fear fell away from discussion
the inferior postulate
that anothers poetry
hath not free speech
beneath the scope
of obligation
of love
of love the mind
is left, desolate sound
and smut ridden apocalypse
is your pretense to burn
burning earth in chase of heroic confine
subjection, and of war crimes study
you have been charted
from paranormal disdain
congradulatory suffering
is you house furnished?
Right out of the gate
the world grows eyes on the inside of time.
A banana tree as tall as an eyelash
bears bunches of fat yellow legs,
clusters of pendular legs are called hands.
Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind.
Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes,
or ponder too much
on tarantulas and small venomous snakes.
Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain
can be hard work if you’re not used to it.
nevertheless,
raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life.
After much rehabilitation and recover
feel free to postulate
that life seems much longer than it really is.
Most mature bananas are about the same length,
this simple observation alone
will make you unrecyclable forever.
THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY
Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate.
Just as the tale of "magno magnets",
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another.
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other,
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact.
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made,
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates.
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles,
attraction is established and so is unlike souls.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright©January,2023.
Home alone in space
Timeless energy abides
All things postulate
Soft music under stoned stars
Relief from burned out being(s)
I postulate ocelots
as proselytes for chocolate:
they’d get word out on the dot;
they’re easy to spot.
And I’d tell a parable
or something comparable,
with a nugget of caramel
to be retold a lot.
Earth brown exterior:
clearly superior;
heavenly interior,
delicious and gold.
Here comes Sir Lancelot,
riding his ocelot.
Yeah, sure, it costs a lot,
but aren’t you sold?
If information is the fifth dimension,
and computer code is written
into the fabric of the universe,
then physicists postulate the reality we see
is only a simulation.
If so I must ask who wrote the code,
and why not delete the equations
that give us greed, hatred, fear and war?
"James Gates Finds Computer Code In String Theory Equation,"
June 23, 2015, spiritualcoretheory.com
"A new experiment could confirm information as the fifth state of matter," March 2022, interestingeginerring.com
Could there be vast realms of unknown nebulae
Beyond the farthest reaches of space exploration,
Only distant patches of gray density in distant sky
Giving discussion to theories of unending cogitation?
This expanding universe appears to go on forever
In space and time beyond our beleaguered experience,
Encouraging us to think we are more than clever
Who postulate on the fringes of common sense.
Have we hosted strange visitors from that outer space
Unbeknownst except in myriad tales of lore
From those who witness in various and sundry place
Eerie phenomena and UFOs never seen before?
We might suppose, despite unconfirmed evidence,
That taken altogether something seems amiss
Some purportedly real but have no precedence,
And most of us do not know what to think of this!
For sure, the universe is vast and holds the key,
Perhaps, to the future of every living thing on earth
It behooves us to explore, to boldly go and see
What lies beyond our horizons, our place of birth.
HONORABLE MENTION
"It's a Big, Big, Big World" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, September 13, 2021
Fate; is it something near or that afar?
Is it carved in stone or written in sand?
Eternal wonder — space surrounds the star.
Cosmos; uniquely dealt to each a hand.
Dearest Mother Earth, is my father...Time?
I feel that both have connections with me—
this search for myself spent stuttering “I’m”...
Depths of both filled with reflections of me!
Fight or flight? Still; bipolar gravity—
a chain of events logic can’t equate...
Metaphysical or analogy?
Alice? Atlas? Parallel postulate!
Mysterious. Civil poor are battling.
Affluence. Civil war foreshadowing.
November 27, 2020
“A Foreshadowing”
Edward Ibeh
If you’re a carpenter,
You can fix it with a hammer and nail
If you’re a captain,
You can get there with a crew and a sail
If you’re the warden,
You can lock it up inside of a jail
Everybody got a solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
If you’re an analyst,
You can lay it down on your couch
If you’re an activist,
You need only march and shout
If you’re an anarchist,
Go on and burn the city down
Everybody got a solution...
Biased perspectives --
Hidden objectives --
Static images in a prime lens
Our various stances
Across the same plane
Decide how each ray of light bends
If you’re a scientist,
You can theorize and postulate;
If a Creationist,
We been kicked outta the garden by fate
A sado-masochist?
Should be no problem keeping a date
I’m no romanticist --
I’m too old to stay up this late
Everybody see the solution
Nobody possibly wrong
I’d love to jump to a conclusion
But the distance is too damn long
(To be sung to the tune of “Alouette”)
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
When you muddle and confuse, then you simply cannot lose,
Complicate, obfuscate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Use a complicated word every time your voice is heard
Dazzle twits with your wits,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Seven letters and above are the words the game’s made of
Show your knowledge learned in college,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
If your meaning’s understood, then the words are just no good,
Make it sound tres profound,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
You will sound like such a whiz if your word selection is
Unintell - igible,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Postulate, exacerbate, extricate, pontificate,
Inundate, aggravate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
I swallowed hard the feelings scorned,
to finish off my plate
But filled I was in sated form
a glutton postulate
I bit off more than I could chew,
with meat still on the bone
My stomach full of fiery barbs
—leftovers unatoned
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
Not always understanding…
I write out the words
Lost in comprehension,
till wonder returns
Each line a new postulate,
no phrase left to chance
Last metaphor a song
—my mind still to dance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
One answer to Patrick Deneen's question,
Why Liberalism Failed,
not necessarily opposed to Deneen's own
more LeftBrain position,
yet considerably shorter,
is:
Profoundly democratic liberalism,
like Christianity,
has failed because it has not been multiculturally tried,
to paraphrase anti-colonizing
and non-violent communicating
Mahatma Gandhi.
Strangely,
this may also be a kind of corollary
to respond to a different title,
How the West was Won,
which would thereby postulate
How the West was Lost
by Win/Lose capitalist pretensions
to overpower Win/Win resilient integrity.
I Read someone's words
All Agreements in tow
They made my heart cry
My Minds start to bleed
No one to follow
No one to lead
The words began to spread
By land, sea and air
Every known creature
Far and wide
Above and below
Wet or dry
Made music
With the words
As I listened they spoke
I drank them in deep
Then deeper still, they
Made my thoughts ease
My emotions to flow
All fearhate subsided
And love laid aglow
Authentic is my self
Unconditional soul
Forever un domesticated
Exit Ego fishbowl
I Am Because GOD IS!
If the spirit's not everything, poetry's dust
And if God's not our author, the future is rust,
And if I'm not right well then how am I wrong?
Or have you known from birth all the words of your song?
I'm not trying to tell you what I say is RIGHT!
Just that FAITH is my answer when things "Bump" at night,
I can study creation, but God's beyond ken,
And I postulate FAITH is one way humans win!
If my faith's not the truth, well for me it still works,
If I'm right and God's there, there might even be perks,
And if love's not His essence, then what would it be?
And if love, I think soul, hearts that love God are key!
But I'm not like Pascal; I'm not making a bet,
If you proved that God's dead would not move me and yet,
It does sadden me truly if you doubt His ways,
Is your death real, God dead? Simply logic forays!
Can you hear me? Consider this world, then, His Will.
Are we not well provisioned? Do you feel a chill?
How can man fear soul's loss who trusts Justice is fact,
But that Grace is sufficient, because of Christ's act!
Long Tooth
August 25, 2018
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