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Reference as science and letters
Published reference by military science researcher
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my muse Trixie does not allow us to have writers block
or even writers slow down or writers caution
our words jump onto a page easily and quickly
where do they come from? I have reference books
two thesauruses, a dictionary, and scientific facts for kids
I open them up if I need a starting out point
begin jotting down words or ideas that I like
pretty soon they form a poem
one poem begets another poem and another
pretty soon I have ten poems,
this is in a twenty-seven minute period
I can almost always write ten in twenty-seven minutes
Life could be a dream ;for the ones who won't care.
Every moment,every minute,feels fortunate to be there.
Any trade from his aspect in life,won't be fair,
Living like the end;is near
Even if he's surrounded by all
Portraying the daughter of King Lear.
The vision of life ain't linear
Living like Apple Cider Vinegar
Seems like every gun has pressed its trigger
But, No! Never,he seemed to driven by despair
From the people he spent his life in havoc to care
The tempest gathering hearts;
Souls imparting dire wisdom;
Holistic premonition preordained;
Nothing gathered souls prearranged;
Words of life speak forth life;
Shallow be the maker heart that beats;
Elohim
Creator of majesty
Universe is His dynasty
5/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
The place of the creative one
Outside looking in
Inside at one
Communicating
With other and self
Simultaneously
The fine line
Dissolving and forming
As the picture emerges
The song unfolds
The story twists and turns
Creator and creation
Blending to the point
Where all that’s left is the moment
Until in the next
The creator once again
Alone
In need of a point of reference.
(7/29/23)
POINTS of REFERENCE
reinventing
tradition
on display
undeniably
arresting
at
making waves
defined
in
the contemporary
&epitomises
in
bedecked settings
deliberately
elongated
unresolved
& unravelled
happening
prominence
of
the
touchstones
the
of
the
explicit
both
intense
&passionate
with flashes
of
fixating
on
the
fascinating
composition
of the bespoke
that intersect
astonishingly diverse
& paradoxically
sense
of
the
cool aesthetic
simultaneously
painterly
offsets
the conceptual
elaborate
&
equivalent
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
You got a vote in your hand
You got human right
You got justice
You got a will
At this very moment
Everything is in your hands
At your fingertips
But you become hesitate
The candidates are strange to you
Political campaign is only a glimpse
Canvassing is unbelievable
You have no reference
There is no evidence
All along you're blind to politics
And the surroundings
You're only interested in
Everyday challenges
Life is challenging
Survival is hard
Sometimes
No matter who is on the stage
Life doesn't change much
Life has to go on tough
There is no choice
Let's the court and justice
Go after them
Prolonged justice is only
In the court
In front of God
++ The Gathered Women, a short poem++
A Magnificence captures
Us
Unexpectedly
We run off
To hunt our mantillas
From long ago youth
To address
And dress our heads
In all felt humility
—————————————————————
(c) sally young eslinger 2/21/22
**a mantilla is a lace veil
Catholic women wore to church
before the 1990’s
We never learned how to read.
Instead they only censored & cared to mislead.
They schooled & said this is how you become intelligent.
Until our minds, bodies & souls started to fight back & we said your reference is giving us the run around and here is the evidence.
She asks me for a letter of reference.
I cannot write one. I avoid answering.
Three or four times.
She calls me early in the morning at work.
I answer and she yells at me. Where is her letter?
I tell her I have not written one, and I do not plan to.
"You have seen me teach for years!" she argues.
"I told them you were writing a letter."
"Sorry," I tell her. "I cannot do it."
"But you have seen me teach for years!"
"No," I correct her. "I have seen you sit at your computer with
your back to the children for years while your assistant has done
all the work. I have never seen you teach."
She gets huffy and angry and begins sputtering.
Finally demanding I write the letter.
I tell her I cannot, wish her well and say goodbye.
Honey Mambo
3 Tablespoons of apriot jam
3 Tablespoons of apriot brandy
3/4 cups of honey
1/3 brown sugar
Summer until smooth and alcohol is evaporated.
Add 1/2 cup of pineapple juices
1 teaspoon of paprika
1/4 teaspoon of garlic powder
4 tablespoons of tabasco
1 cup of ketsup
1/3 cup of orange juice
4 tablespoons of white wine vinager
" Honey Mambo " says....
" They'll trick you wiff day song.
They will entice you wiff day dance
Both knowing what
They truely want is
In other ones pa$ts
Bounce and Boogie
Groove and move
Get outta my face
Til you improve
Swaggle ah little
Groove and game
Honey Mambo
Sweet and tangy
Best in the game!"
Honey Mambo ladies and gentlemen,
Once again Honey Mambo!"
Morning At Work
Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.
He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.
Noon
His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his brain.
He began to see strange things
And quickly grew scared
When the writing desk swooped
Like a ravenous bird.
Aware that his dark mind
Was now playing tricks,
He quit work forever
At ten shillings past six.
Night
He sat in The Tabard
Where he found time to think.
His skin had turned orange
As he drowned in his drink.
He recalled the sad day
His wife took off her ring
And with her cards on the table
Left to marry a king.
He pined for his daughter
And the party he'd planned
But she followed her mother
To that far-away land.
Later That Night
While carrying a tea tray
Upstairs to his bed
He tripped over his hat
He'd shook off with his head.
He finally came to
Around six the next night
But from that moment on
All his world was not right.
Are all notions of time a trap…
The perpetual present
The greatest one of all
Are all capsules of existence
Just graves we dig for ourselves
Each shovel full of denial
Burying us deep
—within an empty reference
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
If you don't believe in Miracle's
I refer you to
Anfield, Liverpool
Tuesday 7th May 2019
Liverpool - 4
Barcelona - 0
Miracle's are not Dead
God supports Liverpool
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