I sort of woke with an idea for a poem/blog at 4 this morning…. I was reexamining the math and slope of rumor, theory, supposition, opinion, fact, and truth, and then the higher unassailable, essential truths. Things that are called facts if not supported by statistics, as well as testable suppositions and assumptions are not facts, but merely opinions…. some of those are not much more than rumors. I heard from people, meaning I have no statistics, and it’s unverifiable. I’ve heard that two out of three people believe this… did you ask three people, not much veracity, but if you sampled 50,000 people and 67% believe this, then two out of three is something to pay attention to… but this is not a truth, it is a fact about opinions, shaped by how the questions are asked and the assumptions represented. Truth is something that can be proven (even if it’s difficult) to be true all the time, i.e. if A=B, and B=C, then A=C is a theory that can be analyzed and with some difficulty proven to be a truth that is immutable. But essential truths are more valuable, for they are caused by the examination of our “essence” as in we are human, and thereby not infallible. This cannot be proven except by a history of existence and examination of our souls, or for that matter our soles… you didn’t think this was going to be totally serious did you?
Category Archives: Poems
I Can’t stand it anymore…
I’ve listened to too many lies, and distorted facts, some may not like this, but I write what I feel and what comes to me….
Trump Lies
If the truth would suffice
He doesn’t even think twice
He’d firmly embrace a lie
Even if he knows it can’t fly
Because the lie sounds better
He’ll allow imagination unfetter
By the peskiness of inconvenient facts
Or the annoyance of uncomfortable acts
For once he embraced the joy of the lie
There’s no legends his mind cannot deny
Of greatness for self once again
And absolution of any possible sin
For in his scattered, tattered mind
America’s great again, and everything’s fine
Weather Always Lies…
Weather Always Lies
It shows one thing then another
Makes you wonder why you bother
To look and see whatever it will be
Now and nearly soon in this vicinity
Measures and monitoring of the skies
Matters not as weather always lies
We’ll never know which way the wind blows
So, put your hat on, for only God knows
Whether today, clouds will bring rain
Or blue skies will win out in the main
On this day, or maybe a helmet on your head
To protect from wicked hail stones instead
We can never know, for weather will always lie
Except to the birds that know when it’s time to fly
May Flowers
May Flowers
If we are afield and dancing in the wind
With spirit of life and love alive within
We may aspire to be an object of desire
A part of perpetuating life’s spiritual fire
Seeding the color of future days refrain
Feeding the story of life’s magical chain
Or rather the pride of a glorious display
An exalted position of prominent array
We exclaim, look at us, we’re proud to show you
Beauty and spirt of our glorious design and hue
And despite detachment from the wind outside
And the little we die each day with glory and pride
To bring the joy and beauty of Mother Earth today
In form of endearment in glass on this Mother’s Day
The Tower of Babel
The Tower of Babel from Google Arts and Culture:
The Tower of Babel
Pieter Bruegel the Elder circa 1568
The Tower of Babel
We were tested and we are here
There is nothing more for us to fear
We will build a monument of fantastic height
To demonstrate our stupendous, glorious might
We will knock on heaven’s misty door
On the seventy-second constructed floor
Beyond the clouds our greatness shown
Beyond the height that birds have flown
Marshaling all our capability, all peoples as one
Working, laboring our way toward the sun
Masons, carpenters, quarrymen, mariners too
Bakers, shepherds, milkmaids, butchers and you
Join in and see the work, see all we can do
See the materials, the cranes the boats too
We are greater than all that came before
We will rise above, we’ll knock on God’s door
Until we are no longer great and act as one
As the babel comes up and lays upon
As the words of not one peoples but seventy-two
Makes it impossible to tell each other what to do
We who worked so hard together now fail
Because we don’t know what to call a pail
Our hubris has been rewarded with confusion
With what we cannot see, our tower is brought to ruin
We will think this is our world and we are giants all
Until something brings us down, something small
A Tower of Babel, a monument to all we are
Is flawed and will never get very far
Because we will never act as one
Humble people under the sun
Cave Art – Our World
Grotte Chauvet, in the South of France
https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/horses-fresco/rQE_FzwjhB5e9Q
Mankind has been representing the world in two and three dimensions for 30,000 years and most probably further back in time. These representations maybe realistic, or impressionistic, or simply patterns that have symbolic meaning. Clearly some had religious or educational significance, but most certainly it was often just for viewing pleasure. Creativity and artistry is inherently human. Other creatures may be taught to play with paint and brush, other creatures may sway with music, some may be taught to sing, and birds may mimic a tune, but none create art. None find it within their very being to produce something non-functional for the simple purpose of pleasing each other. The cave art shown in the link above, is offered as man’s first mural. It is very good art and is quite remarkable when viewed in the context of time and as we ponder this intrinsic capacity of humankind. As I’ve been sharing my poetic view of works of art, I thought it may be interesting to go back to a more primitive time and bring this art to life in poetry. As I contemplated what to say, I wondered if these primitive artists and their patrons were not so different from us, connecting with the world with the tools and capabilities they had at hand.
Our World
There is no time
There is now and forever
There is all I’ve seen and done
For this is my life
I’ll show you on these walls
In this world that is for now home
With no limits, no boundary
Shared with these creatures I can draw
I give them life on these walls
Without me they have no name
It is I that can give them immortality
I that give them value
With my eye, my mind, my hand
As I was taught by my elders
And I will teach my young
It is who we are
It is who we’ll always be
It is our world, and we can create
It is in us, we are in part of it
It is our world
Come see, see what will be
Come see forever
Our world
Girl with a Pearl Earring
More from Google Arts and Culture:
https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/girl-with-a-pearl-earring-johannes-vermeer/3QFHLJgXCmQm2Q
Johannes Vermeer c. 1665
Girl with a Pearl Earring
She glances my way
Translucent and ethereal
She touches my heart
With her oriental way
As her light illuminates
All that seems dark
Except her and her own
As it shines through
Because she noticed me
And let it run me through
And through
Just because, she says
The Starry Night
Google offers an arts and culture online site that presents famous works of art in great detail for us to study. I thought it would be an interesting challenge to write poems to accompany famous pieces of art. A bit presumptuous I know, but oh well, it’s my blog site… so here’s my first attempt for the iconic Vincent Van Gogh painting The Starry Night, painted in 1889.
https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/the-starry-night-vincent-van-gogh/bgEuwDxel93-Pg
Starry Night
A mind so demonstrably bright
Gazing with more than eyes into the night
Picturing what your soul must be
Broiling waves of light across a sea
Of stars that ripple down a hill
Like an avalanche of emotion and will
Allowing journey beyond horizon
To the stars and planets of Orion
The passions, the disturbances of rippled time
Supported by the calm of this village of thine
That warms us no matter the night cold
With the heat of passions and story told
Of the village home, that is sleepy and dark
While the soul does emphatically hark
To the desires of travel so far beyond
Where new experiences may be found
And along the way the colors, the proportion
The vividness of this creative mind’s notion
Projecting on who we will all become
Before it’s hidden again by the light of the sun
We must remember…
We Must Remember
Gone is our time of innocence
Gone is our time of fearlessness
When our handshake was our bond
When a hug was the greeting of friends
And gone too is trust of leaders to protect
Us, not just their own political futures
When science has too few answers
Leaving room for conspirators and
For scammers to find prominence
Feeding on our fears and weaknesses
For we have many
And yet there rises above all of this
Some truth tellers that find their voices
Their purpose,
And doctors, and nurses and
Food deliverers and makers of
The tools that the frontline needs,
Who know it’s their time to shine
While we wait for a better time
They deliver with compassion
With kindness and courage
While we hope for normality
For they are our angels
And we need to reward them
With a new place in our world
For their nobility of service
And their sacrifice… and we will
By God remember them!
Butterflies
Butterflies
Two butterflies flitted by in a dance
Possibly a game or maybe romance
Certainly a rebirth from something remote
As an angel unwrapped from an old ugly coat
And so they dance, in celebration of living
In a rebirth, in a new beginning
As a new spring is upon us and within us
As we will be reborn, with help of angels among us