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The man in the bar
I met a former airline pilot in a crowded bar
we had to share a table, a thing I do not care for
Without introducing himself, he said he was
studying Einstein’s relativities theory.
I said it was too complicated for me and opened
the racing section in the newspaper.
He said it was easy and proceeded to tell me
how easy it was:
“All clocks strike twelve at noon, but not at
At the same time, it depends on the time zone.
in a vacuum, clocks never move as they need
a gravitational pull to push time forward, the pull
depends on where the clock is placed, therefore
time is relative depending on space and time.”
I tried to look rapt and looked back on the racing page
a horse named Scandinavian beauty had good odds
I thought of a girl I once knew who lived across
a bridge; wished the time had been more relative
go back to things before I got old.
Ps. The horse came in fifth; we can’t always win.
The revelations of God – HOLY ONLY YOU O’ GOD--
"Holy you?
You are
Only, only you?
The revelations of God
And is the guiding holy text of the Christian religion.
Of holy? “blessed.” relationship between holy and whole;
In the religious sense probably developed
From keeping believers spiritually whole —
And pure Holy only exalted worthy of complete devotion SURE
God as one perfect
In goodness and righteousness
DIVINE for the Lord our God is holy
Only devoted entirely to the deity
His the works of the deity a holy temple
Holy prophets having a divine quality of holy love
Hallelujah
Venerated as or as if sacred Holy Scripture
Living word Jesus, might holy councilor
Only one thing that is true,
God’ appropriate,
Necessary in a particular situation, in contrast
He’s never unordinary
He’s all the truth the only true,
He’s in the sense of just, Merely
At the moment He’s no theory.
He’s never weary
God is just
Simply just
God is purely just
Merely just only God
He’s more than
Nothing but only God
Only
At most He’s most
Only, Always only God
My God, Our God, Our God is Holy Only-Hallelujah"
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P"
"I" before "E" except after "C"
"Two plus two equals four.
Three plus one equals four also for sure."
"In fourteen hundred ninety two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue"
"North America, South America, Europe, Australia,
Africa, Antarctica and the seventh continent Asia."
I've covered all subjects ranging from reading to geography
as examples of education through the use of poetry.
I've always harbored a theory secretively
that we could better education through the use of poetry.
It's like that song redundantly playing in your head to you.
When you're exposed to poetry it stays with you.
I've personally termed poetry "The Mind's Mental Glue"
Here's another example of education through poetry
for those who seek a medical degree.
"The leg's skeleton is composed of the femur, crus and foot bones,
but the foot also has detailed bones of its own."
Burning embers, star-lit rocks
Phantasmagoric shapes, unorthodox
Multi-ringed wonders, Neptune and Saturn
Gossamer circles, elliptical orbital patterns
Asteroids, meteorites whiz and hurtle by
Miniature marvels, dazzling gems on high
Take a deep breath, scan the whole galaxy
Luminiscent candles, jack-o-lantern fantasy
We've photographed the planets, measured them too
Taken their temperatures and broadcast the news
That they're four billion years old and began with a bang
But now there's the multiverse theory that recently sprang
Up, along with the oscillating universe hypotheses
By which several scientists swear that they trust
And if how it happened isn't mystery enough
Then there's the who-done-it of the who-did-it
~ Now that's really tough!
I'm not a sinner; by bar-dancing I earn my living,
Pennies of my labor I gather, to God, thanksgiving;
Cloths meager; body a leafless bloom; yet, I have morals,
In feeding the stomachs wait for me, lies all my laurels...
Poverty, like a dark cloud, often my existence shrouds,
I find me standing naked amid hilarious crowds;
They tease me; toss me; tear me; undress me with lusty eyes,
They mock and knock; I bear them hearing within many cries...
Food is what my body needs; and plenty of love and care,
As I do not get them full, my love with others I share;
My old mother and fatherless children are my treasures,
To see them joy brim-filled, I go mad beyond all measures...
The male monsters, that fateful day, clawed me like hungry hawks,
Ready to tear, lust overflowing, like flummoxing fox;
Shouldn't a bar-dancer have rights for her own chastity?
Should her deprivation design her life's dull destiny?
Immorality turned morals; chaos, laws; sinners, saints,
Had I not built my spirit, brick by brick, amid constrains?
I struggled, like virgins of old, praying to the supreme,
Did the flesh-hungry, care to feel, for my heart's endless dream?
Helpless, might be like Maria Goretti, I did find,
The steep passage, like a deep wide, large well, lying vacant;
A self-stricken thud; and a jump; there did end my story,
Suicide - they might laugh - yet to me, it's a victory...!
They might probe and would weave many an awful mystery,
With my mother and children too quiz many a query;
Life for the righteous human beings dawns often the same,
If you are ready to compromise; you could change the game...!
Yet, what's life? What's wealth? What's cozy luminous luxury?
Above the inner truth could one find any theory?
One might find my act, foolish and waste, in this times present,
Yet, isn't meaning in life, more than assets abundant...?
...21-Year-Old Delhi Bar Dancer Falls To Her Death...
14 December 2021
I wish you knew the depth of knowledge gained
How instrumental are your thoughts to me
Through teaching what I’ve learned, I have been trained
To revel in my self-efficacy
Attention and retention play a part
To reproduce the model, I am keen
And motivation soars above the chart
When victory is felt and also seen
To read of you in books and realize
Your thoughts have left a mark that will abide
Like you to deepen learning is the prize,
I’m longing for, and I won’t be denied
Vicariously, I live within the realm
Where knowledge is a living entity
A place where greats like you stand at the helm
where life-long learning’s our identity
I had to pen these words, to let you see
That I admire all the things you’ve done
Your brilliantly well-thought out theory
Is why a place in hall of fame you’ve won
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Hand gun
Shoot Theory
Bullets aim
Victims with names
Totally lame
Kill instance
Never stand nor rise
Close to the heart and hitting home
Each door becomes harder to roam
Families who mourn
Freedom that’s said, but hard to believe
Pistols and the hands behind
Wonder and yonder of hope
A world on hate that needs to think and cope
Guns are no joke
Lives cut short
When will guns finally end?
It’s up to Washington to respond in gun’s disappear
Living in Gunsmoke
Away with guns and let’s communicate
Families would love to see guns pull back
Let’s us all associate and appreciate
Guns have no place
Senseless murder a waste.
Underworld, of changelings,
where shadows loom,
There lies a world, vitrified, consumed,
Its surface hardened, a relic of alchelimes,
a testament to sorrow, frozen in language
warning signs.
Once a haven of life, brimming with dreams,
now encased in glass, a tragic plightstoscene.
Whispers of laughter, now silenced,
veiled by the icy grip,
by memories assailed upon it's sardonic lips
North, stood a river, flowing,
purely succumbing to the liquid cascade of dreams.
Now stands a monument,
empty and obscure,
a sewage treatment plant of fear
and conspiracy, not theory,
but excremeofsupremacy
of Triremes of war eclipsing peace and prosperity.
A mosaic of black emotion, punishment's devotions.
Change resides in this vitrified tomb,
like fangled shards
of black mirror cutting Bards and Poets in handling, reflecting from corpused firmament womb, harpypsychords in accord with gloominess
and despair
etched on its face,
Obsidian tears.
The competing vision of the North-
sees a great Western deluge. A revival of the Sisterlings and the Brotherly.
Beasts roam like children in caravans
to witness mankind,
to pay homage for eyes opened,
having seen for the first time,
how things are meant to be, sublime.
Form:
People surround until they stop expecting……...the upright stands alone…an intelligent walks alone……moral and ethics struggle to prove themselves right……friends and relatives are born disguised competitors…smiling faces burn inside……money is all that allures, attracts, builds and shreds!
The purpose of living has some how changed. Sadly love, need, relations and satisfaction just have one synonym and we call it ‘Money’!
Just opened my eyes and looked around.
To see relations and loved ones surround.
Warmth and love galore a protective enshroud.
To the relations _ my treasures I bowed.
Powered emotions hazed out the vividness to decode.
Seeking requite bleeds as most excruciating pain to hound?
Smiling faces, comforting gestures confound.
Meaning of life, someday somebody may expound.
Altruistic and empathizing hands of those who smilingly crowned.
Laughs and gags of illusive friends abound.
Sinking heart still eager as sleuth – hound.
Ability to serve the greed _ monetary worth redounds.
Disquiet feelings are profound.
Greed is love and money impounds.
Magic of money is spell bound.
Meaning of life astounds.
WORD REFERENCE:
Sleuth – hound: an eager investigator
Altruistic – unselfish
Astound – Surprise
Impound – Seize and take legal custody
Profound – Very great or intense.
Redound - Contribute greatly to (a person's credit or honour)
Hound – Scare
Abound – Exist in large number
Expound - Present and explain (a theory or idea) in detail.
Confound - Cause confusion in (someone), especially by not according with their expectations.
Enshroud – Envelop completely and hide from view.
Disquiet - A feeling of worry or unease
Dear Curious Youth
And inquisitive Sleuth
I present to you a quandary
A baffling report
An enigma of sort
Whenever I do my laundry
It’s quite odd enough
That some certain stuff
Go missing before I’m through
Between warm, rinse and cold
Sort, hang and fold
I find one sock instead of two.
Despite diligent seeking
Specifically speaking
And searching high and low
And just to be clear
I have no idea
Where the missing sock might go
So I’m left empty handed
Or single-sock stranded
And am leaving you in charge
So you my dear friend
May soon apprehend
This sock-napping culprit at large
I must soon leave this place
And commence my next case
Please continue with my query
But before I go
You ought to know
I’ve formulated a theory
Just thinking this through
And an evidence review
Consider this please, I beg
It’s rough and brief
But the brazen thief
Might only have one leg!
Be smart and reflective
My washroom detective
It’s now entirely up to you
To determine the fate
Of this Laundry-gate
Your Good Friend,
Nancy Drew