Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
Far Side of the Moon
Winter and summer begin on a solstice
That marks the shortest and longest days of the year;
Spring and fall arrive with the equinox.
When the sun is closest to the equator
And day and night are of equal hours.
Daily, the Earth spins on its 23.5-degree tilted axis
Called its “obliquity” and orbits the sun once a year.
And this orbital plane gives rise to changing positions
That usher in opposite seasons
In the Northern and Southern Hemispheres.
The Moon orbits the Earth every month
(Synchronized with its rotational spin on its axis)
And spins at the same speed it orbits the Earth
And explains why the near side of the Moon is always in view
As seen from Earth and the far side remains a mystery.
***
Notes:
In October 1959, the USSR spacecraft, Luna 3, transmitted back to Earth the first images of the far side of the Moon (the side unseen from Earth). The Chinese rover Yutu-2 landed on the far side of the Moon on January 3, 2019, and found the lunar soil to be stickier than on the near side facing the Earth.
In a mishmash of the ubiquitous
Consonants peppered with vowels
Thoughts flow as my hypergraphia grows
Building fireworks of prose
Upon scraps; line or unlined sheets
With a restrictive verse
I the Poeter can be quite terse
A thought provoking reshaper
A tessellation of text into rows
As this near Rondeau Prime is set to close
Lest, we not fail to mention semivowels
With the aforementioned in mind; it was never meant to be obliquitous¹
02-03JUL18
¹ exhibiting or characterized by obliquity²
² an obscure or confusing statement
We met in a far off constellation
While dancing between the stars
Waltzing with celestial spheres
Doing tango with asteroid fields
We were dancing in the nebulae
And exploding with neutrino stars
When we spotted each other
In the obliquity
And in that single moment
Our eyes did meet
And the love made a connection
In that moment we became twin flames
In that moment
Out heats became ablaze
In that moment
In the dark void that is space
We became like supernova’s
Showering the universe in light
Sending out a heatwave
And as we were blinding space and time
We were euphoric
And we were bright
We were the love
Lighting up the darkest night
In that moment
We were universal love
In the moment
Deep within the stars.
An afternoon sunlight
carried a shade of winter,
an oblique sharp razor
that stretched my skin
and again I live, those northern seasons
with a feeling of deep intimacy,
the warmth addicts long for.
After the agony there is joy
resplendent as now
foretold by the decadent
song of my city,
sank and reborn from beneath
always, again and again
as water recedes from the river.
The choir of the stretched trees,
spreads an intense mantle of ochre
resplendent on the porous walls,
it resounds all along.
I saw your face sunk
into the depth of an alley
your thin hands white as snow
handing the dripping cold water.
I stood obviously embarrassed,
my sight blurred, my eyes teared
I pretended to search the stacks of old books
for an appealing title
“None is yours” you have whispered,
freezing sound of truth.
He was chasing the white dragon
as he sat puffing on his hubby bubbly
soon he was afloat in a world of dreams
not a care in the world for his family
who would, again, go hungry this night
He sat squandering his and their lives
carried of into obliquity by the heroin
his two daughters crying with hunger
still he puffed on, lost, lost to them all
consumed by the white fiery dragon
An addict to the power of the drugs
forever lost to their grasping clutch
written 08/07/2013
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