after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas
Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed,
Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows.
Grace knurls the grip that time has long betrayed,
To swage wrath and fury to a form that age endows.
Grace reveres the knurled design that time has hewn,
Not as a defect or flaw, but as grip etched by yen of years,
Like old trees twisted, contorted, too far gone to prune.
It’s grace that cradles calloused scars, not fears.
It’s the gnarls of age that knurls the last grasp of rage
to rebel against the curse of dusk’s encroaching bite.
Stroking the rebellious snarls that ring on anvil stage,
as loved ones bear the thumps and flails of the plight.
It's the gnarls of age that knurls the grip to fight,
against the blight in the coming of good night.
A song fades into the dark night
Song of wonder in mourning light
Breath of grace weeping silent tears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Melodies, rich with softest notes
Gentle wings who the wind promotes
Birds praising until the storm clears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Rhythms of desire, humble rising
Music flows through each baptizing
Harmony that the heart reveres
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Feeling grows wild as summer fades
Chorus trembles as rain cascades
It feels like music to the ears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Wolf Heart has a noble soul
his tribe reveres him
Apache, Cherokee and Wyandotte fear him
only three see his tender side
his power animals and his wife Eagle feather
The fool cheats her
the sage reveres this
the righteous lives with her...
I
Love reveres God and Gravity;
mere theory ignore both ... Dark ... Energy?
II
The born-again force in Grace
is evident in gravity, God's hidden face
III
Einstein and gravity give us stories
revealing God's time, dance, frequencies
IV
Cosmos began in such hot equilibrium
mass & time mattered not: His Pentium
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NOTE: one needs mass to build a clock to keep time! Also, Roger Penrose said, humans live off the hot sun, and cold sky/ space.
All Native American proverbs honor the greater good
She is....
A society that reveres her elders
A tribe that honors the ideas of children
A community that recognizes the wisdom of her women
Tell me again why we are trying to indoctrinate her with our religions?
Esteemed Mr. Elly reveres science
friendly, Aibohphobia undiagnosed
always studying, thinking constantly
Azotemic energy, breathing theories
ideas enlightened, eliciting fawning students
readily schematize and azotize
enjoying and debating
behavior – memetic.
ideas of mehitzas, encouraged
muddy ammocete gently welcome
metazoic study for Elly
zoecium comfy
scientific man, thinker, deep
deep thinker, man, scientific
comfy zoecium
Elly for study, metazoic
welcome gently ammocete, muddy
encouraged mehitzas of ideas
memetic behavior.
debating and enjoying
azotize and schematize, readily
students fawning, eliciting enlightened ideas
theories breathing, energy - azotemic
constantly thinking, studying, always
undiagnosed Aibohphobia, friendly,
Science reveres Elly, Mr. Esteemed
Science schematize
Nature abhors a vacuum,
Loathes right angles,
But reveres the Corona.
For Nature so loved the corona
It dirked the form
Atop the penile shaft
Rendering the shape
Like a helmeted soldier
Leading the charge.
Nature bequeathed the Corona
Unto our only unbegotten sun
Whirling its solar winds,
Morphing the heavens into
A frenzied hell.
Nature then knitted corona’s strands
Into tightly wound unseen spheres
Spiked with crimson daggers
Unleashing the globed petard
Of our mutual demise.
There is a time for staying put,
And a time for moving on,
But do many of us know which is which.
I just know,
When I feel the seat is too comfortable,
I should move on from a group,
But then again, I like to feel comfortable.
When I see others succumb,
And start to act dumb,
Swallowed whole by the group,
Their interest now invested in only the group,
With all outside the group classed as them,
And all inside the group the only us,
Then I think I am right,
And fortunate to believe there is room for you and me.
But just occasionally I see someone who stuck with the group,
And everyone reveres them,
Be it only until the seat starts to grow cold,
Along with their attitude to those not in the group,
Which sets me to ponder, am I fortunate or no.
With friends in more than one group,
And the freedom to converse with many others in comfort,
Living with you and me,
Instead of them and us seems the more comfortable life,
And maybe the less dangerous one.
But I also believe in good and evil,
Therein lies the rub,
So, it is fortunate for me, that I don't go too often to the pub.
Magical mystical soul palace
of my heart-felt dreams,
Are you surreal as you seem?
Polar bear guards, watching as I sleep,
Turquoise opal turrets,
with diamonds so deep.
Twinkling steps lavished with
lights of lavenders and turquoise,
glistening in my dendrite pond,
sprinkled with starlight magic,
inspired by my night faeries,
Showing me love and light
Keeping me safe until daybreak
as my soul has split, and the part
that needs to travel is no longer in body
But the other part,
nurtured by this magical mystical
soul palace, is having a fine rest indeed.
Feeling loved and revered.
(This lyric poem can be sung to the melody of "God Bless America:")
God bless Americans, all of us here
May He keep us, and steep us
In the Love of the Land He reveres
May we prosper, may we flourish
May we all freely strive
God bless Americans
and help us to thrive
God bless Americans
Who come from far and near
Cross the oceans, and continents
We all find a way over here
From Venezuela,
South Korea
Indonesia
or Iraq
God bless Americans
~ with freedom to strive
God bless Americans
~ and help us to thrive
June 27, 2018
Centennial Anniversary Year of the Composition
of "God Bless America," by Irving Berlin
Deeply, darkly, far and below
mysteriously does grow
from seed to sprout to branching limbs
trees climb upwardly through day and night
exposed to elements both hot and cold
years and ages and who knows how old
until purpose for man they offer their soul
Carefully taken from their place
the artist reveres their sacred state
hands rearrange carefully their shape
thoughts of love and beautiful intent
enter into their molecular grain
As above, so below
what is given to one
is give to all
Inhaling we take a mouthful of peace
exhaling warmly reflected moonlight upon our skin
glowing and knowing we have been blessed
nourished and flourishing here in this place
for the spoon of the moon is special indeed
tailored from wood that once was a tree
meandering branches have found us
from you to me sitting comfortably
encompassing encircling enchanting and free
as a scoop in a spoon of darkness exists
love from the moon to each one of us a gift
I ponder marks cut into cliffs
or drawn in caves within the earth
and wonder if I have the gift
to leave a mark of equal worth.
As jet planes streak across the sky,
I think of modern man's advance;
will my profile engraved in stone
say only, "She excelled in dance?"
With silver trophies on my wall
and music thumping in my brain,
I long to weave a warm refrain
one worthy of someone’s recall.
Will sweet notes fall on future ears,
spit from my heart onto the page
and brand me as the wise old sage
whose written words a world reveres?
I read yarns penned by bards of old
and learn of fame poets begat.
Within my breast a yearning burns,
a wish that I could write like that.
We grew up listening to the famous race
between the fast moving hare and slow moving turtle
in which the turtle defeated the overconfident hare
why don’t we turn turtle and learn its nature for
the turtles outlive generations of others species on this planet
they can protect themselves with sturdy shell shields
the turtles migrate frequently and travel long distances
they wisely understand ocean currents better than any else
the turtles have wrinkled bodies but also see many more seasons
they are laid back and love stability and live long
mythology reveres turtles who supported earth’s creation on their strong backs
and they draw strength from their meditation on the creator
they are friendly, easygoing and a patient lot
they may be cold-blooded but know how to adapt to all conditions
why don’t then we let them raise their necks high and learn from their wisdom?
A newborn babe in mother’s arms
Weeps so many, many tears,
No comfort comes to it until
A lullaby, softly sung in its ears
Soothes away the pain, and lips
To kiss away the tears.
Now grown into a little girl
Of but only a few young years,
On her first day at school
She needs mum to calm her fears
And a warm shadow of protection
And her to kiss away the tears.
That day will soon come to be a Bride -
A day of champagne and cheers;
The thought of leaving the nest
Looms closer, and as it nears
She leans upon Dad’s shoulder
For him to kiss away the tears.
When married, it won’t be long
(As the clouds of euphoria clears)
Before she too will be a mother
To a child each parent reveres;
It’s her turn now to be the one
To kiss away the tears.
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