* I'm trying out Halloween 'Harley Quinn' looks *
If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?
After watching Harry and Megan Sussex grub for ever more cash and attention, I’ve decided that they should start a OnlyFans site.
We’re going to a booze-free dance party.
“You don’t have to drink to have fun.” I assure myself, in the bathroom mirror, but somehow the event sounds like a high school dance.
I’ve been reading the Internet - was it really a giant squid that sank the Titanic?
...
Panpsychism Is a scientific theory postulating that consciousness is part of the fabric of the Universe.
On the theological level, why would God (or nature) create the bitter taste of espresso and vivid, azure skies slashed with rainbow sunsets if stimulating consciousness weren’t important?
“Colors, tastes and smells are no more than names,” Galileo declared 400 years ago. “(as perceptions) they reside only in consciousness.”
Does life exist, as sensors, to experience stimuli for the galactic consciousness?
Categories:
postulating, confusion, humor, internet, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
what the question was
contemplator put on pause
shifting instead into trance reverie
postulating consequences of asymmetry
ballet thus enacted in perfection of delight
treat for the soul yet we are contrite
because what the question was
was by artist put on pause
18-March-2021
Categories:
postulating, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Would you dance
if the music played long and loud enough?
Take my hand and spin round the floor
looking back at life experiences excited and bored,
short, happy, sad and all too brief,
time steals away moments like a thief
but you and I, we could dance
sway and swirl, waltz in the dreams of the world
for hope and peace, common sense emptied of all grief;
would you dance
take away the postulating circumstance
of who, how and why we are
content in these moments beneath the stars;
smile, laugh, weep tears of joy
trip the light fantastic with Helen of Troy
or your favored prince charming toy;
You could dance
dream the dreams of youth long lost
pay the price of living life's easy choice
or steel your spirit, heart and soul
to forage through the life you know
with me and our love that grows
as time and these melodies begin to slow.
In the end, when all efforts seem to intermix
woud you dance in the last hours that tick
on the clock and final two step dance oblique
when life and love are individually unique;
take me body, hold it tight to his or hers
and lightly trace the memories explored
while in the dance. I am forever yours.
Categories:
postulating, age, dance, death,
Form: Rhyme
MY LIFE IN VERBS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating, Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being.
Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting, Complying.
Enrolling, Attending, Learning, Reading, Writing, Socializing, Growing, Formulating, Postulating, Rejecting, Rebelling, Calming, Weighing, Accepting, Working, Earning, Idling.
Enlisting, Training, Deploying, Ambushing, Engaging, Killing, Wounding, Bleeding, Shaking, Praying, Repairing, Convalescing, Moving, Discharging, Homing.
Enrolling, Attending, Studying, Learning, Graduating, Working, Earning, Managing, Enriching.
Searching, Finding, Wooing, Marrying, Parenting, Guiding, Counseling, Bragging, Encouraging, Steering, Babysitting, Gloating, Watching, Glowing.
Retiring, Cruising, Visiting, Traveling, Tiring, Resting.
Aging, Slowing, Aching, Suffering, Failing, Ailing, Fading, Dying, Stiffening, Freezing, Cremating, Scattering, Nothing.
Categories:
postulating, analogy, death, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Donald Trump
Once reality star
Proffering supremacy is white
While postulating the Alt-Right.
Categories:
postulating, anger, angst,
Form: Clerihew
Within a whirlwind of change
The mouth of modernity passes
And we casually cast images
Of past protruding post-hate
We find ourselves fiddling
With harpoons to harken our
Wayward wise dominion of doubt
And plush positivity ponders
Upon the usual ubiquitous volumes
Of man towards twinkling power
Positioned round the bend believing
Boasting of boring casualties causing
Catastrophic reams of reality
Revealing the end of times within
Our open hearts, removing the hatred
That harvests there at times titillated
Where wisdom comes lost
And heartache can hone in
We actually activate astounding
Painful pastimes that masturbates
The mind into dynamic dimples of
Doom, postulating the position
Of one’s own imagining, boasting
Of belief within the timelessness
Brought on by harvesting honor
Oh the horror, we feast upon fowl
And never do we accomplish the
Activities needed to sway a sovereign
Toast towards twin minds left to
Meander within most grave moments
But left to leave us blind and longing
Russell Sivey
Categories:
postulating, fate, longing, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Trump the President Acrostic
By Franklin Price
1/14/2017
The twentieth is coming soon
Reserved inauguration day
Undeserving is the one
Most democrats still say
President, he will become then anyway
The people's vote has spoken
He's there for swearing in
Entering the top spot with a win
Postulating possibilities
Resigned to make the deal
Everyone will watch him
Show what made his appeal
Installing walls on borders
Delivering for the vet
Engaging with his tweeting
None have fired him as yet
Touting jobs for all the citizens, you bet!
Categories:
postulating, political,
Form: Acrostic
She awakes each day to it.
She ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
She bathed in it.
She let it wrap it's postulating arms around her.
She made love to it.
She lovingly cursed it, and then realized it's tangible effects on her.
She'll forever remember the start of it.
It was at the beginning of her bastardly life, but then it disappeared for a short period of time when she was under the nurturing care of her grandmother.
It reappeared with her mother and was a constant companion down the languishing road of poverty, devastation, rape, and abuse.
It came with benefits; a craving for perfection, control, and paranoia.
There was those who tried to take it from her, offering her love and encouragement, but she love only it.
Even a fleeting moment without it, she felt broken .
There was those who tried to name it and handle it, but she knew their falseness and clung tighter to it.
She knew that it dined on her conscious and subconscious, yet she revel with the delight of it.
She was lost inside, it was a hearty choke, but she just didn't care.
Written 12-11-06 copyrighted 2006
Categories:
postulating, depression,
Form: Light Verse
ART IS DEAD MY FRIEND
ART IS DEAD.
Whitewashed and derailed,
By modernism vacuous hand.
That scream empty metaphors.
To cash rich sympathisers
And con-ceptualists scamming our intellect,
with their o so profound egotistical postulating.
About the nature of existence,
And meaning of being.
But it's all smoke and mirrors.
A three card trick.
Unsatisfying unnourishing.
Greasy burgers for the soul.
What would VAN Gogh do?
Probably pluck out an eye,
And sew an ear to his head.
So lets have a moment silence,
In this hour of grief,
As I whisper "art may you rest in peace".
Categories:
postulating, art, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Swirling vistas of such sweetness found floating through the auspian air ~
Pen to pad calibre idioms beyond the verbs measuring these tidewater inkwells aside
Beauties, evergreen genetives in red, white and pinks, pronounced; Camelots dreams....
Testimonials of daybreak amid the pacific keynotes?!
Her ambient adverb treasures, gently washing upon the shore inside, my thirsting soul ~
These syntax reasonings postulating now their exotic gatherings; stencils
Moonstruck truths at contemporaries point break; subverting the translucent waves
Amplified currents in forms approaching this high tides, ecliptic heart....
Shadows once shimmering their syllables of review; now, a nouns verse!?
Swirling my spirit deep inside this melding aqua paragraphs, seaside melodies; rhymes
In literatures pacific daybreak keynotes ~
Postulating Moonstruck testimonials; syntax reasons floating through the air of this, loves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...."Comtemporary Romance Novel?!"
Categories:
postulating, faith, life, love, passion
Form: I do not know?
(My thoughts about doing the project without getting the credit)
Without grandiosely postulating
I will offer my opinion.
I don't know whom you're quoting,
I presume he's not a minion.
For he's not the one, I'm thinking
who is doing all the work
just for the love of working
while the credit seeker shirks.
Do the work because you're proud of
doing such a peerless job.
The irony in those cunning words
would make a lawyer sob.
The Lords and Earls took all the gain
while the serfs and vassals strove.
They were thrown a larger slice of bread
and told they worked for love.
Slave labor built the pyramids
and so many things since then.
All of the credit for their work
was assigned to lesser men.
The sneaks have used that line before
up past the time of rockets.
They gladly take the backslaps while
they're filling up their pocets.
It's time we had a turn around
and recongize the shirks.
Any credit that is given
should go to the man who works.
6th place
Categories:
postulating, on work and workingtime,
Form: Rhyme
there's a certain kind of rhythymic beat
that can thunder in one's ears
As sunlight slips so silky warm
through freshly opened leaves
It's tragical and magical
as it causes tapping feet
One wonders how on nature's stage
The leaves fall where they may
But this is Spring and everything
is dancing here in May
Blossoms fall and through it all
Dame Weather skips and plays
and green eyed Spring
will have her fling
till lazy Summer days
posturing and postulating early morning Rain
attempts to dampen spirits lost
in chorus and refrain
But early birds had fat old worms
to help their souls retain
and gain a hint of satisfaction
and from the snails with slime wet tails
There is simply no reaction
In the seeding feeding crowd
Sun shines on Rain and in disdain
she huffs off in a cloud
helped with ease by gentle Breeze
who early morning rises
with the Sun who's just begun
with really no surprises
Natures green and sterner
when the Elements concur
but this is Season of rebirthing
animated birds and bees
one a teacher one a learnin'
Maybe Spring is envy green
I'd rather She were always seen
as envious of Erin
Categories:
postulating, nature, spring, green, morning,
Form: I do not know?