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THE UNIVERSE
Big Bang exploded on void cosmos creating Universe in nanoseconds.
Space and Time started journey.
Nova, Supernova, Nebulae, Galaxies in misty gaseous canopy.
Quasars, Pulsars, Stars came in successive harmony.
Trivial ordinary star Sun with Solar System in vast Universe
Just comparable with a dust particle in Sahara Desert.
Tiny Earth feels shy not being salient.
Human race in trifling position amidst flora and fauna of Earth
Personal importance is ridiculous:
Where am I?
07/02/19
Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.
The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why? I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling.
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.
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We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
No we may never have fought in a great war,
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death.
People wave to us, but few know who we are
and most on a good days run could care less.
Like the organ grinder's monkey from days of old,
we have been repeatedly trained to do a task.
We do a job few would even consider doing
and most would not even attempt to try.
A job burdened with ever growing responsibility
due to the minutia of a ever expanding bureaucracy.
A grossly undervalued, underappreciated profession
designated part-time by thoughtless administrations
that mouth how important we all are once a year
only to persecute us for every trifling thing later.
If you are lucky enough to survive a number of years
without resigning or becoming a sacrificial lamb
on the altar of a fearful self serving public face,
you will get a tiny pension for your devoted service.
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
The tolerant souls that routinely put up with
a few rude demanding manipulative parents
and their insolent misbehaving little darlings
just to be able to serve the greater majority
of decent well meaning thoughtful parents
and the precious treasures of tomorrow
they have temporarily entrusted to us.
Like a hamster running on a little wheel,
we go around in circles every single day,
but unlike the hamster we must summon
every instinct and learned skill to insure
every turn we make is executed flawlessly.
We are kept aloft on our spinning wheel
by the deliberate hands of a caring heart
and the many small souls seated behind us
that come to trust us not to make a mistake.
We are the one person in their little lives
that are not allowed to ever let them down
for neither of us may be able to live with it.
We are their school bus drivers...
Nights you know I held you
I could never leave you
I just want to tell you
I would never fail you
At thirteen you were telling me to calm down
Selfishly I replied I’m not trying to stay on this earth
You see measures are trifling and beyond their worth
I’m going to continue doing me until the end is all I see
You call it a death wish I assume I’m living free
Anti-territorial yet no one stands next to me
For burdens in time have captured a short life expectancy
I make you laugh tear and smile
No fantasies of a greater guarantee
I know my wrongs
But I’ve been submerged in vengeful songs for so long
That I can’t find my way home
Am I bugging
I told her I loved her
Now the closest we get is digital hugging
Send, reply, good bye
A son of seven mothers
Don’t cry we had some bad times
But I realize
The blues won’t come unless you live your life
I swear before my last name I had mine
Nights you know I held you
I just want to tell you
I could never leave you
I would never fail you
When I tell you I’m still in school
You shrug and ask when will I finish
I tell you I’m a bad judge of character
You tell me my art is detrimental
Insisting that I shouldn’t forget
But it’s not a flame I’m willing to rekindle
In this life I’m subsequent to sudden storms
I guess it’s just where I’m coming from, calm
It was nothing, a few silent alarms
Seen a more subtle time
Chasing geese and hen back on the farm
Now I’m trouble and moneys my struggle
How can I respond
I feel you have tuned your shoulders
forward toward a decent summer bloom
Above my head
I’m trying to catch up to things you’ve said
I’ve become a heartless person and I apologize
You can abruptly see it worsen in my eyes
Desensitized in cursive but my feelings don’t lie
An everyday funeral left a good sigh
I’m trying to bury this artistic side goodbye
Nights you know I held you
I could never leave you
I just want to tell you
I would never fail you
#13: Close One, & Cigars
To the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers,
loose ends of the created stoic string
crisscross a heedless sea of empty tears.
In the facade of guilt, all seems trifling.
Metallica Horizons all are round,
languages changing from their Mother Tongues,
World Clock, reassemble to Zero down.
New tastes, new sounds ... The Song of Flower Drums
from Southerners, not quite, the cowboy type.
Bowls bleed of beets, ... have fun chow from Macao.
Americans, ... where? ... flagless world, all hype ...
Russians, Chinese, there ... steak, Mindanao.
Ex-lives work as one, building their Starships,
human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips.
My clawed nails hover over library setups,
one is circumspect and so guarded,
where I quake eyeball entrapment mode,
with desktop oozing clever poly functions,
that limitless latitude bespoke of,
glowing brochure reference point,
as I adjust the red velvet cushion,
swivel seat design for comfort,
to buffer strained skeletal assembly,
the posture of my carcass inter alia,
composure, composition, connection,
apt for true romantic often dreamer,
I'll discover subtle prose and penmanship,
the fitting unfeigned worship word capture,
despite a cipher such as me at high helm,
that would bewilder straight from birth shrewd,
of that neat modern context sibling fashion,
but where and when must I attempt,
concentrate, have a stab, random shot,
whilst dour staff member's explanation,
of the obvious (to them) bizarre buttons,
array of digit stretcher obstacle extent,
and their tongue straining (at least to me)
cogency to this perfervid project soft spot,
in my judgement a prompt own enterprise,
under snug glow of one so deeply loved,
I wish to mould peerless pillow phrases,
in the parchment of a broad text field,
a blank vacuum outlier germane paddock,
inviting serenader ruby-rim pulse rhyme,
from doe eyed maven on solemn quest,
such as I to woo and weave opal gems,
purple moon of enchanted epic oaths,
that is shrouded linger oe’r poignant mutualism,
postcards, Christmas cards, birthday cards,
they are hearty plenteous in each type,
did I omit the jewel engraved anniversary?
if I did a paltry plea is mere trifling token,
for such incidental oversight benchmark,
yet I gaze bemused at such electric galaxy,
that coordinating camp dispensation on screen,
fondly touted as maximum customer choice,
dainty dots, divine dashes, hue stain icons,
one now has with ample deft adornment,
at disposal of this reluctant faint hearted suitor,
whose limp gumption might falter at first step
There was an eagerly keen schoolboy,
Who when used the Greek term ‘hoi polloi’,
His teacher, a pedant--
A kind of stinging ant,
Corrected it to ‘the hoi polloi’;
Sir, my apology,
Ain't it tautology?
No, use grammar, boys as would a toy!
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In Greek, hoi polloi means ‘the people’. Thus, hoi is the article ‘the’, and when we say ‘the hoi polloi’ which is the way the expression is used in English, there doubtless is tautology. But usage determines grammar, not the other way around. Further, when we say ‘eagerly keen’, there too is some tautology as well. Further, the word pedant comes from French and Italian, and perhaps from Greek ‘pais’, whose teacher is called pedagogue. Pedant earlier meant only a teacher, but later on acquired its today’s meaning: one who lays excessive stress upon trifling details of knowledge.
My fellow poets might have sometimes faced comments that border on being pedantic.
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Ways of words |04.06.2020|
Topic: humour, school, boy, teacher, apology, tautology
Materialistic things fulfill us temporarily...trifling with our emotions,
but their shallowness is discerned with bitterness:
when they can't save a life even with invoked mercy so tense...
as powerlessness turns into hopelessness;
can faith help us make the painless transaction into the eternal realm,
without fighting the menacing darkness bringing in a tremulous scream?
Separating ourselves from the deceptive entity
is the wisest thing humans can do, to avoid
the misleading fact that anguish doesn't exist,
or that regret isn't stronger than sympathy;
sorrow is a passable trouble, which makes us somber,
and somehow deepens the furrows on our sour faces!
Prophets, saints and holy persons thought deeply and understood this,
devoting their lives to a more rewarding vocation,
which demanded great sacrifices in return for salvation;
and today, in this era of sophistication and unbelief,
do we see any real ones, not the impostors who seek fame,
and proclaim their intrepid message to shelter themselves from blame?
Unscrupulous financiers, like Madoff, and bankers drain accounts with remorseless intent,
and when they are caught...they choose suicide over punishment;
is this the world you like to live in...with fraudulent individuals, who cause
tougher economic times to satisfy their greed at the expense of others?
Questions can become doubts that draw a negative response to any survey,
sacredness is valued more when we separate ourselves from the deceptive entity!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
THE BEGINNING
Cosmos once void, all around emptiness.
In vacuum Big Bang exploded.
Vibrant Cosmos created in nanoseconds.
Space and Time started journey.
Gaseous clouds forming stars twinkle, burn fuel
Nova, Super Nova, Nebulae, Galaxies
brightened in gaseous canopy.
Black holes, dark matter hid themselves
Quasars, Pulsars, Stars, Planets came up in succession.
Life and death of small star through Red Giant to White Dwarf.
Trivial ordinary star is Sun.
Placement of Solar System in vast Universe
comparable to a sand particle in Sahara Desert.
Tiny Earth feels shy, not being salient
Human race occupies trifling position
amidst diversity of Flora and Fauna on Mother Earth.
Personal importance is ridiculous.
Where am I?
10/02/17
The Cosmos Contest by Thvia Shetley
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Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019