PURITY OF FORM-:-
achieving
complementary
verifiable
experimental
approaches
true TO PHENOMENA
autonomous
representational
synthesis
personal
perspectives
to CLOTHE IDEAS
sensitively
subordinated
elaborate
allusive
adornments
As a freeborn; freeman, under Australian commonwealth auspices, I call for the
Arrest, and trial of dan andrews, for usurping law carrying out treason
And incarcerating his countrynen without
True and verifiable cause, also for the war
Crime waged against them, by forced acts
Of spurious medical value., Indeed to a point
Even genocidal.?
Light years before history
began to take itself seriously
the everlasting dead gave us living myths.
“Carry these stories" they commanded,
for this is your becoming history,
carry them all the way
to what seems to you all
to be solid footholds.
Be fruitful and multiply.”
In the swirling momentum of time
new, more verifiable myths were spawned.
Many dreamers realized that
if the tales we tell each other
were ever to be denuded
by a set and concrete realism
then all muse-makers and their visions
would blow away in clouds of dust.
Even so, 'solid footholds',
grew ever more rigid,
blindness became the only sight.
The spinning wheel of new myths
ceased to turn.
Myths are now beggars
at our closed doors.
The footprints of inner gods
stumble away
as they lean upon
old and broken legends.
The affection of my mother,
a solemn silence of apathy and burning,
the affection that assisted my inevitable yearning,
yearning for fondness, empathy, passion and love,
a cemented wish from the fumes above,
the fumes which escaped from my annual candle,
the vehemence too disconsolate for a young girl to handle,
the solemn silence remains a verifiable memory,
embossed into my soul as if an accessory,
the annual candle, the wish aforementioned,
the yearning, the exigency for a mothers affection.
A complicated issue may often be better understood
By breaking it down into a few undeniable facts.
This is especially helpful with comprehending
An issue that is new, or unfamiliar.
For example:
Thomas Jefferson was a famous American,
A man of many accomplishments.
He was a scholar, a scientist,
An inventor, an author,
A musician, a statesman,
A president, and a plantation owner.
As a plantation owner,
He was also a racist,
A slave owner,
And a rapist
Who exploited the labor
Of fellow human beings
For his own profit.
That is all verifiable history.
It’s as simple as that.
Let the truth be told.
That’s critical race theory.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
SALLY HEMINGS & EMMETT TILL
No matter what anyone says to the contrary
I firmly believe in miracles, not the divine kind
Turning plain water into fine wine, necessarily,
But seeing a newborn deer first learning to run
A deaf child hearing sound for the very first time
A spectacular natural eclipse of the morning sun,
Tests confirming a dreadful disease is in remission
Watching an unfolding rosebud flare out in full bloom
Imagining complex formulas proving nuclear fission.
Miracles are often showing up in the smallest feat
Coming when least expected--in a windfall, a bonus
Or, just when we had given up all hope in defeat,
Victories over those formidable obstacles, you see,
Are identifiable, verifiable, bonafide miracles to me.
Written June 15, 2021
“It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.”
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
DELIRIUM
oxytocin on her sleeve
where she
dribbled;
bonnet bunched up
chucked in closet.
a harum-scarum skeleton,
big knobby head
on baptismal pillow.
its silk molding;
trichotillomania.
feverish chattering
of bony teeth,
always half-asleep.
the purring of a kitten,
warm with milk.
she’s verifiable.
7/22/2020
Delirium Poetry Contest
Kai Michel Neumann
To my right, to my left,
the elephant in the room,
locking eyes, straight ahead,
doom...
doom...
doom.
A thousand spirits proclaimed it,
another dimensional shift,
verifiable frequency sustains it,
ascension at its best.
Even the best are trembling,
wondering of mankind's worth,
since they've been judged unworthy,
of the blessed planet of their birth.
They say modern man will decay,
that life will never be the same,
struggling with fear of what lies ahead,
such low frequency...
so many dead.
What I know, All I know,
is that God is Love
in complete perfection,
So I shall hold to him,
the source of all protection.
VERIFIELED FAITH
Faith in things verified
Verifiable things of faith
As of today I don't feel so great
Escaped from the chaser
Run to the arms of the embracer
Seeking all that's kind
Consoling my mind
I'm that I am so I fine, now
Lord, God I am thine, wow
Faith in things verified
3/14/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
The rationalist must reduce,
It's in their nature.
Pragmatic logic insists,
On conformity of thought,
Anomalies will not be tolerated,
Measurable verifiable data,
Equations balanced,
Algorithms written,
Formulas deduced,
Universal laws obeyed,
But shadows still linger,
The face behind the face,
Unconscious chaos,
Irrational processes,
That feeds the soul.
Ah but we have no soul,,
For logic deems it thus,
No individual light,
Only predictable
Chemical reactions.
And biological impulses,
And our bones rot into
Infinite night,
Not for me,
Give me wisdom
Beneath cool moonlight,
And wild gypsies songs,
Give me anarchist poems,
And the strange happiness
Of religious folk,
Give me anything,
But your sterile world
Washed in monotone grey.
Beauty is eternal
That's what people say
Its not just external
Its the beholder's way
Someone's smile, someone's anger
Someone's mood, someone's spark
Someone's style to be a manager
Someone's eyes so dark
Outer beauty is not ultimate
Its always perishable
Its not a measure to estimate
Its never verifiable
The heart is a fool
It creates a confusion
It makes us lose cool
It makes difficult confession
A stage of conflict arises
The future remains at stake
What one chooses
What decisions to make
Outer beauty is a magnet
Inner beauty is a garden
Outer beauty only attracts
Inner beauty helps you grow
Make a choice so wise
You'll never have to regret
Don't trust blindly the eyes
Never this lesson forget
The world will seem
The way you are
Beauty will beam
Whenever you'll dare
To trust the heart
More than the eyes
To follow the heart
Without leaving the brain behind.
It’s not if but since the future can be told
To a broadly verifiable degree
What time are we living in: present old
Future or has it all gone past already
Don’t tell it for honours to politicos
They hanker after two-bit history lines
Don’t even whisper it to military macros
Lest generals decorate brows with vines
Don’t spill the truth to those who slaughter
With God on their bloody bleeding minds
For they will leave none alive hereafter
And lease Heaven out to kith and kinds
Time is but a ruse of passing moments
The more it unfurls the more the laments.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. (From the collection:
Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012)
Isn't really as hard to distinguish from fact
as news shows would have one believe.
Nor is blithering idiocy from
that which is easily verifiable..
if one doesn't mind getting up off one's ass
every once in a while.
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