Long Solvable Poems
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Sea shells in a child's hands get snatched away by the sea waves.
Long-earned wealth, in cash and kind, is stolen by the burglars.
Kith and kin, who have been in thick and thin, end up in graves.
Love songs sung coyly turn into knells and death bell murmurs.
My precious spouse, my innocent child, and my valued friend
Death has snatched them all. Who will ever replace them? With what?
I, too, am moving gradually towards my grave's end.
Though my soul has flown, I should, in the coffin, remain shut.
Like the messenger of death, is my sadness a warning?
Does this tell me that the zeitgeist is not favourable?
As this isn't monsoon, is the weather, for me, mourning?
Should I search for solutions - solvable and saveable?
Does sadness yet spare anyone, whether they're young or old?
Does it discern whether it's summer's heat or winter's cold?
Weeds
Why do I do so well at growing things,
I don't want to grow,
and do so badly and the other plants,
I work hard to keep alive?
The value of weeds is a question
I have pondered at length.
At first we went to war.
I pulled and pulled the intruders out.
They came back,
their numbers increased
by dispersion, into the soil.
I thought to use chemicals next,
and then looked about at the birds in the trees,
the bees in the flowers,
and the cat next door on the sunny porch.
I also suddenly remembered the dumb bunny...
that comes in the morning,
and eats his fill.
I moved on.
Under further investigation,
I discovered many of the green aliens
offered a bounty of teas,
healing properties,
and editable delights.
I had not considered their usefulness.
Learning new knowledge,
and expanding my world,
made a difficult problem
solvable,
and even provided
an answer to as yet unknown
questions, until now.
Weeds
Life is such a mystery,
Why are we here?
Life can bring misery,
or much happiness.
I am but a mere pebble,
in the vast universe.
Sometimes I am a rebel,
with no direction at all.
Father time has ticked by.
Girl in the mirror isn't me
As I stare I wonder why,
have I been a victim of time.
I behold a stranger's eyes
looking back at me, I am
still taken aback and I sigh.
The puzzle pieces don’t fit.
Life’s an enigma;unsolvable
too many unknown answers.
Why can’t it just be solvable,
its clues are likened to riddles.
Am I just a puppet on a string?
If so, who is the puppeteer?
All of life’s uncertainties stings.
One just gets numb to the pain.
Alexis Y.
03/29/2021
"To Him that made great lights, His Mercy, endureth,
forever"
Man is not God but suffers when
man acts as Him.
He grows weary being Him, or
contrarily plays helpless. Never thinking of asking
God for help.
"In the deep forest I will search for you and find you.
Along the running brook, with awesome leaves, the
Lord is all over the earth. The tall pines sing your name."
"I cannot hide from your presence.
In the midst of the desert, I find you or under a stream."
All our problems are solvable! the world sends us tin
answers to soul longing questions.
We forget this final verse and in so doing, cause ourselves
such pain.
"Do not let your heart be troubled.
And...what do you benefit, if you gain the whole word yet lose your
own soul"
Wishing all a great day!
Panagiota
October 4, 2019
Spaceship !
You know that spaceship is related with
Alien, Moon, Planet, Star, Stun Gun...
You may be right or wrong
I don't want to know it !
Sometime my soul creates a spaceship
I enter into it from my room with happiness
I try to visit everywhere....Soul to soul...Soul to super soul...
I seek problematic truth, solvable truth, universal truth, real magic , ...
I want to reach into the black holes....The signal...
Some great poets, writers, artists, scientists, philosophers
Are searching the destination
And living one place to another place on the space...
They are moving...They are enjoying...They are dieing...
I am observing them from the window of my spaceship !
One day my spaceship will be crashed on the space...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Next to my son's anger
plate tectonics are nothing
to me. His unhappiness
was caused by me.
His purpose and mine
is to catch photons and
store them in our bones.
Time measures change
which continues without
self-doubt. There is no self.
Therefore, why care about
my son's anger
or my guilt?
Why do we have imaginary
numbers anyway?
The imaginary i allows us
to find solutions to many equations
that do not have real number solutions.
It is actually common for equations
to be unsolvable in one number system
but solvable in another:
—with only the counting numbers, we can’t solve x+8=1; we need the
integers for this!
—with only the integers, we can’t solve 3x-1=0; we need the rational
numbers for this!
—with only the rational numbers, we can’t solve x2=2; enter the
irrational numbers!
—and with only the real numbers, we can’t solve x2= -1;
we need the imaginary numbers for this!
Is it possible as Deutsch
suggests that the changes
a self-aware organism can
applying the scientific method
instantiate are innumerable
compared to those of the sun or any big bang?
Therefore, one must care
about the harm you've done
or the good you'd do.
"Death initiates a complex process by which the human body gradually
reverts to dust
but minerals may fill the cracks and voids, bonding the hydroxyapatite
and allowing the bones to join . . ."
in the happy tectonics
of the earth's plates.
Blade to my wrist like a violin
Pain can produce beautiful melodies
Composing a constant struggle
Orchestrating my own orchestra
The cold sharp bow against my strings
Vital arteries are mysterious things
Death of a heart, grieving having a feeling
They're nothing but solvable problems
I'll take Cupid's arrow through my heart
Or a bullet through my mind
Killed by love or loneliness
Bring me to a garden of unholiness
I wont shoot myself in the foot again
I'll make sure the pellets pierce my brain
Paint the walls red
Every ounce that I've bled
I don't care how I do it
I can't push through it
KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOURS
Considering any acquaintance,
proximity is the first preference
to overcome over all loneliness.
Helplessness solvable by neighbours!
Improve your social behaviour.
In urgency next door guys : Saviours.
But in mobile, Facebook or text message
Children, youngsters, seniors on average !
Most of the time all engaged! Time wastage.
Care and share for your next door neighbours.
In need do favour or ask for favour.
Daily chores to run smooth with less labour.
Friends may be far, neighbours at door step.
Be involved: Interact ! Help and get help.
Neighbours for each other, above self.
01/26/23
Acquaintance and Neighbours
Contest by Soto Poet
Voice over
Wind catcher
Coffee maker
Coffee creamer
A streak of moonlight
A scent of sunlight
YOU ARE NO
I am the wrong way
Unlearn
Yield.
Voice over
Wind catcher
Coffee maker
Coffee creamer
A streak of moonlight
A scent of sunlight
YOU ARE NO
I am the wrong way
Unlearn
Yield.
For a dead debt sealing
exactly how should you call
Jimmy Carter directly in solvable white house only to digress
the ever mystic Angelita?
Voice over
Wind catcher
Coffee maker
Coffee creamer
A streak of moonlight
A scent of sunlight
YOU ARE NO
I am the wrong way
Unlearn
Yield.
If a donkey carries a load of wise books,
that doesn't make the beast intelligent.
It’s still a donkey.
An ass is always the offspring of an even bigger ass.
God is you doing bad things, blaming him
just makes it worse.
If at all possible try not to make a child in your image,
especially if your own image is a work in progress.
Problems that you cannot solve do not matter.
Problems that are solvable often indicate that you
were wrong then and now.
If anyone claims to be an expert in anything,
walk away quickly whistling loudly.
Bird poop in your hair is not a blessing.
Fake it, knowing you will never convince anyone,
least of all yourself.
Eating only vegetables may well retard your
muscle memory and stunt your hair growth.
Never claim to be a poet until you have
shed 10 years of mind-sweat,
and discarded enough early crap to
fill a dumpster.
Edit yourself not just what you write.
If you come across a semi-naked guru,
test him by stealing his loin cloth.
If he really has given up all worldly things
he will not run after you with an axe,
but of course you know he will.