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Are we sure the birds aren't watching us
reporting to a sultan bird who writes things down
have suspected for years
these mysterious flying creatures
that keep to themselves and makebelieve
they don't know English
just ask them the theory of relativity
and they flutter around and poop on people
there must be another reason why they exist
perhaps to wake us up with a pretty melody
screw that, they're just damn annoying
not that I'm concerned
lived an absolutely impeccable existence
one that's written about in manuals
although once I assisted a crow to cover up
a sadistic pecking incidence
where he attacked a little old lady out alone
what joy!!!
please keep this to yourselves...
Are we sure the birds aren't watching us
reporting to a sultan bird who writes things down
have suspected for years
these mysterious flying creatures
that keep to themselves and make believe
they don't know english
just ask them the theory of relativity
and they flutter around and poop on people
there must be another reason why they exist
perhaps to wake us up with a pretty melody
screw that, they're just damn annoying
not that I'm concerned
lived an absolutely impeccable existence
one that's written about in manuals
although once I assisted a crow to cover up
a sadistic pecking incidence
where he attacked a little old lady out alone
what joy!!!
please keep this to yourselves...
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst upon the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst on the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(lol)
I am President McKinley assassinated,
Roosevelt takes office.
I am Einstein's theory of relativity as
Promised.
I am the Harley-Davidson that was
Created.
I am even today no other cycle has
Dominated.
I am MLB's first world series
Game.
I am the disposable razor,
King Gillette is the name.
I am Susan B. Anthony the year
She dies.
I am President Roosevelt when he wins
The Nobel Peace Prize.
I am Oklahoma when it becomes a
State.
I am San Francisco when the earth
Shakes.
I am an explosion in a West Virginia
Coal mine.
I am the wheatback penny with a
New design.
I am the FBI the day it was
Born.
I am the Model-T ford without
A horn.
I am instant coffee when it was
Introduced.
I am color in a photo first
Produced.
I am silent movies at the
Picture show.
I am America modernized by
The radio.
Turbo1904
Memories beyond time
Once embracing my tender wrists,
now tired watches lay dropped on woods,
Waking me up with first ray of sun, asleep with set,
only to find years and decades pass by,
Constant Memories that keep me introspecting,
as I see the twilight appear and wither,
Proving Einstein's theory of relativity,
while people are lost in materialism,
I am being spendthrift with words so sublime,
anticipate they live even after the concluding day,
On every timeline hangs a malignant memory,
to create history and for moving on and on !!
Written Jan 20th, 2015
For contest "Ekphrasis" by Rick parise
Inspired by painting "The persistence of memory" by Salvador Dali
Awarded 6th place
May I taste the unbreakable bond to the perfect union of
Uni and quail eggs.Two true dancers
Stir vigorously
Agitate rice while it absorbs fish stock
May I never acknowledge obstacles to the perfect union of
Uni and sake.Two adventurers
Interlock freely
Fine-tuning Español while rice grains formulating starches
Inevitable extrovert – against all odds
Be Still:
Clouds cuddling while interexchange liveliness
Simply being still ~
Sounds of silence penetrates through skin into core existence.
Fusing breathes onto
Singularity – infinite dense core – falling and falling in, falling high,
Floating and floating deep, floating beyond general theory of relativity
Insanely radiant in seventh heaven melting into ashes,
Carbon.
Grilling in underpants under the moonlight, starlight, flashlight.
Choose this Mentally Sensitive trail by act of will.
Touch the natural color of faith
Or fear
Trust unknown territory of inner compass to Fill a void
Yes, you may ride the accelerator to the perfect union of
Professor and entrepreneur.
What’s more:
Maybe quail eggs lead to turkey sandwiches and squash blossom.
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(Mr. Tongue-in-cheek)
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
© Jack Ellison 2014
For some, ignorance is their strength,
taken false providence to all its length.
To know and not to know, conscious of complete truth
while telling carefully constructed lies to sooth.
Is that the revelation we want to hear,
while overwhelming motions are the tragic to bear.
To the point when one falls into the embarrassing abyss,
realizing that misplaced energies created the false bliss.
The hope that maturity runs through the valley of the shadows,
the freewill seems to polish here its pretenses hallows.
A circle of indemnity as the experience is priceless,
divine providence by its kindness.
Providence is the wise meeting of synchronicity,
seeing the moment of impact as theory of relativity.
Then every setback conceals a vocation,
turning every necessity to preparation.
The rainbow message all along,
colorful gravity what makes you belong
Symphonies of truth as guide for sure,
no need for the embarrassing detour.
The eternal good always open to options to see,
when merciful providence watches over all you to be.
What if mass actually influences the space-time around it?
Einstein’s theory of relativity
What if children beg their parents to buy rocks?
Pet rock craze of the 1970’s.
What if other typists make this many errors?
Monkee’s Mickey’s Mama got rich off this.
What if I could temporarily glue notes to my hymnal?
Choir director still collects on her sticky notes.
What if I had created the baby bottles with handles I knew we needed in 1973?
They are in the stores now, molded plastic bottles with a little loop for fingers.
Would I be the rich one?
What on earth would I do with all that money?
What do I know?