had—
just once, before it went full mad.
I’m birdpath memory, sky-sketched lines,
migration’s rumour through tangled spines.
I’m the echo inside an ancient bone
that never quite learned how to moan.
I’m data lost in glacier code,
truth cached along a mammoth road.
I am not God. I am not Man.
I’m what existed before a plan.
I am what silence tries to say
before it backs itself away.
I am the itch beneath your name—
the part of you you cannot tame.
A few hundred ragtag, rabbinic Maccabees
faced the might of Antiochus’ army
60,000 fighting men strong
The Chanukah story we all know
The rabbis delivered Greece a knockout blow
Rededicated the Temple, and with a small cruise of oil
lit the lamps of the Menorah, eight nights in all
Yet in our prayers, not a single word about
the military prowess of the ‘Mighty Maccabees’
We thank God, and God alone, for routing Greece
Mattathias, the leader, and his sons,
five indomitable priests
we praise instead
~ but only for their spiritual feats
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The Talmud asks: 'What is Chanukah?' The above is
(a much-condensed version of) the answer it gives.
(Tractate 'Shabbos,' 21a - 23b)... Also found in the
'Abridged Book of Jewish Law, Laws of Chanukah,
Solomon Gantzfried, (English version)
Mind has gone with the flying withered leaves
Spring moon has dived into the summer pond
Hot ray with golden sight dancing with breath
May lips clutching the hands of rain with fond
June soil seeking the wet cord of showers
Moment of the roaming birds keep no bond
Hearts routing in the fragrance of flowers
Yellow pumpkin smiling with buzzing bees
Ripened fruits craving smell making loser
Sopping little sense is wounded with peace
Orchard of the autumn frost dreaming life
No farewell, let's enjoy the nature pitch
Happy path of the earth life ending no
After sorrow, joyfulness comes, it's true
24.06.2020 Chattogram
The last I think I saw of the rustic scene
Of the age long lore and antiques
Before the spell was cast
Was a dancing constellation in the sky
To the throbbing of drum and flute.
A full moon in golden attire watched keenly
Smiling over the quiet thatched huts
And all around the planes of furrows
Where our backbone ache from tilling
Where young cereals countless had sprouted.
Then we reclined on our bamboo beds
Having over-fed with yam porridge
Yam boiled in red oil, dry fish and hot spice
Watching the live coal glow under the tripod
And transfixed by the distant throb of life.
Suddenly a gust of wind descended
Routing from the western valley
The moon quickly puts off its smile
The throbbing ceased, the stars disappeared
And the coal dispersed sparks of its last ember.
I saw the trees bowed to their lords
The sky mumbled with iridescent light
To the distant vale of palms wriggling
Their braided heads to the dissonant rhythm
Of disco and afro night storm.
First there was only a patch of pool
The pool turned to a running stream
And the stream became a flowing river
And the river expanded into a great sea
And the sea brought forth a white monster.
And the monster foaming and roaring
Routed the huts and tossed us into the sea
In the wild turbulent waves set adrift
On a piece of raft, once our bamboo beds
In dark storm and thunderbolts drift amiss.
Then I was woken by voices of weeping
And complaints; doused and shivery,
There was no thatch or mud walls standing
But a great flood washing away
Remnants of our toils and inheritance.
OF SOUL OVER MIND: A SHARED PERSPECTIVE
Sitting here in the womb of mind,
deep in contemplation, it’s soon realized
that although the mind knows and reveals all,
the power of decision is always left to the possessor:-
The agony of such is that it often seems as if
the possessor’s mind itself is streaming court
that is collectively, a trial scene of opposing
barristers, jury, and chief justice, all in one:
Such is the nature of frustration.
Thus, the mind’s possessor realizes
that the mind is only the revelator,
rather than the decision maker;
and being so, it’s revealed
that the mind’s possessor
must seek wisdom from
its spiritual sources:
Thus, the nature of divine guidance:-
In realizing such, it’s then profoundly realized
that in trustworthy true pleading, we should
ask the Giver to strengthen us with such divine
wisdom and guidance that strengthens us against
the temptations of the nemesis as we spiritual wave
toward the shores of decisions with frothing assurance:
Thus is the nature of our blessed assurance:-
Once decisions are made with divine wisdom and guidance,
the mind merely has to accept and provide the mental GPS
navigation of the spiritual routing of the arrived decisions; therefore,
it must finally be realized that we control the mind, as opposed
to the mind controlling us; for, we are the mind’s possessors:
Thus, be the true nature of mind and its solace, spiritual soul:-
Mind now, this is all in reference to mine,
and not necessarily yours; yet, it is deemed
that we each control our individual minds, rather
than our individual minds imprisoning and controlling us;
for the mental mind is of the physical being, but the spiritual soul
is, and always will be, in and of the spiritual guidance of the Lord:
Thus be the divine, decisive spiritual power of my sharing soul:-
N.B./P.S.: In the onderful oneness
of one the onement
of us, peace and love:
Thus be God’s nature:-
Out in the sea, sailing on a stormy night
With the wind sweeping in fury all around
The racing clouds veiling the moon from sight
Leaving the land for Darkness to surround
The soft sibilance of waves
Growing into a tumultuous roar
The rising tides touching heaven’s seams
And the foamy surf breaking in wild uproar
No beacon to brighten up the gloom
Nor a brave soul around to seek for aid
Face to face with imminent doom
He struggled to wrench through dreads’ ugly hold
On a Benign force, his faith strongly lain
With hope newly springing in his manly chest
Braving the tides and routing the pain
He pushed the oars and paddled to the coast.
July 26, 2022
~ Placed Third~
Sailing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
The Hacker
Vodka
Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows
My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of mist
They only know some monies are amiss
Bots and trojans and loggers too
Tools of the trade
As the cash is readily piled and made
2 million bit coins
400 million Yuan
786 billion rubles, there goes Putin’s new dawn
From Monaco to Luxembourg to Timbuktu
I have all the cash
Stolen from even mighty criminals too
Now I partake in my biggest heist
The crown jewels you can all keep and gaze
My prize is of more value, I shall hack all the days
I trace ip’s, and wires and protocols
Searching for patterns and rhythms and single heart beats
I shall not ever accept any defeat
I sit in my chair, monitors a plenty
Scanning and routing, probing and poking
Kilobytes and packets of data my way
Slowly, I shall hack into the device I wish to sway
Bingo, I got it, I think I am in
Pacemaker number 24-25-poet-of-things
I now control the beat of her heart
As I reprogram her love from here to the start
Pumping away, verses that sway
I shall now control her hearts desires of spring love in May
Captured her heart
Now I hold it in prisons enclave
To ancient romances and poetic rhymes
I know I am guilty of loves worst crime
However now I know her heart is all mine
I shall make it beat for eternity
So that the kiss I shall give on her sweet lips
Will be smiles held forever and a day
I hacked her heart
And I like it this way!
you don't need any glasses to walk into heaven
you don't need any shoes to put on your eyes
there'll be no marriages or devioce
no need to adopt children we're already here
won't need sunglasses for the Son or the Father brilliants
shines forever
won't need doctors cause there'll be no more sickness no more pain
won't umbrella for it ain't no more rain
the Father and Son shall reign together forever
all you need do is come on in
don't need a road map compass or GPX
enrooted routing to heaven's gate
no need for calling for reservations
won't need any fancy suit or tailored dress;
you won't even have to look your best
and the only address, you'll need
the place your looking for it's here called HEAVEN
you won't need no apparel won't need no apparel
the need of apparel for heaven is just bringing your SOUL
don't you wanna go