The teen’s face beamed with pride in his new car,
But Bestie exploded in jealous rage.
His reluctant congrats, a lame sidebar;
“I’d simply rather walk”— framed his outrage.
On Friday she failed the entrance exam,
Going to college, now holds no desire,
Higher education—a real flimflam,
she declared, all she’d felt now a fool’s pyre.
Excuses shirk blame—we can all decry,
Winning is fun, but losing kills yearning;
Life isn’t perfect—things do go awry,
But disparagement isn't good learning!
Be strong and just—suck it up when you lose.
Raisins are just sour grapes—with a bruise.
August 19, 2018
Categories:
sidebar, anxiety, appreciation, conflict, courage,
Form: Sonnet
It stretches mind to understand
How telescopes are time machines,
Have God-like powers quite profound,
To plumb sky depths like submarines.
To go where no man’s gone before,
To see a past that’s clearly been,
Discover facts before man’s birth,
Track photons in brave’s moccasin.
Light travels fast but stars aren’t close,
The nearest stars “light years” away,
So thinking you know they exist
Is really gross naivete.
A “nearest star” could die tonight,
Man wouldn’t know for four more years,
With super bright decaying flash,
A fellow traveler disappears.
Expanding shells of photon waves
Man thinks is star, just light from star,
While unbeknownst to human eye
Their fiery sire is now sidebar.
If speed of light hides past so well
Can telescope help us to know?
Well yes, but in another way,
For human eye sees mostly snow.
Where telescopes see stars, though dim,
Our bare eyes fathom mostly cloud,
As onion layers peel away
We learn much more what is allowed.
Each layer reveals history,
As ancient records birth things new,
How telescopes are time machines,
Not books, but God's dreams come to view.
Brian Johnston
December 15, 2016
Categories:
sidebar, life, science,
Form: Quatrain
Wearisomes travelers; who is blind and I Am not blind?!
Passing through gildeds secular anathemas open markets
With countless sonorous voices calling from their ravens, hoodoo booths
Wishing to sell everyone these worldly visions amid obscures
Perverted material trinkets; placing them in front of narrows sight!?
Glittering these things; as unto a baby within its beloved crib....
Poisons to possess; unaware of the kings orders borne in piques
Hateful beginnings while Rachel continues to weep; innocence deceived ~
Precious infants caught amid a kingdoms wrath, spite and pain; amissful
Their sidebar moments wherein they only have themselves to blame yet
Someone must pay for sombers resipiscence in this, corrosives mistakes....
Vexations troubling beast of conscious; crippled by its mutations?!
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Categories:
sidebar, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?