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To be or not to be that is here the question of ambivalence
Or is it the answer posed as a dire request
Socrates might have a shot and I don’t mean the soccer player
Although goal line technology comes to my mind
A red line a yellow card but the great man never wavers
I know nothing but that I know for sure
While writers split hairs Schrödinger’s cat purrs on the track
A lightening Bolt rushes to the podium of gold
Archimedes shouts Eureka but floats on Delphi’s rubber duck
Can’t even wash the grime without fake news
Nietzsche declares God a diver dead in ephemeral water
A sending off offence but does the referee live
While atoms leap in great quantum faith despite human transgression
The Little Meermaid rests on a philosopher’s stone
Rapunzel’s hair is in truth a mouldy Shakespearean merkin
An impotent scorpion stings Romeo’s tail into action
Mirror mirror on the wall please mend the crack before I fall
Plato’s cave is really a snake pit on the rise
And yet all is well in necessary and sufficient argument’s fashion
Because when I’m not sure I cannot be wrong
To be or not to be: that is here the question (William Shakespeare, Hamlet)
29th January 2020
What is love?
The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home,
Or the Siren song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit night
in a field of flowers
Or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
Or a meandering trail
through a rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
Or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
Or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
Or the rock of Gibraltar?
Love is all that and more,
And yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling –
At first blush, irrelevant
And yet,
It’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being--
"Love is a many-splendored thing!"*
*(P.F.Webster / Sammy Fain)
~"Types of Love" contest by Nayda Negron
To Too and Two Explained
To market, to the car, to the grocery, to the pool, to the snake pit, to the park
In order to, invariably to their thinking, I would do anything to.
The most common to – it can be used most of the time.
Two. Do I even have to explain this one?
Okay.
2.
Too
Too many, too much, too notorious, too simple, too amazing, too priggish.
Too much – use an extra 0.
You can never have too many 0’s when you are talking about too many.
Two. Really?
Okay.
One more time.
2.
By the way, too also means ALSO.
Also=too, too=also, also=too, too=also.
He came too, she grew a pair too, they laughed too.
You really want me to explain two again?
I am too tired, so you had better stop saying it to me.
My muse is tired of two too.
What is love?
The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home
or the Siren’s song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit nights
in a field of flowers
or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
or a meandering trail
through the rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
or the rock of Gibraltar?
Love is all that and more
and yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling,
At first blush, irrelevant
and yet it’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being.
It is here, it is there
and it is everywhere…
Yet, it is nowhere!
It creates mayhem and chaos
if it turns and walks away.
Love knows no boundaries,
It follows no customs or creed;
It cares not for any
race or language.
Not unlike air and water
or the enlivening sunlight –
Vital in good measures
devastating in excess,
Vexing as a thorn but
as enticing as the fragrance.
Love is but love.
No one has seen it
yet everyone is touched by it,
Its constant presence is overwhelming
Yet you’ll never find
if you go looking for it,
It traverses distant shores,
yet it doggedly never
leaves your threshold.
You are born with it
but can never own it,
Forever it hovers around you
but never can you rein it in.
“Love is a many-splendored thing”*
Yet none can explain its true meaning,
It would call through a bullhorn
but you may not hear it,
It merely whispers in your ears
and turns your life topsy-turvy,
More furious than the flowing lava
It would give you the chills if provoked.
He indeed is a poor soul
bereft of hopes and dreams
who befriendeth not love.
(*Love is a many-splendored thing", Lyrics by Paul Francis Webster.)
~"What Love is?" contest by Bobby May
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
I-t's time to forget the fault,
S-aying you forgive someone;
M-ake it easy for your life,
A-ccepting what's been done.
E-asy to forget, it's true, if you possess purity of heart;
L-et animosity vanish, let anger and hatred depart.
M-ake the mistake be forgotten,
A-fter your mind has made up;
N-ever let nonchalant way
G-et into the crack or gap.
L-et the wrong be brought
I-nto the night's oblivion;
C-hoose the righteous path,
M-aking a walk in the horizon.
O-bliterate the mare's nest, as well as the snake pit;
T-ry your best to erase them, eliminating them bit by bit.
G-rave sin is all but nothing
U-nless it's not forgiven;
M-ove on for a fresh start,
A-llowing your soul to open.
W-ords of God can remove
I-ll feelings, tumble and mess;
D-ay twenty-seven September pray, forgetting fault with forgiveness.
She feels your eyes on her like she's a criminal
And the feeling is not deemed subliminal
Manipulate others to see it your way
Minimizing her just makes your whole day
What are you thinking that she would steal from you
In possessions and home, she has as much as you do
The difference being she got her's all alone
You relied on others to help pay for your home
Following her like she's a snake that will bite
As if she has enough venom to strike
Dismissing her as if a servant isn’t right
Putting her out like the trash every night
Holding against her things from the past
A couple of times when she strayed from the path
Teenagers make mistakes the same as you do
Why do you treat her as if she were still two
Criticize her to friends and family
One day you will turn and there no one will be
She has about had it with your dictatorship
Magnify things in your mind ain’t legit
Raised her kids had trials in their teenage years
If she held it against them she’d hear nothing but jeers
Looking for scorpions in your snake pit
Look around closely she's not that viper that spits
Sorry that she has always been your side thorn
You broke her and now the relationship is torn
Don’t you realize yet that she is the only one left
By not mentioning you deny that she even exist
You brag about the children she has born
Yet she is the one you act like sprang from the corn
One day you’ll wake up and soon you’ll realize
Her Teenage mistakes are the reason they thrive
Without those mistakes, you would be all alone
Who is the only one who stuck close to home
Take a good look she's a woman full grown
Think about that when you toss up your bones
5/25/22
Living in the nether
Couldn't keep it together
For a long time wore a fetter
Remaining tethered
Occasionally got tarred and feathered
To your expectations I lost interest if I'll ever measure
Eventually I read a letter
Took off my sweater
Then walked an Irish Setter
With a harness and leash made of leather
I already moved on, but I'm not a forgetter
These days there's a lot of rumor spreaders
Throughout any kind of weather
Instead of settling for lesser
I got to do better at saving cheddar
The same is said for pushing a hard line toward treasure
Felt like I fell into a great rift
Then into a snake pit
Had to escape quick
Before any fangs bit
Instead of staying on the same
I had to change it
Instead of being makeshift
Meanwhile I started to weightlift
Off the leash
To say the least
I sunk in my teeth
And had a feast
Just like a beast
In all directions, even the East
I always wish the best to my nephew and niece
Now I need to accomplish more feats
Until I'm deceased
Became a changed man
Dealt some strange hands
Across a wasteland
Just when it all started to rain bad
Couldn't stay sad
Instead I'll remain glad
If I may add
Regardless of what fate had
I had an adaptable game plan
J-oy you feel deep inside
H-as made eyes see no mess;
A-ugust tenth early morn,
N-ice view removes mare's nest.
E-ach joy you feel deep inside
L-ets your heart beat in mirth;
L-ove of God has brought
E-cstasy to your birth.
D-elight and pure pleasure
A-re here to stay for long;
R-eplacing the snake pit,
A-gony, anguish and wrong.
G-reat joy and excitement
A-re here to make you happy;
Y-our mind never thinks of sorrow, pain and misery.
P-ure joy you feel deep inside
A-ims to cause you thrill;
R-apture and amazement
A-re erasing the coldest chill.
G-ood greeting and wish
A-re now turning the tide;
S-weet regards truly tell about the joy you feel deep inside.
Pavlov’s dogs are salivating
bells of nature ring as
every action yields consequences
stimuli evoke a response and
primeval instincts dance with evolution
‘I think therefore I am’ jingles in the mind
while valid emotions seek freedom
from primordial shackles and chainsaws
‘progress not perfection’ I hear you say
a cornerstone headway and presupposition
for a purposeful life of truthful meaning
it is only natural to doubt in disbelief
so many answers but what is the question
when the personal is political and
belligerent affairs are demeaning
the Self runs riot in justification
as ill judgements and warfare take over
canines drool dribble spit fire
yet monkeys share their spoils and bananas
humans however claim ultimate fitness
in their fight over natural resources
account for behavioural actions
in grandiose faith only in themselves
the planet is crying out for pity and mercy
and of course I am a mere cog in the wheel
spun out of control from kindness love compassion
a whole is more than the sum of
global destruction as the clock keeps ticking
to the desperate sound of destruction and evil
we are brutal self-centered savages
wild at heart and remonstrate
‘it is only the natural state of affairs’
lack objections remorse and reprieve
soothe our consciences with sweet babble of
paradise with apples and megalomania
in a snake pit in which fruit
fall too close to the stem
decompose into rancid cynical cider
ferment toxic venomous black outs
does or should life really flow on its own
slaves to collective insanity wreckage and carnage
we wield words swords mine fields of Ego
and the world and its nature
could be so beautiful without
such axes of evil bedlam instead of
respect for a Universe
so much bigger than greed
07th January 2025