After all was said and done
Before I’d reached a clear conclusion
Could It ever be the same
Down the years of trial and error
Estimation of the future
For the best determination
Going over and again
Heading nowhere so it seemed
I should know by now much better
Jeopardy is never distant
Killing time is not the answer
Living life not in the present
Makes no sense to blame another
Never taking a decision
Only makes for consequences
Postulated not by me
Quite opaque the future seemed
Reason lost in the confusion
Still it never is too late
To pick up the shards of life
Undismayed by past disasters
Vesting promise in the future
Wing and prayer the mode of travel
Xerox me with better answers
Yield them for consideration
Zest of life the validation
Had been battle torn,
Which is way Priest's robe was warn;
Saved from sin one morn.
Our sins should be shorn,
So we will have been reborn;
Heard call of God's horn.
Things love that adorn,
Forget sad things that forlorn;
God will always warn.
While we had waited,
Our priest had postulated;
On concentrated.
God placed great glory,
Into Son and His story;
Both Wig and Tory.
God is on each side,
So in Him we will abide,
While we do confide.
Priest is dead ringer,
For someone a poor singer,
And likes to linger.
?Great re-arranger;?
?And our priest seems no stranger;
Babe in small manager.
Jim Horn
While watching TV, heard someone say “copulated”
Mistaken for a word for lotsa people like “populated”
Very important it is
Language isn't a quiz
Must try hard to be a whole bunch better postulated
There is in circulation a video clip on whatsapp messaging service...
About a sophisticated attempt to vouch for Galileo's take on things that fell......
The learned man, bless his departed soul, bravely postulated to widespread awe..
That barring air resistance, all objects suffer the same rate of fall...
In a vacuum, a heavy ball and a wispy feather, they take the same time to fell...
It defies the everyday reality we observe outside when things fall...
Only goes to remind us, namely you and me, we have seen it all...
We are ordinary humans, we have never wondered at all why things fall...
Until the day another fella, Newton was his name, reasoned out why the apple fell...
Sitting under a apple tree, he chose to query the reason why an apple upon his head it fell...
To this day children the world over suffer to master the spectrum of scientific knowledge. ...
That good old Galileo and Newton started the day the latter questioned why the apple fell....
Of course, if they had not been around, science as we know it would be rather tame...
And Neil Armstrong would probably be an obscure name, bereft of his moon walking fame...
Perhaps,
there are just too many
writers of poetry out there,
I have read their poems with joy and sadness.
Gathering their thoughts and parlaying them
to images seen and postulated
with the eyes closed shut but seeing
life in their embellished dreams.
When I was a child of nine or ten
I longed to be a writer of sorts,
visionary, ingenious provocateur,
storyteller, unraveler for and of the times.
So many others beat me to it,
displaying my words with a better grace
and said what was on my mind,
beating in my heart, living in my soul
spoken well, far better
and more eloquently
than I could.
Never number one,
always second, third or more
still, some inner need
forces me to keep trying.
Therein lies the me,
determined and persistent
as with life, ever moving forward,
looking for just a little more.
Corinthians 9:24 clearly states
"Do you not know that in a race all the runners run,
but only one receives the prize?
Run in such a way as to take the prize."
So I'm running
as fast as I can
hoping and trying always
to become number one.
The theory of everything
Which even an Einstein could not divine
Remains the goal
Four fundamental forces making the universe what it is
Electromagnetism, weak interaction, strong interaction, gravity
Each with its own mediator particle that makes the force a force
Photons, W and Z Bosons, Gluons and Gravitons are their given names
All for the Graviton proven to exist
Completing their journey from postulation to theory to discovery
Only the Graviton awaits a Columbus
But herein is postulated the existence of a fifth force
More powerful, more complex than the other four
Failing, to date. to command attention in the field of physics
The powerful universal force named ....LOVE
Its mediator particle, here in, called CUPID
Difficult to discover as is the Graviton and like the Graviton it has no mass
Because it too must act instantaneously and at long distances
And has, as should be expected, a spin value of 2
Once the CUPID is discovered the theoty of everything will be complete
And when do these empty minutes
Become gifted tomorrows
Does the love from a crooked smile
Coagulate into a joyful tear
Can the touch from a veritable want
Blend into reformed breaths of a tilted gratitude
What purpose would ultimatums serve,
If it only knew what should not
Be taken for granted
When do these empty minutes
Become gifted tomorrows
For I count on the arms of postulated solitude
To breathe into me
To breathe into me
These empty minutes
©Drake J. Eszes
Is Your Refrigerator Running
Late at night while sleeping or in a trance
Contemplating philosophic thoughts about the universe
Children called on the phone and postulated
An age old question about refrigeration
They shouted loud into the receiver
“Is your refrigerator running sir?!”
(I added the word “sir” since they did not… they must have forgot)
I checked my refrigerator quickly and checked its pulse
Looked inside to discover cold, outside was running hot
Somewhere about its lower region it seemed too hot
The children were so wise, so smart, so intelligent
They astutely suggested that I go and catch it
My refrigerator was running wild with fever
I did not want to get or catch what it might have
What if it’s contagious?
Tomorrow I throw my refrigerator away
And buy a lunch box to replace it
One with Batman or Superman on the lid
Refrigerators have become too complicated
I just need a simple box to keep stuff in
I must remember to thank the kids for what they did
A letter To Robert Frost
Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent
We are happy to report a world still turning wild
There are still two roads divergent in the woods
Prevailing, waiting for others to decide
You took the one less traveled
To make a difference as you could
We continue to abide convergent roads
Comply with natures inclinations as our maze
Pulled in some direction not always ours
As for that world that did not die
It did not perish in fire or by ice
As you postulated quite nicely
Both would have equally sufficed
We are in a different place and time
Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense
We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend
6/06/14 Contest: Letters To Poets
WORLDS AND WORLDS OF TIME AGO AND BEFORE
IN EONS AND EONS OF MOMENTS OF LIVES
HAVE INHABITED, ON AND IN WORLDS OF WORLDS AROUND,
RESIDED IN WORLDS OF SEAS IN EMBRYONIC STATE
COMPLETED AND VIED WITH CRUSTACEOUS OBSCURITIES
DID DINE AND WAS CONSUMED IN BONELESS APPETITIVE ZEST
ROMPED AND CAJOLED AT PALAELITHICAL STAGES
ABIDED WITH THE GODS IN SPACES OF YORE
AND SOARED AS ETHEREAL BEING'S WITH WINGS OF ETHER
DONNED SUITS OF ROBOTIC CLOAKS OF ARMOUR
SURVIVED ELECTRICAL BARRAGES OF PERSECUTING CONTROL
DELVED IN SUBTERRANEAN HEWED CAVERNOUS CHAMBERS
AS ASTUTE EGOISTICAL TERRIFIED SCIOPHOBICAL MORTALS
TRUDGED VAST GLACIAL AND TURBULENT TORRID MORIBUND PLACES
COPULATED WITH ABORIGINAL NATURED SOULS
ROMPED WITH FREE ABANDON O'ER ALPINE HEIGHTS
THOUGHT POSTULATED, THOUGHT MADE ALL POSSIBLE
LONG BEFORE THIS WORLD WAS CREATED, I WAS.
postulated by the way out &
through the hand clapping at once on its own
but the forest in the tree when it fell &
the child one left shouting parent at when it
could been have that you one were the said mattered what
when & the how, but why?
of course, “gibberish” did come &
did it when the grammar police showed the face of theirs &
fit did throw they
crying & did they whine?
(babies like little)---
happens what when not being able to understand
grappling with absence an of “reason” defined as by
less talented, less prolific, less relevant
the case is always, not isn’t it?
It is postulated that planets orbit many a star.
Other ones are out there, but they are just too far.
Another world may exist, and maybe not.
Let’s keep this one, it’s the only one we’ve got.
Yes, too many of us are inhabiting this earth.
Its riches are diminishing as we are lessening its worth.
Mankind’s use has been surpassing his need.
He has exploited his resources all because of greed.
Let us all conserve and keep the planet’s green.
We will all be better off in a more natural scene.