Long Stans Poems

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Premium Member Poet-Orchard

.....the sign read....
    fresh poet-orchard soups
              ....then....
     th'sentry riddled a code
                - x y x -

this quest shunned all....
but the light orchard trees
where-in x marked one spot
not yet taken 'neath the leaves

rained on and....
glittering as rainbowed
concepts blossoming
into a topography of ideas

upon which....
light can decay to
mark times transforming
nature as the fodder of a

stunning reality because....
it exists as an actual
manifestation in the
medium of the mind of

an observer whose self is....
as the leaves
that reflect and
absorb the light

'x' marks concepts....
to be blossomed into 
ideas 'neath the trees
of the poet-orchard

th'sentry replied
'there be your log on which
to wrest your writing as time
transforms your concepts to ideas'


stans sand
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Premium Member Will - a Power

the feathered are creative and...
the raven rates a number one on the
bird intelligence scale of inventive creativity...

different species typify various problem solving...
logic-skill techniques that 'metaphor' creation of some
'cause' by which they reach a specifically desired relative 'effect'.... 

andt being morning the bird feeders were...
low on seed so white-throated sparrows fluttered
repeatedly against the window pane behind which i sat...

"to the garage and the birdfeed" their actions echoed...
in their manner and so in five minutes the desired deed of
a specific human 'effect' was fullfilled as an exercise of bird will power...

the sparrows flocked to the feeders and after eating...
two of them flew to the window and fluttered their wings again
and this time as a 'cause' their actions had a 'thank you effect'...

(yup...i waved hello....they got me well trained....hmmm...oh well     : )

stans sand
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Premium Member Darwins - Six Days of the Weak

in earths long 'daze' of...
evolutionary change life has
heard five 'geo-logic-calls' for a...

few species to not change...
in the 'darkened' days of
massive population decreases...

in answer to the logic calls for life...
to exist on a 'time isle' planet where-in
days be as endless cycles of difference...

monday --->
monday night - be called the 'ordovician mass extinction'
tuesday --->
tueday night - be the 'devonian extinction'
wednesday --->
wednesday night - be the 'permian extinction'
thursday --->
thursday night - be the 'triassic extinction'
friday --->
friday night - be the 'cretecous extintion'
saturday --->
saturday night - be human 'party time'


stans sand
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Premium Member Seven Teen Questions- Decades

every new decade
..one of...
seven 'teen-wonder'
...questions...
was answered

...then...

it decayed to a
...wise-dome...
overhead reflecting
...time as...
simply a topology

...of...

wishing and doing
...and fates...
become 'reality-thoughts'
...inevitably as...
time is a type of mobius strip

...that...

is as self-supporting
...and we...
are part of the order
...of elements...
reflecting the whole set

...as...

the being of change
...nothing 'fixed'...
but mathematical constants
...lending form....
via irrational and transcendetal

...counts...

that reflect time being as
...change patterns...
of no permanent reality
...just randomness...
and a wise-dome called mind

stans sand
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A Smart Kid I Once Knew - Not Funny Comedy, Stayed Alive In Poetry

I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan
I wonder why they are called kurds
I wonder when the kurds would become keese
Just like curd becomes cheese
I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come from “Birdistan”…..
Okay, that kurd-bird joke one time never went down well
One audience I entertained transitioned from swelling to swearing
The agitated audience looked at each other, left and right
The bird joke got me pelted and unhired, now I'm a fly-by-night comic
The joke was inspired by a 12 year kid I once knew, nicknamed “Talk shop”
He used to hang around the market stands and chatted nonstop
The lad knew almost all of the countries with syllables ending with “–stan”
He bragged about Kazakhstan, Tajikstan, Uzbekistan, with the “stans” he was never done
The smart-****’s Turkistan questions hit me like a slap 
Unrelentingly he tested me to spot Manhattan on the map
I totally lost my geography to the kids embarrassing pressure
The kid burst into a belly laugh when my finger hovered over Asia
In trying to change the subject, I asked him about the story of Tristan
I was zipped into silence when he told me stick to geography and not romance
I asked the kid what his real name was, and how he got an extra memory chip
He said if he taught me how, the conversation would flip
And then he revealed what his real name was with a “My name is Stan, duh!” 
A felt relieved, as adult dumbness left my shoulder
I bet you would know every country and its geographical location 
If it was made up of some weird syllables sneaking up on your name
The cocky kid asked me to test him on anything
I went spiritual, a subject the kid probably had no grip on
I asked him why we confess to a priest, if God can directly hear us pray
He said “so that we can have an eye witness on judgment day”
I tried to get rid of the boy by pretending to be bored
But I let the boy stay, when he told me that I would miss him one day when I get old


Premium Member A Holy-Wood Cruise-A-Fiction

...typically...
news casts overplay
times odds and ends
...that...
everyone sees 'something'
as wrong in news reports
...within...
some density of an ongoing
propaganda that supposedly
...identifies...

the good, the sane, and the ugly
tarzen, superman, and the evaders
...without...
whom nothing could ever be set right
as if the world were a hollywood studiio
...however...
time being defined by irrational numbers
means 'unpredictability' is as nature itself
...so...
the sane 'care' for the sick and the criminal
except when such can benefit those in power

...hence...
a loose nut can collapse an international bridge and or
rust and erosion of a 'comic' turned pull-it'll-call leader
...echoes...
no diplomatic skills for he choruses for self-sacrifice
of a population rather than attempt to right his mistakes
...through...
honest conversations with respect the survival of neighbors
peaceful relations, secure economic futures, and most of all
...lives...


stans sand dust
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Premium Member Time - a Bubble Balanced

a point is balanced by its empty space
contraction is balanced by expansion
gravitation balances space 
mass balances energy

change balances continuity
irrationality balances 'pi-e-phi' numerical continuities
a numerical existence balances the mental illusion of 'change as time'
mass contraction balances energy expansion as/of a bubble of time

a slow burning candle flame balances wax consumption with energy loss

understanding is a balance between input and output
irrational time perceptions are balanced as/by continuities in/of mind
a large bubble is balanced by the number of small bubbles it becomes

no two things in existence are equally balanced space-times
a lifetime is a time bubble balance in a temporary space-time environ
a lifetime is but the balancing of a candle flame with its space-time

find a slowed life time bubble-balance continuity in an irrational lifetime 


stans sand dust
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Premium Member Plus:Minus Left:Right Up:Down

perceiving both sides
at once is as
of an equality
within...

an eclipse-moons light that appears dark and
hence light and dark seem as knotted
mind concepts
within...

perception limits just as left reflects as right
light humour may appear as darker being that an
equality of opposites is as an infinity mobius strip concept
within...

any single mind at any one moment in time to munch input/output
as with having the minds mirrored molars on both sides of an issue at once
and the perceiver pondering a neutrality as readers might perceive some bias
within...

an equality of opposites that a neutrality sums as a zero



stans sand
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Premium Member Sweet-Orchard Poet Trees

(an oldt 'cave wall scratches' write...re-written   : )
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poet trees sweet-orchard door

waking as locked
in a dream of
plato's cave

a sentry there-in spoke
an exit code and
riddled questions

 - c - y - c -
1: see  - why see?
2: why - why see why?
3: see  - why see why see's?

so i pondered...3 -
why...see why see's?
and replied

why's...see why
seeing why...see's why
seeing why...sees why!

the sentry stated - exit...and
scratch your 3 = 2 + 1
outside the cave door then
enter the poet tree orchard

with a pebble i etched -
wise sees...why
why's see...wise why's


stans sand
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Putin's Deranged Press Conference

Putin holds a deranged press conference in which he outlines his plans
For the future of Europe and the world:

- Russia would rule eastern Europe and the Central Asian Stans as in the old Soviet era.
- He would proclaim himself the Czar of Russia, and Xi would rule East Asia and SE Asia as the new Emperor of Asia.
- Teheran would rule Iran and Afghanistan.
- The Saudis would rule the Middle East but would recognize Israel.
- Western Europe would continue as the EU and the UK would continue.

- The US would be given the Americas.

- Africa would be divided up between the great powers.

- The UN would be replaced with a much more focused international organization
  Where the powers would jointly rule the world, cooperate on global issues,
  Such as climate change and space exploration.

A military conflict would come to an end.
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