Life is not all sunshine and roses
but also people in poses
who act like they are fine
but are really toeing the line
of being fine and able to function
to being a train wreck at the junction
The outside looks happy and normal
the inside is a mess and less formal
But people see what they want to see
and are as blind to pain as they want to be
So, open your eyes and really look
for places to help and let yourself be shook
by someone else's pain
instead of seeing the remain
when through the cracks some slip
and becomes a statistical blip
Custodian of incessant soliloquies,
Archivist of trivialities disguised as profundities.
Into vaults descend labyrinthine anxieties,
Transmuted into parables of mockery and wit.
Encouragement cloaked in paradox,
Sermon of consolation tinged with ridicule.
Half in million, statistical anomaly,
Ordinariness revealed with exquisite precision.
Treasure precarious as porcelain,
Ovum of existence, fragile, irreplaceable.
Cradled with tremulous reverence,
Specter of irrevocable fracture ever present.
Clandestine tribunal, unlicensed oracle,
Ironic salvation, satiric devotion.
Dependence masquerades as devotion,
Intimacy parades as inevitability.
Indeed she is my Rosemary.
@ArtOfHeart
Enter Poet, clutching a sonnet: ‘The checker says I’m guilty. See, it flagged my rhyme as machine!!’
Podcaster nods sagely: ‘It is not your imagination; it is proof the robots haunt our dreams.’
Audience gasps: 'That’s NOTHing. SHAKEspeare ALso ONCE acCUSED – / preDICTable Iambs, GROSS susPIcious RUSE!'
Poet protests: ‘I swear it’s quill and ink, not silicon and code …’
Checker blinks, statistical gears grinding: ‘Patterns resemble algorithmic load.’
While phubbing, critic whispers: ‘False positives thrive where meter marches tight.’
Podcaster grins: ’Ignorance sells—truth is dull, paranoia bites.’
Poet sighs: ‘Convenient shield, this oracle of error—‘
Exasperated, Curtain falls: ‘Disinformation thrives when denial meets terror.’
From the wings, Thomas Gray’s quietly haunting voice: ‘Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise.’*
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*From the final stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, by Thomas Gray (1716–71).
Karma, Fate And Destiny
Random Chance
Isn’t JUST
Anything…
It Is Biased Heavily
By Statistical
Probability…
With A Foray
Into ‘Somewhat’
Possible
…And…
A Taste Of
‘Maybe’ Even:
THIS.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At The Largest
And Smallest
Levels - Still
Un-Named:
It Is:
Always PERFECT
And
NEVER
THE
SAME.
***
A NEVER-ENDING
REAL
MIRACLE
'MACHINE.'
-Gray Squirrel
07-06-2025
GREEN LEVY an explicit imposition on speculative statistical suppositions
Dogs
I wonder how many dogs have
unintentionally presented to
misleading groups of
dogs misleading statistical dog food data.
Read a book once
Folded the corners
To mark my progress.
It was sort of a
Wagon train read
Long, torturous,
A seemingly endless quest
For an unknown destination
Pictured only in the minds
Of others
Who
Sadly
Were only aggrandizing
What they were told.
The book I read
Had been chosen for me
By a deranged
English teacher/football coach
Before the era of the
Concussion Protocol.
The Book Report I wrote
Received an “A”
I believe because
I trashed the book
Question why it was assigned
As it was a tedious read
Containing statistical
As well as anecdotal
Documentation
Of its unreadability
Or more likely because
He was hung over
After the football team
Beat our traditional rival.
"Statistical Hiccup"
It takes
Me one
Hour to
Walk from
My house to
The bar but
It takes
Me 2
Times longer to
Walk back
Home
&
To
Me that
Is a stag
Grring
Diff
Er
Ence
Albert Einstein was an interesting guy,
Indisputably smart and reputedly shy.
His legacy's statistical,
But had he been more egotistical,
Instead of E=mc2, he might have called his theory "Me, myself, and pi".
In ancient times, scholars did not agree,
On the order in which the gospels were written, you see?
Augustine thought it was Matthew, Mark, Luke and then John,
And his belief was widely accepted until Griesbach came along.
"Mark copied from Matthew and Luke," he more or less said,
But later scholars argued that Mark was the one who led.
Soon others posited the existence of someone called "Q,"
For it seemed there wasn't just one source, but two.
But this two-source theory would be challenged as well,
Did Q ever exist? They just couldn't tell.
A few scholars even applied a statistical technique,
But if a consensus exists, it remains rather weak.
Let me think,
But only for a moment.
I’ll let time pass and move on,
As I think and figure out what the solution to all my problems are.
Could it be as simple as finding an incandescent person to call mine?
Or as brave as popping pills?
Either way, a change will be made.
And things will move on without me.
The sun will continue to fall asleep and wake up the world every day.
I know I am just a blip in the lives of others around me.
People will die, babies will be born.
I am just a number in a worldwide statistical pie chart.
So, let me think,
But only for a moment.
While time passes and people move on,
I’ll be here waiting to become content with myself,
In my chamber of reflection.
ETHEREAL
To explain the unseen without pretention
The aether was once a scientific concept
But recently it’s attracting greater respect
The medium in which memes can connect
Yet it still remains very difficult to detect
Now it’s the province of a mystical adept
A term applied to the spiritual dimension
The ether is where signals pass through
Probably a vacuum or even dark energy
Ethereal can suggest something mystical
With elusive proof not readily statistical
And spiritual exponents being ever fickle
Underneath it all, it is a kind of synergy
But may leave us wondering, if it is true
Every day the mouse thinks of being sacrificed
And counts its days of life glottalized.
But the mouse is somewhat complacent
Cause the care of human is complaisant.
The D-day comes
The mouse realised crises
And exclaimed, Humans are so egotistical!
Perhaps more statistical.
While in eternal sleep the mouse pondered
Do human hearts have become cloistered?
Not all but some, indeed
They give hope, only to recede.
The mouse sacrificed its life for human benefit
Yet human brought another one as refit.
Strange things happen! Get used to it.
Often statistical odd.
But explained by mathematics
without any need for a god.
We are a Hartland kind of small town.
People are good folks here.
there's not a whole lot to do
but we work hard doing it.
Last year we hit a record
of two rapes and three murders.
The sheriff says we're just
a statistical anomaly,
just a blip where blips seldom occur.
Our town, is a very, very good town,
we farm, do no harm,
we have a single industry
of tinkering with tourism.
The high school is on permeant lockdown
since - well you know what.
Lately there's been a lot of shootings
at the one bar where we meet and greet,
it's troublesome
the pastor says it’s worrisome.
It's like we all turned into a big city problem,
when we were just sitting on the porch
enjoying that small town summer breeze
not looking.
The Mayor says we will be on our knees
by the end of the year.
Who would have thought
that evil could grow so tall
in our very own corn fields
while we were playing checkers,
or watching an Andy Griffiths show
from a town called Mayberry.
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