question burning, cries
answer me before I cool
urgency insists
quickness passes for wisdom
deep thought waits outside the door
paper catches fire
while we search for the answer
ash erases words
haste thins what truth might have said
the quick answer lies ill-formed
the hotter questions
leave far less time to answer
asking feeds the fire
burning time on more questions
until doubt devours the clock
fire lights up the words
bright enough for us to read
while it eats the page
what fire destroys can still speak
through embers buried in ash
time is not the clock
for time itself is the flame
it burns while we ask
what became of our answer
left in ashes asking why
I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
I am content being domestic
until stress turns my calm hectic
and I loudly whimper for a peptic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
I believe the world needs rules
for me to follow as I choose.
Awake, I dream of the 1800’s -
a rustic life with modern plumbing.
On and off contradictions do not stay gone.
I hope it's all right to think this wrong.
Thoughts beyond humans
AI is so full blown
A lot of people want to leave AI alone
Mind matters versus competition in the right thinking
What one thinks is different from AI
Idealistic superior
Words advanced
Human Intellect test
Common sense wins out in Human sense, but AI is programmed to be precise
Electronic component with technological values
The Human mind can never out maneuver AI
AI is ahead of its time in futuristic expectations
A human mind can challenge AI, but would a human mind win in resources given?
The theory of Conquer, Challenge and Exchange
Information absorbed through AI compared to the Human mind
Perhaps more established and tabulation being more sophisticated
Turning complexity into Simplicity
Calculation determined in quickness
AI would do it smoothly and precise with ease
The human contrast being slower element meaning the mind wouldn’t be as sharp as AI
The human mind might out match AI in not knowing what the human is thinking without penetrating the mind in what AI already knows and thought of
AI and human mind matters
Concentration will always be a challenge
Think wisely
"Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee" ... Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster
A grinning October moon bore witness to the quickness of desires
coiling soul-skin-insistent in a woman-girl and her own, Bobby McGee.
Two souls, just met ~ Bobby roamed, she lived in her parent's home ~
Stars winked, Venus blinked - they broke into an empty apartment. They
loved in tender-blending, soulful ways,'til the apartment had enough and
sun slices implied leaving time. Knowing she was a someday-conformer
and him, a free-faller, her heart burned when she learned he wanted more
time. He was her hippy-love fantasy, but she questioned herself - should
she pocket the forever-memory and climb out the still opened window?
Monkeys are colonizers of trees
They are excellent climbers
They have strong muscular arms
And coordination, they're agile
They don't get tired, always moving
Climbing is just natural to them
They have natural strength and quickness
They love to socialize, family oriented
And have sense of community belongingness.
Think and plan
Time frame
Acceleration with a quickness
You are the valued time witness
Time doesn’t stand still
Your time to fulfill
Immediate response
Time is steadily ticking
Seconds into minutes
Movement must be swift
True accomplishment
Well established
Time is not on your side
It is on preset
Turn up your effect
Limited time granted
Time out
Coward
Talk about people behind their backs
Instead of in front of their faces
Spend all your time in a lonely place
Searching for hiding places
Too scared to stand up for yourself
Too proud to depend on others
Too bold to stand beside other people
Too independent to even claim your own brothers
Smile in their face, but laugh behind their backs
Is the way you go on living
Mad if people don’t forgive you with the quickness
Knowing you yourself isn't the least bit forgiving
Too narrow-minded to consider other people's feelings
Too stubborn to admit when you take things too far
Too stupid to think you’re God’s gift to the world
When a coward is what you really are
number thirteen, the angel number
reminding me my guides are here
advising, blessing, warning of dangers
bringing me high energy, dexterity, mercurial quickness
insuring my creativity, resilience and flexibility
number thirteen
Music And Love
The Allegro
With its lively quickness
Will accompany the young lovers
As they ride their bicycles
Along the winding country roads
The Adagio
With its tender seductive melody
Will accompany nascent Love
Sumptuous harmonies
Will caress their heart
As they embrace and kiss
The Vivace
With its spirited vibrant momentum
Will take their passion
On wings of love
To soar the azure sky
*
RUN GREYHOUND RUN
Speed and Quickness
Audiences being the witness
The Greyhound legs fitness
Rush in a race
The Greyhound keeping up the pace
Every moment a pulsating session
The sun being always high and warm at noon
The Greyhound always sleek
Always ready to go
Making their mark in set and flow
Movement on precision of swift
Acceleration with determined to win on the Greyhound’s mind
Greyhound move
Hound’s that always prove
Always a Greyhound
Speed on could
Run Greyhound run
Do what you do best.
The Lion doesn't sleep tonight
What will you turn out to be
There is always that monster in your dream
It knows you more than you know
It's royal head piece displays its regal determination
I fought fear and thought Id won
But this male lion has no regard for stature or tenure
One day of no reason but the single purpose my own deletion
The monsters have been of giant birds which I fought with all my might
But they don;t die and appear to represent the after life
Always a in chorus and harmony of Ravens and Great White Owls
Like a witness of an alien being'
Like the quickness of a sighting of some other dimension
No one believes, no one can follow your imagine
Everyone becomes more sane at your sudden disdain
The perfect man can care for a million
The hero of contempt
To carry a failure of millions upon his back
Like Atlas Like crosses like an atomic bomb
Those who go peaceful into the endless night
Have nurtured pain appear at loss
They had no choice
As lamb too curious
Too perilous to begin judgement
Nature is their jury
There's no penance
No tolerance in expect
They are already
far off in a dream
On one's perspective considering
that you are skillfully of being an
illusionist, a magician that you
strategically elude, distort and
pursue to overpower my kindness
and intelligence for weakness with
your finesse, with void of your
tactlessness maybe reference to
repeatedly distracting and pulling
my strings are your a puppet master?
Manipulating my every move, thoughts
and opinions, your words are comparable
to butter smooth, a excessive jive
talker with a quickness, a dealer a
warden of someone else's mind a
monoplizer of someone other
person's vulnerability. A excessive
finnesser must be your technique
also strategies, On the otherhand
nothing lasts permanently whilst
false heartedness is involved and
triviality isn't easy in one's mind.
Walking along the sandy seashore
late on summer evening so cool
such peaceful scene everything so still
what a tranquil setting such a pull
For a number of hours there I was
spending these moments step by step
then out of the blue floating on top
so very clear looking so very in debt
But this looked elusive indeed
out of hands grasp it seems
then with quickness seemingly came
over these succulent soft streams
Eventually, my fingers found its touch
there deep inside a little note
took it out seeing only three words
its passion loose having no coat
A bottle so noteworthy
with no details what to do
mere words but so powerful
simply short saying I love you!
(A fictional piece I have written some years ago. )
Driven by a growing angling fad
The jolly fisherman took a fishing rod
And walked onto the nearby stream
As the sun rose from the mountain seam
He had in mind the swimming Trout
With rising hope and speeding steps, he set out
Sat on a rock and swished the rod in the air
With the quickness of a practiced bowler
Looking at the line sinking low, waited quiet
Hoping to see the fish nibbling at the bait
Inhaling the fresh morning air, he sat
His head well protected with a frilled hat
As the hook line went taut in his grip
With rising hope, he pulled it up
But alas! With no booty to boast
And no fish at the hook to fry or roast
Uncomplaining, he sat like a statue on the rock
For hours, never allowing his heart to break
He waited all day till the sun went down
And at last with a smile, walked down to his town
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August.19. 2022
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
7/31/22
Can't get time back
Regardless if I tip my hat
Going down a different path
I'll leave it at that
No matter if it's been a rotten day
They always got a lot to say
Then towards god they pray
I go my own way and walk away
I overdo it at times I gotta pay
The process is drawn out or occurs andale`
With a quickness
Spreading like a sickness
Always trying to stick their nose in my business
You've no idea, because for you everyday is Christmas
One wrong move, you write me up and give me tickets
Even though you were the only witness
I don't need anyone's forgiveness
Listen, I want to hear the sound of crickets
Own a home and land with a fence made of pickets
Another stupid verbal assault
Trying to make it seem like I'm all at fault
I take it with a grain of salt
Then continue on, such matters can't cause me to halt
As I travel across the asphalt
At night often drinking liquor with or without Malt
He bluffs and she sucks
All these cheap f***s
So surprised when I speak up
It's been ongoing for more than three months
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