Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

4/21/24

Extrusions of Planetary Sphere(oids)

 

The hill to mount
beauty inviting a climb
where snow is covering
volcanic slopes
with gravity gracefully syruping flow
from upward where I should go

Tectonic surges compiled urges
to be and not to be
beyond questions of pain or blister
barren hills and high desert will
not a drop of water in hell
or communists do tell

Anything about summits that free
with trails covered in vines and forests
waterfalls and broken trees
deadfall delays and pointless concerns to see
atop is downhill, another side
thinner air and something with pride

Proprietary rights dashed by communal plans
as organisms take over what is left of man
the vertex is a corner
for temporal mourners
who’ve assembled from a burbled deficit financed base
to become Zarathustras of no other place.

4/15/24

Night Rises in Darkness (a poem)

 

Driving into the Berlin Wall
crashing through being and nothingness
infinite lines of verse
terse concepts through it all
though it wasn’t
no-brainer certain

The Iron curtain torn asunder
like a temple’s temporal wonder
yet then it was
thunderbolts above
final hours
of Eisenhower

Nothingness foreseen
eclectic bits parse daylight dreams
desert mirages of trains and rain
flowing oceans to window panes
see the world with mind each day
filter what a Universe can say

More complexity for ratiocination
reincarnations planned with atmospheric flight
perfect balanced measured moral standards
as if calculations could evolve tight contrition
in elements that quantum worldlines hazard
valiance beside omniscient right

Heaven hell or deep non-being
the resurrected options of logic seeming
simple to manage, plan and execute
those labeled faithful
amid the condemned to boot
causality with original sin should rave
just Jesus the Lord God saved

It was there, and then it isn’t
the wall was gone,
and then it wasn’t
past tenses brought new with Shannon entropy
deaths littered fissile satrapscapes
night rises with the darkest song.

Across the Edge (a poem)

 

Paid across
edges of space-time the loss
of yesterday gone away
rises with days of holocaust

Weigh the world
mass thermodynamics hurled
sentient lives to the fore
broken doors of being’s way

What would say
if time could heal wounds today
self-inflicted senseless deaths
dying breaths of war have paid.

4/1/24

Lifetime Achievement Award for Poetry

 Thank goodness I was spared the challenge of writing an acceptance speech.



Since it was a well-played April Fool's joke.




3/31/24

Tensor of Tomorrow (poem)

 

From the ocean
heeled over in waves
shining sun reflected

Crisp passages of tomorrow
at the edge of hope
darkness tucked away like shirt tails

Vigils of guards with rockets
miles away
work time with rudder airborne

Internal dialogue, observant
captain self-employed
until the wind dies

In the hourglass
in the water
at Ponce De Leon Inlet

Pushing the craft inside
over a sand bar
tide shifts to rise

Encapsulating tensors
with space-time vectors
to see Venus, Europa and Mars.

A Few Christian Poems- Happy Easter

 

Here are a few of my Christian poems published here to commemorate the atoning work of the Lord.


Darkness Fell on the Blood of God 


 Earth erases the living in time

 and within atmosphere’s envelope

 words spoken race shadows to silence

 a planet’s paradigm of abstract construction

 whirls kinetically for gravity’s account

 summarized in winter as snow compiles

 the full or empty universe must journey

 an eclipse of the star in blue sky

 offered the cross at Calvary.


Being: over the edge of Space-Time ©1993GIBSON 


The singularity is a point before time

stretches it infinitely as a line

replicating motion

other lines, other directions, relatively

moving everywhere, fullness of whatness

for that which is, now is


Parenthetically unbracketed a description

is just in time

particulars of Calvary

freedom of the transcendence

to turn outside into the Universe

shapes paralleling the limited event horizon

for that which is now, now is

the four forms of space-time 

are motion needed as gravity to be

transcended by the whole fifth

symphonic dimensionality of all-Universe

a presentation of the three

becomes infinite straight-line waveforms of being

perceptible in curved space-time

as mass less quanta particles vibration patterns

the world of substance.




God is Good 


 Quiet lakes reflect clouds in the sky

the Spirit brings Bible verses

distant pre-dawn lightness

wrinkling the vault of night

repository of constellations in free fall


 God is good

the Christ is the way, truth and life

a gift of strong-mynded faith

more real than rattlesnakes posing

like celebrities of space-time


 Jesus defeated death

the perfect High Priest of God

resurrected three days from crucifixion

bringing eternal life in heaven to the saved 

he smote the power of sin


 God is good

rainbows, planets, water based life

some people not perping evil

though a constitution's rights decay

and a tech sedition raves.



Original Sin ©2004 


 Human life is passing

ever changing from birth to death

fraught with original sin

imperfections miss the mark

an ontological reduction from eternity


 God’s perfect nature

is so far and remote

yet so near

He created space and time

not as an emanation

a will omniscient, inclusive of alpha

and omega, potentiality and coordinate references

without intermediaries

absent of absence


 The creation arose ex nihilo

analogous to a reality created

within a dream, without superreality transcendent

God is perfect, whole

though His will and substance cannot be inferred

what is known is given by revelation

when and where the Universe is

may be paradigmatized

defined with subjective and logical analysis

only imperfectly as infants ambling about

isolated from God in original sin

planets, stars, clusters of galaxies, space-time and the wave

are interpreted within a phenomenology of mynd, languaged

up to identify clumps of objects, others and experience 

divided from the eternal perfection,

confined within finite knowledge, finite form

the pervasive social corruption

conforms the world’s people unto sin, imperfection,

decay and death


 Human life is passing

ever changing from birth to death

Jesus Christ, the Son of God is

the only way to God and eternal life.



A Priori Logic Circuits 


 Of God what is good

 channels for Taoist canyons

 rivers flowing to the sea

 below heavens of harvest moon light

 for the liberty of Europa’s ice

 superposition of being and nothingness


 Of Jesus whom are saved

 souls living within a unified field

 reason amidst secularist worlds

 spirit, faith and the evolution

 ideas, concepts subducted like plates

 professional career tectonics spelling

 maths of motion


 Of Spirit being-in-itself transcended

 relates to God in His grace

 contingent existence surpassed

 the elect and non-elect flowing

 according to His will.




When Photons Acquire Mass 

 

 Ideas that should have more rhyme

copyrights years rollover poets auld lang

signs even after death registration renews 

ideas like gravity drumbeats hues

filtered through ceramic antennae

verborate down leafy shadows 

m-theoretical sub-dimensions shaken up

into converting lofty matters from energy

before time grinds to a halt


 First light big bang unto mystical end

photons gain weight and Universe closed then

red sky to night stars fall out of the sky

discontinued dimensions reshuffled well

impermanence without sound or substance held


 Pre-determined physical parameters

grown with an uncertainty principal

God spake flowing reality to being 

ordering monadic dimensions to start brightly

thus waves would roll to shores and sand from the sea

Jesus would save those with faith.



After the First Day 


 This puffed up world shoots itself

 too often like a tired soldier

 right through the foot 

 it writhes ethnic group against ethnic 

 like tectonic plate contact zones 

 merging into the highest mountains 

 or subducting moltenously to the lowest depths 

 infernal realms toward the nickel-iron core 

 good, beauty, peace, love, truth, hope, faith 

 thought, ideas, are Darwin's incidental refuse 

 that do not excrete, evolve, flow, compile 

 like fighting iguanas or rock slides 

 trees fall in silent forests 

 without ears to transform sound waves 

 into noise/ideas 

 

 Evolution is the idea valuing non-ideas 

 a non-sentient progenitor of mass change 

 for-itself 

 nature's ossified and serial praxis 

 progress to fossils and non-values of the 

 in-itself 

 

 Anti-gravity from an other verse punched out 

 the Big Bang expansion from a unified field 

 infinity of singular space time 

 relativity of mass-time unto itself 

 from the source mode 

 to disparate space-time cosmos reassembling 

 galaxies in nuclear, electroweak, strong 

 gravitational bonding 

 together as sum sun one infinitely to itself 

 or perhaps a cold, dark scattering of ashes 

 across forever expanding space-time 

 beyond us, time is before us all 

 within infinite yet bounded motions as creations 

 

 Relativity curves everything transitioning 

 time, velocity, mass 

 personal world-lines through life 

 experiencing individual, phenomenal 

 concatenations of forces 

 seeming to mind as existence; 

 Darwin's evolution/motion/change paradigm 

 notwithstanding 

 

 God said Let there be light, and there was light 

 and the darkness comprehended it not... 

 it was the end of the first day.




Assembly for the Spirit ©2000GIBSON 


Free spirit is

an essence of the wind

time is a shadow’s net

through which the soul passes


Striking new chords

a pointillist harmony in motion

an essence of the wind

isn’t spirit free?


For God so loved the world

is one’s spirit ever free?


Jesus is His only begotten Son

matter is matter just to be


The Spirit is the comforter

a divine peace, love

to in-dwell the soul

as frequencies assembled seem.



A Greeting for Janus’ Composure 


 Life is a long and interesting experience

which may sometimes be an arduous phenomenon

challenging the soul to trial through action or inaction

Solomon saying all is vanity

also remarked of life’s brevity

-all that one has is time

that passes on in instants

and is itself an instant


 Are you sure of whom you want to see

or what you want to do?


 Have you heard the gentle call of God

within and without ?

experienced the eagle climbing high

upon rising winds aloft

in flight this very hour

as the Earth moves in its 7 billion year old race 

with time about the brilliant star

hanging by the most slender thread of gravity

on the Milky Way’s edge, deep in the center of nowhere

everywhere


 Don’t you hear the call of liberty whispering

her sweet song? For you she grows the trees

the grass in the fields and flowers in the meadows

and asks you to journey outside and beyond

in this season of a thousand reasons

the planets have been sewn

for the harvest of the age of opportunity.




Christ was resurrected/anon 

Jerusalem 1500 x 1500 


 19th century planks of resource use

a minotaur loose in the labyrinth

snorting, moving, a political scientist

examines bell curve artifact jars of Knossus


 Fires of ancient cliff dwellers, Mohenjo Daro

Clarence, broadcaster from the tower uptown

excavates flickering fire flies in amber

from a pile of marked down stuff


 Premises with major conclusions

a lifework of branch diagrams

chewing over choice decisions

leaves a greenwave design business growing


 Mynd is either carnal or spiritual

carnal flesh draws to flesh

yet the Lord Jesus overcame sin

Christ is the only way to God the Father.



Drawdown Moored 


 Dimensional ideas for surfaces and solids

upstairs, downstairs living the arts

seasons subtly shaping compound sentences

broadcast microplop windows blown up

into hypertext heuristics


 Like a conflict of different drummers

creampuffs collide into cumulus mergers

disparate concepts transform into inventions

waveformers cast the heavy sculpture of praxis

to the moon like a vat of solid pellets

that almost floats


 Tool using culture around the whirld

restless natives, empty universe

devised with magnifying solar lasers

heating the cool outer planets

charging system shuttlecraft launched

as drumsticks through a linear accelerator

experience to learn peace, progress and Jesus Christ.



Freedom to Choose Jesus 


Mapungubwe, Maghreb, Pate, ha nahar, Ibn Tumart

impulse drives contend for the love of God


Pastor of the mysterious river of time

He put forces of heaven in esse

majestically made life ist

words of Jesus shine as the sun


 Perfect High Priest and final sacrifice

atoning for the fallen nature of man

saving those whom believe to eternal life


Jesus, tempted at its pinnacle

anon said not a stone of it would be left standing

Herod’s temple gone with fire and wind

transformed to a desolate temple mount


 City of Peace stumbling block

dome or reconstructed temple

would it be the platform for the anti-christ

with broadcast team to deify it in audience share?


 Chumalungma, Yenesei, Yukon, Mare Ibrium

vain babblings and oppositions of science

ambling walkabouts, geo researches, time flows

Isaac and Ishmael forked at Beer-sheba

humanity must choose at the cross.



From the Sphere at the Edge of a Dream ©1993GIBSON 


For this sphere’s lost soul’s Jesus walked

then into Jerusalem

time talks like irreversible physics

to this being Jesus was

into the being-for-others of social reality


 Deliverer to the In-itself

Redeemer unto eternal life

that cosmos of one/none before the event horizon

three-in-one and every mortal’s dreams

to this being Jesus was

into the being-for-others of social organization

deliverer to the In-itself


 For the people of this sphere Jesus talked

then to Jerusalem and crucifixion

overcoming the demons of hell to rise

on the third day


 The Creator for many is a faith

transcending the temporal ekstasis

thermodynamics of past, present, future

with mercy, wisdom, salvation and eternity.



In the World ©1992GIBSON 


For what sound can the mortal listen

beyond the footsteps of a dream

within their twilight world the system

seeks not the light nor the living stream


Jesus is the way and the truth

for alpha and omega begins and ends in one space

perhaps to journey to another people

or resurrect other lives


These forces of the world in political clashes

totalizers, communes, socialized fascists

evolve through decades as new spring plants

like a Bodhisattva political action committee

in the world yet not of it...

the Christian must live on faith

for what sound can the mortal listen

beyond the footsteps of a dream

within their twilight world the system

will not seek the light nor the living stream


When the temple is rebuilt

in the new Jerusalem and Earth

the saved will worship the Spirit

they were in the world and yet not of it.

3/18/24

Continua (a poem)

 

As greening leaves
store memory
in gravity
one might believe

  That hope conceives
the seasons’ keys
growing to be
new life to see

  Those practical
spirals of Earth
construct forms worth
all things natural

  Ideas for all
share more than mirth
God beat the dirth
mind hears the call

  Universe rolls
waves in nothing
fields spark something
new to behold

  Implicit goals
arise with wings
although time stings
because it's cold.

2/21/24

Plastic Whales (poem)

 

Parts per billion
words worth wisdom shatter as icicles on asphalt
dripping tar-balls and chemicals
nano-plastic content
spilt oil for
baleen filters
a whale steers through sound cones
keeping islands between it and
dendrites in confusion
discovered by fish finders

Plinking with sonar guidance
crashing into the leader
a hull gouges grooves across darkness
resurfaces survival values
in Thanatos’ caustic pollutants-
insults to epidermis
alienated and homeless
starving with the salmon faded
taken by mid-ocean drift nets
memories netted
death in cold water

The color of the water
a vast city’s sewer soup
affluence to oceans
drugs flushed to cetacea
received the swimmers
a rainbow of arterial additives
with motors distracting echoes
ripples in gray matter.

2/7/24

Dirt at the End of the Rainbow (a poem)

 

Dirt drifts in the wind
piling up like like poems
waiting for rain
to become glorious mud

Mud in your eye
the jealous eye of the beholder
resting in splendid repose
an eyestalk tall
extruding meters from the ground
where AI may see all that can be

Myriad creatures scurry and worry
fretfully finding crumbs
adequate for never-when
never known
particles of dust
in the wind to begin

Clinging to wheels mud is the deal
it shapes mysterious norms
conforms all blings to ring tone echoes
raps that whir
howling through sagebrush
cowboy poetry ranched
punching cattle

Greenest tiny growth
grass emotes
everyplace like an ocean
rearranging tan, sallow yellow bricks of colors
closest things to freeze dried dead
past punchers placed patterns
breaking trails for electronic fences
mending meaningless dividers for gold coins

To spend or not to spend
that is the question
weather it is colder hailing
or enduring outrageous rain
dirt doth show the snow
the way to flow
with freezes past
left to the summits of myths

Clods of time compacting past
warm flatness of high desert plains
with mountains able lost tectonic orogeny
well rounded to host remorseless dirt
electrostatic strong force brethren
coating fields with fixed sentient things
pretending rhymes with reasons
presence need be and become
tomorrow
with the will to outlast lush
verdant urges that overcomes senses
wherein politics rush
social piles of bones built
Nemissoolatakoos
overcome by the great spirit’s rivers
-Heraclitus never stepping in the same Universe
twice.

The Final Boss (poem)


The final boss
goat poet prospects grazing
the field of dreams where raising
with dross sludge of poems befudged
are myriad cantilevered verses breathing
with life given from amateur hopes
beside Browning, Yeats, Keats and Pope

  One final toss
a shimmering sonnet
the dark lady’s legs
below the mysterious bonnet
Wallace Steven’s insurance
provides countless sharp notes
to Wesli Court’s forerunning peer
the final boss;
William Shakespeare.

2/5/24

Dictum de Gödel (poem)


Would a dictum de omni for Gödel's paradigm
fill a set of all sets with doubts laid to rest?
satisfy a build up with many theories and means
parameters for testing material scenes
like 256 forms of syllogistic A, I, E, O dreams
where just twenty-four valid ones form proper tests
and reply with lyre's ballad rhymed lyrics
everything in the cosmos proves to critics
whirring levels of black-bird spun trees
chastise silence to spring quantum string mystics.





2/4/24

Another Three Guys Joke

 Three guys rob a bank in Washington D.C. one at a time (they are Democrats). The first guy was from South Sudan. He pointed a gun at the teller and said' "Give me all your lunches."

The second guy walked in- a twelve year old hacker with an addiction and said; "Give me all your bitcoin".

The third guy, a Chinese dude, walked in to the bank, pointed a gun at the teller and said; "Give me all your I.O.U.s".

2/1/24

.575 Caliber (Haiku)

 

Gluons spin to light
massless tie-ins to the right
Africa's prime flight

  Quarks dreamt on the coast
so much to learn; time is toast
-being is not trite

  Gravity’s away
while life grows another day
the end not in sight.

1/24/24

Nonce-sense (a poem)

 

Phatend up universes
expand from morrows
bigger with life
depletin so much sorrows

A point a pint pitchin quick gillies
placin new shots with barbed tonguing grillins
shocked monkey'd Ukrainian landers
wicked war chordites confoundin lost peace plans

Too wild sprung all-go-rythms
carry up more nonce sense
directly illustrating singularity talk
unto crenelated ears.

If it Spins it was Spun (poem)

 

If it spins
it was spun
for every hard thing had begun
hard links
soft links
more was to the better
God was good
Good is God

God is good
Good was God
isosceles tri-angles became silky seashells
broken down and weathered
pretenses of past tensors
even while waves signed
inventions abode
with conjecture and levers.

What Piety and Justice Are- A Rewrite from the Euthyphro

Dramatis Persona;

E=Euthyphro

S=Socrates

S- Good day Euthyphro; how goes it bud?

E- Fine my friend. So you are out of jail again?

S-Indeed Euthyphro, the charge of hate speech won’t stick. It was just petty calumny by establishment insiders throwing shade. What about yourself? I hear you have a day in court ahead?

E-Quite so Socrates. It’s payback time for my old man. He murdered one of our slaves so I have charged him with that capital offense.

S-No, that can’t be; he is you blood.

E-Makes no difference Socco; he did the deed and need pay the piper.

S-Yes Euthy- the piper must be paid. How did this crime occur?

E-My drunken da thought the slave was a killer and chained him to the gallows while he went to ask the prophetic oracle of ChatAI what the right moral action is; should he ang the lout or just keelhaul him beneath the largest trireme in the Athenian fleet. While da was on his mission to talk with the oracle of ChatAI the slave died from hypothermia overnight in the snow. That was a cold blooded murder by da I say.

S- Yes, piety need be pursued to the logical spring of truth. Are you confident your decision to have your Da punished for not attending to the well being of the slave is just and pious?

E-Same difference Socco.

S-What is justice and piety Euthy?

E-It’s what is fair and just, and God loves it.

S-I see; God loves it because it is pious or is it pious and just because God loves it?

E- Were you smoking crack in gaol Socco? Those seem like pretty fine hairs to split.

S- Indeed the a soul in gaol had some fine green yet I did not inhale for I have been charged by Miletus, a youngster with a scraggly beard and a hooked nose, with corrupting youth and inventing false gods of science for the masses to worship with legal dope and free brothels for everyone.

E-None of that is true, plainly.

S-Plainly.

E. Now what is justice?

S-You don’t know Euthy?

E-Just saying, if you remember, because crack makes you forgetful, or is that age? Never mind; piety is doing the will of God in all things because God is good.

S- Is God good because he is God, or God because he is good?

E- God is a great mathematician that built the Universe with math. Everything is a triangle or a portion of something like that; strings, quarks, gluons; you know; a math Universe.

S-So sin is to provide wrong answers to questions involving the underlying order of the Universe?

E-Certainly. Would you like me to be your instructor?

S-Yes Euthy, I will be your disciple for you have the wisdom of youth.

E-Modestly speaking Socrates, I post at Facebook and Iinstagram a lot. People wait to watch me post at Tik Tok sides.

S-Excellent! I can tell the court that I was misinformed about dope, brothels, abortion, illegal entry to Athens, hate speech and sundry items that I supported and that may have corrupted youth. I will say that now that I am your disciple I attend to the strait and narrow path of proper mathematics underlying the constructions and order of this Universe or any other with reasonable quarks, scintillations of excited forms and virtual energy emerging from fields such as the Higgs that are pervasive though sometimes imperfect copies of forms in the mind of God.

E- Yes Socco; I can see that I have corrected you in part already; for you must know that morality simply means conforming to the will of God and the order of the Universe he has constructed of real, irrational and rational numbers with righteous gage theory, Abelian algebra, Lie groups, Eigenfunctions, Differential equations, Hilbert Space with machine language content quantum computed etc. The underlying order of the Universe may be interpreted as natural law sentient beings need comply with to avoid being folded, spindled and mutilated through time, or in the beyond. Willful sin and impiety means being odd when evenness is required for passage through innate filters of structured order.

S- Do you take American Express Euthy?

1/22/24

Time and Its Place in Nature (a poem)

 

Plato in the Timaeus wrote-" Now of the two triangles, the isosceles has one form only ; the scalene or unequal-sided has an infinite number." -Something to consider…imperfection takes countless forms from the most basic, like nature, yielding countless varieties until the power runs out.

The unified field
was a dot with all time
for-itself
without extent
as if exiting non-being
a suggestion from the progenitor
a thought of extension
expansion and inflation
sending time and gravity to be and become
nature with Timaeus’ guideposts
mile markers if gravity splitting
with the strong next
leaving the electroweak to full throttle Higgs, Electro-magnetism and the Higgs
crashing particles acquiring mass with hydrogen and light
flooding being the Universe called the scald
cooled down over eons clumping together
pie crust galaxies forming
quantum foam noaming
agitated like a can of spray wax
disinclined to wane

  Nature was born like a gumball machine of stars and planets
gimbaled and symbols with black hole pockets
centering in galactic sprockets
Newton’s Liebnizian wheels of machines
where sentients could dream
additional things

  Thales speculating of the nature of water
and how time is interpreted like roaring shockers of ink blotters
moments in temporal fields crash like waves of rhymes
life arising from circumstance designed before time
struck a thin vacuum hosting fur fields
like a dream unknowing of anything real

    Heraclitus and Parmenides believed nature would grow
and things emerge from that which does show
yet lizards as large as a barn would command
researches of wizards of mathematics and cans
excavating below furrows for bones of the beasts
grown like artichokes, persimmons and leaks

    It’s green and red and black and white
stone and magma, cellular and light
with leaves complied like shadows buried in years
millennia deep crenellations before stratifications keep
records with carbon dated peaks

  Membranes and dimensions grow with damped force
changing with pressure from a pre-destined course
order from a point of time in null-space
extracted relatively, minus eternity prima facie

  Nature is spun with Abelian gauged fields
contrary to nothing, everything reveals
more of the something; the stuff that dreams are made
shaking spears with strings and quarks
are punctuations to momentarily go dark

  The spirit of God
is the host of nature
thermodynamic waterfalls and quantum rivers
with sharp, stark hot and cold
that may give life shivers
and wonder about all that breathes
everything rising and breaking down to knees.

Fourteen Point One Percent (a poem)

 

I thought I would journey to Proxima Centarui B
4.26 light years from away
electro-magnetic field accelerated
somewhat less than the speed of light
ten years round trip with a couple of months on-site
141 years would pass on earth
before I returned to the fight

  14.1 percent more time occurs
to those stationary in comparison
to those that at .99% light speed go
places in space-time through relativistic fields
patched up with the Higgs 
gravity will yet slow

  Observation of G at the speed of light
mixing with mass in vacuum’s cold night
to unify massless theory and probability cues
where insertion elsewhen renders everything new
the separation at time=0 plus
without coercion a mysterious fuss

  Conversions of echoes to field strength data
harmonic deontology chords for Zeubin Mehta
classified whirls wrapped in geometries
created time dimensions melted down
a song of salvation sends progenitor’d sound

  Time minus extension has one point to disappear
where everything is potential
and the distant is near
it waits for differentiation from the state of the same
reverse courses from the construction of fields blown apart
take travelers toward the beginning
to one field-separating start

    A Proxima Centaturi shear black field of layered forces
left time to overcome with evident dimensional courses
to venture for everywhen that fell from the night
and pluralism’s glories of beingness’ roses
time’s seas in all directions
are an index for sight
where we saw the vision
and discerned dark and light.

1/19/24

At Last (a hypo-test stanza)

 

Beginning and end are nothing to mend
alpha to omega are stars just to spend
being and becoming eventual days
from childhood memories to twilights' last rays
emptiness found that forest all around
devoid of the people one knew like the sounds
echoing laughter to shelter the now
silence has overtaken time with the Tao
over the edge of the waterfall it flows
finally with the Lord one may at last go.

1/15/24

An Exit from Time (poem)

 

    One looks for signs and lines
revealing the last exit from time
from a stream that rolls on forever
until the last star fades away
it’s a secret place
without a trace
‘til the curve is too extreme
in the present

  Shaped like a black hole
time flows upon a grassy knoll
thickening like syrup
flowing to scuppers
aging quickens dreams
leaking like cups
offering sacraments
to the corrupt

  Where to watch the temporal flow
a train of living history
leaving mysteries to know
for the incomplete life
does have somewhere to go
through the end of personal time
In the temporal show
 
 

  It may roll on to silence
virtual quarks ebb and flow
conserved the energy of time is less
the faster it goes
what to write, what to see
if human wisdom is folly to be
social discourse  compacts wealth
with creativity subdued
to decadent health
martinets complete meaningless marrow
to reap  a secular shelf
forgetful of the strait and narrow.

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Mr. Trump and the Retainer Paid to a Journalist

 So far as I have learned Donald Trump is on trial for 34 counts of paying a journalist not to publish bad news about him. Trump's attor...