We give each other license
To justify the violence
We relate to satisfaction
Relegating our inaction
To a higher power
The fashion of the hour
Changing with the time
The constant's our reflection
That the state of our perfection
Disdaining all inspection
In the state of our connection
To the mantle of the Don
But will it ever dawn
That ground shifts all the time
Like the mantle underneath us
Somethings should be beneath us
Croesus wouldn't be the one
That would or could impress Solon
Just as fool and all his money
Are destined to part company
All that matters is the time
So just as a marriage license
Recognizes loves' instransigence
Romancing love as love of power
Is but convenience of the hour
And the short term satisfaction
Will result in but the fraction
As it's turning on a dime
Since humans surfaced from the slime,
our art has always turned on time,
on measurement, and not on rhyme –
so Solon says (I’m with him):
the heart of art is rhythm.
You want to waltz? You need three-four.
And verse that’s truly free’s a bore!
The drumkit forms rock music’s core,
and Rhapsody in Blue has
wrought classical anew (jazz).
Our architecture, uninspired,
was looking – feeling – somewhat tired.
Then Frank Lloyd Wright, completely wired,
transformed it, not for profit
– have you seen his soffits?
The painter had become a monkey,
just reproducing portraits (clunky)
and soulless seascapes. Things got funky:
what stirred the stiff Sargasso?
A samba called Picasso!
Those Western movies grew so dull,
the steers were ready for a cull:
Italians dispelled the lull,
while Hollywood said, smugly,
“no-one wants good, bad, ugly!”
So, whether you sculpt or you sing,
you groove to The Beatles or Bing,
you think Nat or Elvis is King,
it don’t mean a thing
if it ain’t got that swing!
We give each other license
To justify the violence
We relate to satisfaction
Relegating our inaction
To a higher power
The fashion of the hour
Changing with the time
The constant's our reflection
That the state of our perfection
Disdaining all inspection
In the state of our connection
To the mantle of the Don
But will it ever dawn
That ground shifts all the time
Like the mantle underneath us
Some things should be beneath us
Croesus wouldn't be the one
That would or could impress Solon
Just as a fool and all his money
Are destined to part company
All that matters is the time
So just as a marriage license
Recognizes loves' intransigence
Romancing love as love of power
Is but convenience of the hour
And the short term satisfaction
Will result in but the fraction
As it's turning on a dime
R-eader
O-f
M-use
E-yes
R-egards
O-f
S-weet
E-xpression
S-eeing
O-ne
L-ine
O-f
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Romerose Solon (June 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Among all there is a wholesome son.
His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan.
On 20 November was the jewel born.
So precious that all want him as a pawn
But parents not ready to give for scone.
Without looking at him there’s no dawn
Chess playing at different levels is on.
All are sure of his ability family to conn
In a perfect direction without any con.
He is the best known and virtuous icon
Wishing best for his overall solon.
My dearest sister has a son.
We call him dearie Shauryan.
Healthy, wealthy and pawn
Of parents, demanded scone
For eating in evening or dawn.
Chess playing at state level on
Till nation or inter forgone.
Never is lazy, never is con,
Is the best known icon
Wishing best for solon.
Justice,
Your laws a spider-like web*
Resemble
That catches the very little and
Frail
While the big and powerful through
They pass
Without ever leaving a single
Trail!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 MAY 2013
*In 593 BC, Anacharsis, criticized Solon’s laws by calling them a spider’s web!
Solon, one of the seven sages of ancient Greece. Anacharsis a sage and friend of Solon.
Atlantis
> Atlantis broke into Islands three
> Back in ancient antiquity
> The redskin Nations emigrated
> Mound builders on the Mississippi, generated
>
> Some ***** people now in Africa
> Have the very dark reddish hue
> All around the great Atlantic
> Pyramids the Aztecs too.
>
> Atlantis once more was a sinking
> By boat they went to nations new
> Fought ancient Greeks, who were a thinking
> The Dark side nation’s violence grew
>
> The final cataclysm occured
> Rock from heaven drowned the land
> Atlantic full of mud , Solon iinferred
> Then came Egypyt ‘s, outpost grand
>
> Sons of the law of one god
> Built great pyramid, yes they knew
> Artisans put the blocks together
> Perfect cut with lines so true
>
> Ra Ta and Mercury the Architect......(was Ra the sun god.&.Mercury/Thoth)
> Built this monument of the ages
> Engineering lasting almost perfect..........(Kunkel says water pump Pyramid)
> Forgotten, Alexandria's library burned the pages
(burnt by Romans last time?)
>Don Johnson
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