Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior,
and unravels the enigmatic structure
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture,
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.
My expertise as a geologist
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains,
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.
Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of the creation
of the continents and the oceans,
explores the complex make-up
of the deep interior and the lofty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
All these aspects are imprinted
in the contents of the rocks,
enunciating the 4.5 billion year history of the earth.
As a professional geologist,
my expertise lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
forming the mountain chains,
Like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stone to me,
it enumerates the fascinating anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
and unfolds the mysteries of the blue planet.
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March 30, 2023
Control elucidates your very needs
As her breath wisps you away
In a single plight.
You find yourself savory
With such delight.
As your needs are fulfilled
With a single grin.
Forgiven are the sins
She forces on you.
As security is essential
To your survival.
Withdrawn
Your will to flee.
Ever-growing
Your falsified love.
Regret is not in your vocabulary.
As her breath wisps you away
In a single plight.
- Caroline Youngless
07/26/2020
Rongali bihu
Rong cascading down
the days around April fifteenth
jotted over the almanac
(Rong bihu or Rongali bihu, the Assamese gala)
luring New Year for the Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong gleaned from Vishuvam - the Sanskrit word
Rong elucidates vernal equinox
Rong typifies joy
like lovers discreetly conclave in the cavern
when two bodies melded with one soul
Rong caught a whiff of fresh kopou phool perfume - Foxtail Orchid or Dove Flower
Rong is humble abode of the shameless parasites Cuckoo
enduring the rythym of Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong is the dance of life
Rong is the food celebration
Rong is the offspring of love and happiness
#and in background, I can hear my beloved 80's hit song - 'O Xun Toradoi Nasaba Morom Lagakoi' (O My Dear Beloved Don't Stare Adorably) ...
Being with Jesus Christ*
...emboldens faith, deterring discouragements
...enlightens the unlearned, defying sin-obscurity
...educates the ignorance, displaying truth
...exposes God's marvels, demanding holiness
...elucidates Bible knowledge, detracting hypocrisy
...exclaims heavenly perception, directing toward scriptural pursuits
...enriches life, developing servant-leadership!
*Acts 4:13 "Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marvelled; and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus."
February 18, 2019
Walk with me,
I will guide you onto the moon;
And I will tell you who elucidates the darkness
Walk with me,
I will lead you into aesthetic blossom's patch;
And I will tell you who is the most adorable
Walk with me,
I will reach you to the Lucinia Megarhynchos;
And I will tell you who sings the ariose songs
Walk with me,
I will steer to the wild blue yonder;
And I will tell you who has the unttermost eternity
Walk with me,
I will take you to the sky full of multitudinous stars;
And I will tell who glistens like a pearlescent
Walk with me,
I will regulate you to the Amazon rainforest;
And I will tell you how much green and monumental it is
Come with me,
I will sail to the infinite Sea;
I will tell you how largest and deep it is.
Come with me,
I will ride you onto the blowing wind;
And I will tell you how gentle and cool it breathes
Come with me,
I will do the things that I couldn't do;
And I will you what's there,
That I can't do for you.
Come with me,
I will let you touch my feelings;
And I will tell you how much I love you.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |
Each new day elucidates the night
bringing shadows, allusions, forth to clear
the angst of shattered memory and fright,
opening eyes once shut with nighttime fear.
Each new day illuminates the mind
brushing aside the cobwebs caused by age,
sending feelers out to search and align
with an expanding universal stage.
Each new day testifies to the endlessness
of life within the spin and weave of time;
the immortal Eye extrudes largesse
reel in each floral scent, each kiss, sublime.
All praise the majesty, the all seeing Eye
which returns to us a new day at sunrise.
7/12/14
The effervescent glow my smitten eyes ingratiate
The duplicitous shadow your intentions obfuscate
The sparkling twinkle my collateral dreams exfoliate
The superficial glare my residual doubts accentuate
A momentary blink doth my pensive libido inflate
Subsequent roll of your eyes, my fantasies obliterate
An inquisitive glance; a silted pathway doth emanate
Your squinting eyes doth the conduit adumbrate
Satin, silky folds a pure stream elucidates
Dark, grainy cavities; a briny well percolates
Deep, iris blue waves; my horizon illuminates
Pulses of green light skew my compass coordinates
ELITE ELOCUTION
Pray tell
My belle
Bespeak thy spell
And pierce my fragile shell
To make of me a harbinger in hell
My belle
Please explain
My swain
How thou shall surely be the measure of my pain
Please make plain
The stain upon my life which you will, with certainty, ordain
And about all my merriment which you have slain
Poor me, left with nothing left to gain
Caught in a realm where the unruly reign
My swain
Kindly repeat
My sweet
Why you granted me such grievances to greet
While mourning the morning we came to meet
A pert lady, both pretty and petit
Who elucidates the elite
But is far less than discreet
And defined well my love’s ultimate defeat
‘tis true
That is you,
my sweet
So utter goodbye and please finally free me
Because with you it’s not easy for me to be me
And let me make it all quite clear
That I fear
I like not liking you more than I liked liking you, my dear
So there!
© 2009…..free cee!
Embitterment is adamantic,
Contritely it binds us to banality.
Why so perplexing to commend?
Compliments coloured profane.
Fawning bravo elucidates,
The wax before the wane.
Inadequacy, scourge of all,
Comparison should be banned,
Rulers immediately burnt,
Thus measurement will cease.
Envy is our burden,
When weal should be the cheer.
Sore it is to adulate,
Inswathed by constant fear.
But paragons revolve like signs,
And Excellence is exceeded.
With each distinctive aeon,
Beauty dons a different skin.
Notice how the stars
are pulling away from us,
and their light is less luminous?
I remember seeing them closer
than the flickering lightning bugs;
now even they fly to another universe...
An ever-changing universe
is an admonition of events
coming to an awful conclusion,
and as it extends further into infinity,
our fears grow too real to dispel mystery;
nights without stars
is a sea without sails,
pity the lonely moon staring in confusion...
The eclipse of the effulgent moon,in mid-winter,
covered the solar surface with obscurity,
even momentarily,we felt its density
and leaned on the edge of despair;
when light returned, hope was restored
in an ever-changing universe so vast and cold...
Only astronomy sees the changes
to enforce this belief on us,
and elucidates them with exact details;
and if we are deprived of perception:
we must tap our intuition
and flee with an ever-changing universe,
before every star disappears from our skies...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Bounce.Bounce.And again.
Dribble.Pass.Jump.
And that satisying swish.
Clawing through the court,
Escaping clasping hands,
Run, faster than the wind.
And then, you jump.
See the sun grinning at you,
Until you descend down to earth.
Sky is the limit.
But this game elucidates,
That it really isn't.
There's more to the world than that.
Something that only this game,
Could teach me.