GREEN LEVY an explicit imposition on speculative statistical suppositions
Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
Live
Live well my friend, and let no man omit your speech
This and only this will end the flow of your stream
Denying any unfold breach.
Mark well my friend, and let no second interrupt your time
This and only this will quickly send a moment to
Eclipse untold mime.
Learn good, well, my friend, bearing suppositions free
This and only this will commend
Proposal’s of no vanity.
And there will you stand strong and tall
Complete in your silent sheen
This and only this will pass on that which is seen
All is Whole.
SUPPOSITIONS
pensive
syncretics
suspended
contrasts
spread
continually
changing
&
gathering
a
poignant
process
of
past
existence
memorials
encrusted
in
arbitrary
shapes
to
resemble
the
prim&proper
hard-to-glass
projected
as
image
specific
worth
The ancient sage gnome of many colors
Flashed rainbows as he entered the forest
He was like a prism, dazzling the woodlands
As he walked, sunlight bounced off of his cloak
Who is he? A mushroom king asked his queen.
She had heard of the ancient sage gnome
However, no one told her what to expect.
In her weirdest suppositions, she had not envisioned rainbows
I think he is the ancient sage gnome, she guessed.
That can’t be right, said the mushroom king.
For his wife was notorious for jumping to conclusions
Without benefit of facts.
She was totally right, however, neither asked.
So, neither ever knew.
Guessing for the rest of their lives
All their other guesses wrong.
While novel revelations come and go,
discoveries that shed uncharted light,
the more we know the more there is to know.
We seek to see into the heavens’ show
with telescopes that stretch our earthly sight
while novel revelations come and go
plus suppositions pertinent although
while seeming sapience to overwrite
the more we know the more there is to know.
Discoveries bring queries apropos,
some theories rejected reignite,
while novel revelations come and go.
Sagacity in science may outgrow
existing thought amongst the erudite.
The more we know the more there is to know.
How can we humans fathom cosmic flow?
Infinity evades our senses’ flight.
While novel revelations come and go,
the more we know the more there is to know.
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
The poem is in the form of a villanelle…
A source of inspiration was the following…
The inner region of the Orion Nebula as seen by the James Webb Space Telescope’s NIRCam instrument…
WEIGHTLESS
More often than not, you clutch tightly,
The very things that weigh you down;
Beliefs, suppositions, fears and so much doubt,
You line the lie of being emancipated,
When in actual fact, freedom is alien to you.
You define yourself by others' standards,
Struggle to fit in, when the simple truth is,
Every individual created is a blueprint,
A unique creation, with quirts and kinks,
That makes you who you really are.
You fail to look up, turn to the creator,
Ignore the consult of the compendium,
To a discovery of one's true self,
Instead of the falsity of a likeness,
Imitate, forgetting there exist no facsimiles.
ME is an opportunity to introduce to the world,
Your beliefs and all that makes you distinct,
a chance to stand out and not be defined,
By standards of what right is, or by anyone else.
Defy norms: An existence outside the box
Be as light as a feather, Be you
Knowing there's only this one life to live
To live it full, live it well, live it free, live it good
And look back decades from now with nary a regret
For you have lived................WEIGHTLESS
I would unfold my hand
As I show it to you,
Steady, fistful of sand.
You'd trace creases time drew,
Dedicate direction,
Lean ever closer, still,
Tracing my skin's section,
No collected landfill.
Psalm pilot, calm zealot,
Future's moments' to read,
Psalm pilot, psalms yet writ,
Promises sowing seed.
I came for what I'd find,
Taking note of the time,
It's keeping All in mind,
Not buried in some lime,
These rendered positions,
So grainy from the start,
Not guessed suppositions
From my straightly-aimed heart.
Arriving at moments,
Such joys they're soon to bring,
The pebbles aren't torments,
Though some can and might sing;
First, tell me what's to come,
Scene of my unclenched fist,
True fingers' numbered sum,
For day's at hand we kissed.
Hollow tin-cup chess pieces
tethered to fate are we
manipulated by forces
unperceived
landing abruptly in
alien territories
naïve suppositions
blown to bits
on the wreckage of empires
The Soul Is Immortal - - -
can't be killed
will live on
in infamy
through eternity
if you have lived
a good, clean life.
It's an energy source
that transcends death,
moves through dimensions
with a heavenly flow
that has you questioning
time tested theories
based upon suppositions
that delve into
supernatural science fiction
with a twist
of earthly components
rummaging through
time.
Early morning hours:
Rain bans the sun
Mist drives out knowledge
and invites random
different reflections
ideas, hypotheses
suppositions
Little critters
or birds, squirrels
lawnmowerman
some friends
with persisting
incredibly annoying
loyal persuasion,
do not give up
Until you
frustrated
grab your book,
flee to the library:
silence
solitude, but still
sneakily
with love
and a smile
***
June 1, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay
in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay
beneath your satin I have run my fingers,
trembled as famished breasts groped my
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i try
to kiss another i feel your haunting roots
encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake
beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots
through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes
pale panhandlers passionately proposed
then by your tender
i’m awaiting... (so you suppose)
4/8/17
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
(with a spark of God)
To govern a myriad selection
Of one mind and legion.
Top tier parasitic collection
From every living region.
It's not subjective good or evil,
Moral or immoral, right or wrong --
But, a wanton cellular mass primeval
Versus ego and super-ego strong.
Toxic algae over jellyfish abundant,
Floating in poisons of our making:
CO2, methane, livestock redundant.
Do Vegans dream of plant life taking?
Al Qaeda, ISIS, Boko Haram:
Brain-dead sheep of the clan,
Following blindly without exam,
Trading for virgins on Ramadan.
Black holes wandering
About Yellowstone caldera.
Plague virus pondering
A Thermonuclear plethora.
Anthropogenic extinction sirens:
Suffocating on dead Phytoplankton;
Lost in narcotics and hallucinogens;
Obsessive love via Keats and Byron.
At the precipice of an extraordinary evolution,
We must rid ourselves of ancient superstitions.
To continue our rise, or reverse in devolution?
Agnosticism seems wise -- so say my suppositions.
Fail
To
Achieve
Personal
And society
Suppositions, make me feel like
An outcast that failed to pursue the traced objetives
Feeling drowned in a deep well, without seeing the light, even with the aid of a pill
4-23-2016
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