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Rex Holiday Poem
Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two terms coexist
In a single phrase?
But wait.
Is there anything made
By mortal hands
That was not proceeded
By a dream? Is it possible
That the creator of worlds
Dreamed before the first
Flowers bloomed in the garden?
If dreams lead to physical
Things, then they must be
The blueprints of the future
And the catalyst of science;
Conversely, science is proof
Of the dreams of gods and mortals.
Science fiction is not
An oxymoron, but it is
The infinitely redundant
Confirmation of life.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2007
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Polar bears, spotted owls and honey bees
Care nothing of scientific debates
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Some drop big oil drills and some drop big trees
To provide a place for our dinner plate,
With its filet mignon or black eye peas.
The planet goes on with its rolling seas
Immune to false conclusions and the hate
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Should politics and graduate degrees
Be allowed to sit and decide our fate,
While eating filet mignon/black eye peas?
Political winds, like a gentle breeze,
Carry the pollen of absurd debate;
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Perhaps all the powers of wannabe’s
Can save all the birds, fishes, ants and trees;
The filet mignon, and the black eye peas;
The flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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Rex Holiday Poem
I never write you poems anymore?
Not expressed in words how you I adore?
A fallacy, a falsehood, a terrible mistake,
And no never ever will I this take.
The poems I write of you for you
On paper put them? No, I not always do,
But I write them looking into your green-eyes
Or when I hear “I love you” in your warm good-byes.
Verse, meter and stanza are scribbled on my heart
As I think of you to one day’s end and another’s start.
I write you a poem when I hear you laugh
And ponder the beauty of love ever aft’.
Couplets and sonnets and villanelles and verse blank
Take form in my mind and I truly do thank
My Father in Heaven for His blessing to me;
You to have and to hold for all eternity.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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We were born identical
When we were created apart;
In very different wombs.
Now my mind runs to where you hide
Unobscured by camouflage
In the bright dim light of
Morally decade manmade nature.
I was created as spares for you,
But I think, and therefore I cannot
Spare you.
Spent by this affliction I no longer
See with blind crystal clarity,
But instead I begin at this end.
The invalidity of science
Has caused its own creation to
Abandon the method
For the metaphysical instead.
Twin, fear not death,
For when you are found,
You will only die to live.
Used up, you will be spared
From that exhilarating mundane
Life of genetic originality.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2016
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There is no world beyond this one we know
With dominant bipeds and skies of blue
And lack of compassion and love we show.
Perhaps there could be life where the stars glow,
Blinking and pulsating their reddish hue.
There is no world beyond this one we know.
Do they have one arm where three ought to go
Or the same old three per side as we do,
And lack of compassion and love we show?
Maybe they just study the winds that blow
And believe this statement is likely true:
“There is no world beyond this one we know.”
Far away beings beyond sunbeam throw
Would not like me any more than they you,
Or lack of compassion and love we show.
We are building ships to make light speed slow,
To take us to the wall of time, and through.
Is there no world but this one we know,
with this uncompassionate love we show?
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2006
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They are not the same person they married
When time was so kind and their hearts were too
In love to notice the flaws they carried.
Our lovers with heads in pillows buried;
Back-to-back like typical strangers do
Who never was the person they married.
Energy across galaxy parried
The telescopes that SETI’s folks peered through;
Hence, the space geeks missed the flaws it carried.
In chromatic eyes, we could with care read –
Midst cyan hair and faces of like hue –
That they were not the same beings they married.
When the fierce winds beat against house harried,
The mates slept back-to-back without a clue
Or unconcerned with the flaws they carried.
Two worlds of experts in theory varied
In how the transmutation could be true,
While new mates ignored the flaws they carried.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2020
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The sun and moon hid themselves
When evening came,
The stars were
Too shy to light the night.
Yet I hear
The sweet fragrance
Of warm whispering flowers
And my ears and nose see,
Touch and taste
What
My eyes, hands and mouth
Cannot.
The sun and the moon
Showed themselves
When evening came
And the morning was
Just arriving.
The solid stone
Of philosophy
Makes true and real
The lies of fantasy.
Clumsy rocks make unsteady roads,
And philosophy is an unsteady
Mental journey,
But truth is not its map.
If swallowed by darkness,
The light does come again;
The flowers are sweet,
The rocks are solid,
And truth breaks
False words.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2007
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Separated by a chasm of small mindedness,
As if tossed in a salad of let us think not.
Meanwhile, these silky colored aromas are screaming like sour actors,
For their fans to view the sounds and taste the touch
Of Sagan through the Golden Gate of an ocean of worlds.
United by the chasms of small mindedness;
Yet, the stay-at-home explorer does not even keep in touch
While chillaxing in the chaos of his borrowed home.
He would not find us, so we are lost.
Do not study it until you understand it;
That is the finite knowledge of eternity.
Doubting eyes are closed, and finally you see me,
So now reach out and touch these long gone constellations.
Ah, but we know Doc will not even try; no matter,
All efforts will prove their worth.
Then, at last lonely galaxies anxious for companionship,
Will melt into the familiar arms of distant strangers,
“Dozo yoroshiku, Mi amigo. Ti kanis?”
Minds are opened, chasms traversed, first contact.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2013
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He sat a while to wait and watch the beasts
Who run to beat the fear (with strong instinct),
Pursuing them as hunters do in hunts
And fierce predators must when nature calls
To mind, the fight or flight protective act
Of those when threatened by the hungry mouth
That eats for life; however, he was shocked
When she went by the tree in white and blond
And blue soft eyes and legs of bronze sinew;
Hence, his swift shaft did fly with straight intent.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2006
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They wander through the streets smart;
Aleck. Baldwin wrote about inner
City. Limits to where they can . . .
Openers on the counter of soup
Kitchens. Table manners are lacking
Substance; abuse. Mothers crying,
Babies from womb to grave. Yard
By yard. Stick to being invisible.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2008
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