Did we really dabble daily?
You must be hyper-delirious!
Is it the posit in my eyes;
the recent rosy surprises?
Honeymooners might silkily slide
and slip sleepily into such dreams,
remembered. Still
such thoughts bring to mind
those early reclines of young love.
I can picture you in your red threads,
unveiling of slim
and vainglorious muscles,
the hustle of prowess.
Our steamy windows,
the firsts, the thirsts,
the pinpoint of lusty eyes,
the thrust of vigor.
Do we dabble daily
in linking love,
hand in hand;
the saxophone hums.
Together we slide
through the love tunnel
in the dark,
dangerously drifting
toward the eternal waterfall;
the climax.
Dear poetry, my intrinsic ally,
Inaudible voice striving to be heard,
There’s a lifelong pact between you and I -
Crafting lasting legacy, word by word.
I have wild notions and an endless drive,
You mix the inspiration and the muse,
I pen the drafts, you spark them all to life -
You’ve got the final say I can’t refuse.
Respectfully I gracefully accept
The harsh rejection of a ruthless judge.
So when you deem my rough copy inept,
I vacillate but I don’t hold a grudge.
I posit we two share the ties that bind -
Literally I’m tied up to a chair.
Quid pro quo I reciprocate in kind -
If I don’t pen you, you haven’t a prayer.
Dear, you’re stuck with me, even if you try,
Unless you swap my sweatwork for AI!
August 30, 2026
Oh the layers of thought, as must
Have been needed
That were once in God's mind built up
To support it!
"Egged nest, upwards, higher until
Cracks, soars, unfurls!
First a sphere of weightlessness
Earth, envelopes.
Wherein, light of body, will
A form posit."
Pivot
Perhaps we can
Prevent committing
Perjury if we can
Pivot away from
Prevarication long enough to
Posit the truth when
Presenting ourselves at traffic court
To write some rules that check a text
to posit if it’s human:
a bit like Noah building arks
while lacking in bitumen.
For what’s the pitch, the angle here…
see plagiarism ceased?
To write a code to find fake odes:
that’s some recursive beast!
("Eye of Newt", 2020, original encaustic)
All Things Fall Apart (aka Everything is Nothing)
All things fall apart
because all things
naturally self-destruct
as entropy exerts its shadowy force.
Order, or whatever we posit as non-chaos
is thus fleeting
held up by causes and conditions
that are themselves fleeting.
Thus the shadow of non-existence
permeates all form, all thought,
all notion of existence,
as its true nature.
All things fall apart
through self-destruction
because they never existed
in the first place.
What is this shadowy entropy?
A lack at the heart of existence
who’s existence can only be seen
in its fleeting forms.
And yet, forms arise continuously,
as merely labeled things
in ordered appearance
for our fleeting enjoyment and use.
The question then is,
“What is the creative force?”
Ah, the mystery of mind
vainly searching for itself.
(10/29/23)
From our "One Small Step" to a quantum leap
Into a world most of us do not know.
likelihood exists that we're in too deep,
too far we have come, a switch now to throw:
too late to unmake A.I.*, and they know.
Some scientists posit they spell our doom,
A.I. intelligence surpasses ours.
Then, perhaps, we have leapt a bit too soon,
for A.I. may not smile, lower the bar
when they find humans below their own par.
Beautifully flawless, a designed gift.
Humans spend millions in trying to be.
Some have married them: must not cause a rift!
Divorce won't come easy, they will soon see.
Still, a sad comment on humanity.
Why is it that permission was not asked
to bring an unknown being that will dwell
among us? Perhaps science should be tasked
to unplug A.I., but we know full well
they won't, for as humans, we must excel!
*A.I. is Artificial Intelligence
March 31, 2023
for "Word Challenge--Q Words"
by Constance La France
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1st
it is another day an I’m in it
thanks to the miracle of life
in some way I am a vagrant
scavenging loitering sleeping rough
on the waste ground of unfulfilled promises
note to Self
focus on what there is
not on what illicit dreams posit
lack is relative
energy is there in abundance
but seeds must be sown
before harvest comes near
I am an allegory in the making
a metaphor for the meaning of life
one breath follows another
for the sun align with the stars
the playground of a broken mind
reaches out to the soul in the making
a rollercoaster ride is scary but sacred
every downfall offers opportunities
and the chance of a new dawn
after all I am not a hobo on a park bench
most of all I have a companion
to share seat and settle
with beauty passion intellect and longing
which comes true
as dusk settles and the moon shines along
As if you tether the thesis
I posit you with lines and signs
as if eternity could be planned
hasten you with delimited maxims
may there be a strain
in my heart that echoes
will it dwell needful in my tone?
amidst burns
angle, design, logic
lie the ashes of
had been, is, would be
Written: September 28, 2022
Poor people posit that cupidity
Is synonymous with stupidity,
I argue the incessant zeal for more
Is just a canny craving to keep score.
June 24, 2022
My sparkle is dwindling away,
I am just scouring the edge lay,
Launching the vigor to praying,
Like a dream on this olden day.
Whimsical at loads is bursting.
Nirvana seeps his crux meeting.
He grasped dictum obfuscation.
Scrawled on my ego beguiling
Thus burst in shards of vexation
I posit soothing deception.
Recognized by a focused gaze
Mind that is field to rendition.
Lethargic shifts ruined surprise.
Mental pathway like a sheet maze
Despite bold blowing of the wind.
This is faithful blithe for God praise.
In shackle of land dreaming bind.
Sounds genuine usurped by pride.
illusion bubble with worry.
Is it true to goodness we're blind?
2nd Place contest winner
Written: May 13, 2022
Bubble of illusion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Is love our sconce, dispersing joy
No animal cunning
Are we immune to ego’s ploy
In bliss mists, soul sunning
Negate ego’s posit
Love has no opposite
Head and heart composite
What’s our response
Is love our sconce
05-February-2022
Quietus
They know not everything, this time
Baffled that viruses and some folk actually rhyme
A virus has populations fully beat
Antibodies at the heart of the vaccine feat
Antibodies to which protein in the viral proteome?
Produced by which part of the human genome?
The questions come quickly to mind
Can we join them in the find?
For too long we have been lab rats of a kind
They studied diseases among us they could find
Now we posit, the tables have turned
Black lives matter, black brains can't be spurned
A black bear climbed a tree.
The tree
was not in a suburb,
more an un-walled hiking space.
A concerned cell phone monitor
caught the bear up a tree
while it was being a bear up a tree.
This cannot stand.
A bear up a tree,
almost near to us,
we who jog, walk, or off-road
near the very same kind of tree!
The press are alerted.
News trucks race to see
a bear up a tree.
Pundits posit humane euthanasia,
some favor dope-filled blow guns,
poles and nets.
The bear cannot hear the news,
for it is up a tree.
An outraged dawn breaks.
The bear is no longer up a tree,
it has been spotted
as definitely not up a tree!
For days no black bear is seen
climbing a tree,
or even a nearby tree.
News trucks race to be
somewhere else.
Naught But Smoke In The Wind
Ethereal is…as ethereal does
Bundles of atoms is what we be
Empty space wrapped in cosmic fuzz
Electrons trying to break free
We be something…just not very much
We’re not very material atall
Just wee Protons, Neutrons and such
Smooshed all together in a ball
Yet we think…reason and wonder
What our place in the cosmos is
Question, posit and ponder
Is there more, or is this all there tis?
Our origins are in the furnaces of space
Our destinies as fickle as the weather
Our lives be brief, but our souls stay apace
…Our atoms fate…is to live forever…
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