Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Schrödinger’s Letter





As long as the envelope is unopened
it is both good news and bad.

Not knowing is both hopeless and hopeful,

and there is no joy in such a state.

Anticipation is a rusty blade that

slips into the gut faster than pain, but

the anticipation gives the blade a twist

and the pain is there. The twist of fate.

The autobiographical plot-twist,

and there is no end to this without

opening that damn envelope.

‘Wanting to know' battles ‘it’s better

not to know.’  Fear of not knowing

begins to hurt worse than fear of

knowing.  Eventually.  To know

‘Knowing’ is, however, the natural

death of hope.  Not knowing is the

most essential ingredient of Hope.

 

Friday, September 6, 2013

Useless Wings by tex norman


Useless Wings by tex norman
 
Some birds don't fly, but they have wings.
What that must be like to have something
that should impart an ability but it doesn't.
 
How painful it must be to want do something
that, for all apparent reasons, you should be
able to do, and yet you clearly, demonstrably
 
cannot do.  It is doubtful the turkey would be
on so many plates for Thanksgiving if they
had the gift of soaring flight.  And chickens
 
are like sitting ducks.  No. It's worse than that,
and it explains why so many are consumed
daily.  Do Penguins pensively stand patiently
 
huddled on a sheet of ice, all winter, because,
being nonflying birds, it is safer for them there?
Are Ostriches so unpredictable mean because
 
they are just so pissed off about not being
able to use the wing they were bone with?
Having a few useless gifts of my own I am
 
not totally clueless to how the might feel.
I can see the edge, and I'm thinking, do
I dare dash to the edge determined
 
to place my faith in what has failed me so
many times before?  Is my lack of faith
the flaw that keeps from from success?
 
Do I dare try to do what I've been unable
to do a dozen times before?  Is my flaw
never taking that one, no turning back try?

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Definition poems

This is a word count poem of 25 words.
The pattern is like this:  The poem is 9 lines lone and each line has a set number of words:

1.                 One Word--------The first word is the word you are going to define.
2.                Two Words------Followed by the words defining line one.
3.                Three Words
4.                Four Words
5.                Five Words
6.                Four Words
7.                Three Words
8.                Two Words
9.                One Word--------Then if possible use a synonym for line one 
                                      or some cleaver ending.

Example but when you are done you can eliminate the numbers:

1.       DOUBT                                  --by tex norman
2.      When you
3.      ask a child
4.      ‘who ate the cookies?’
5.      and they say they have
6.      no idea,. . .  with their
7.      mouths full . . . and
8.      they’re chewing
9.      something.

Just try defining some short common words or unusual words in this manner.  It could be enough for a book all by itself.



Faith:
Trust in
an unsubstantiated story,
a myth, because it’s
shared by many non-thinking beings
too lazy to think
for themselves, too
dumb to
doubt.


Dog:
A living
thing so delightful
its presence almost proves
the existence of a loving,
all powerful, all loving 
higher power.  Well,
they're almost
enough.


Money:
An idea
That, when accepted
by all, turns ordinary
paper into our idea of
money, when it is
still, just ordinary
slips of
paper


Intimacy:
A combination
of vulnerability and
trust with a dash
of believing you are desired
and able to return
your ecstasy for
her delightful
ecstasy.


Fortuitous:
It has
Nothing to do
With fortune. It’s occurring
By chance, serendipitous, lucky, an
Unexpected accident like the
day I meet
you.



Assurance:
No knowledge
and no doubt
equals absolute assurance and
makes intolerance and short term
solutions the political norm.
No doubt creates
the stupidly
sure.
  

Doubter:
Knowledge plus
doubt results in
intellectual hesitancy that
will watch the world
implode, while absolutely certain they
know a better way. . .
maybe.  But doubt
says, “Maybe
not.”

  
Putative:
Believed to
be – assumed to
be – as in ‘putitive
father’  – not confirmed by DNA
but mom was there
and pretty sure
who she
screwed.

  
Insomniac:
You lay
in your bed
like meatloaf in an
oven at a low temp
and you think and
wait and until
you're finally
done.

  
Talent:
Do something
until you’re the
best one among all
the people you know and
never consider that that
doesn’t make
all that
good.


Republican:
Someone so
selfish and lucky
they believe they have
the power to take care
of themselves, so piss
on everyone who
is less
lucky.


Weakness:
The truth
behind every strength.
We are stronger than’
we know, and weaker than
we imagine.  Over time,
only our weakness
strengthens.  That’s
life.

  
Shitty:
Some days
are so shitty
you wake up and
immediately you can just smell
that shitty day heading
your way.  There’s
no way
out.


Selcouth:
It is
a synonym, for
cool.  If something is
wondrous, marvelous, delightfully rare and 
strange in a strangely
magnificent way then this
is the word 
to use.  
Cool.

Selcouth
is not
a word easily
used in a sentence.
Left alone, I made up
several selcouth plans to
change my life
Let it
be.


Malarkey:
Sounds like
bullshit, blither blather
yahdah, yahdah, double speak.
It is something you’d rather
not hear and damn
near to “them
is fightin’
words.

  
Uxorious:
Yes, dear.
No dear.  Can
I bring you something
please, dear.  Can I visit
my balls, my sweetness, my
warmness, my white throated
dove.  Sorry if
I’m bothering
you.


Sunday, June 9, 2013

Schwinn



The Christmas I was 9 I got
A Schwinn, red, no basket.
By May I’d discovered
Suicide Hill.  I was the only
one calling it Suicide Hill,
but coasting down this hill
felt dangerous.  As I grew
confident, it seemed not
dangerous but thrilling.  I
reached a speed that filled me
with joy.  I was going so it felt
like I could almost leave myself
behind
which was the ultimate
relief.    For a few moments I
escaped myself
I left me behind
 I remember looking back.  I could
almost so myself panting, weary,
out of breath

free of me finally.

Dandelion Days



















We are fast approaching
                                      the dandelion days

when a weed    with  a    noble history
teaches us all 
                        an important life lesson. 

From early spring to
                                  the first icy touches of winter,
the dandelion thrives. 

                      Some of us pull them,
                                               cut them
                                                    poison them
but the dandelion
                               keeps    showing up
                 holding no grudge. 

The dandelions      are 
                        just there,    
                                              alive,
                                                   flourishing,
                                                            
allowing us to observe a cycle of life
                                    we wish were ours.

Who among us would not want
                                        to survive,
                                              to thrive
                                        to live until
like the flower
                     our heads turn white, and lite
 our thoughts     are     fluffy little stars
                   
  thoughts that could be,
                            would be 
                                      will be
swept up by even the most subtle 
                                               breath of breeze,
thoughts that scattered
                              in all the obvious directions
                         landing in unexpected  places 

Each thought becomes a floating reminder
                     that we have one unequivocal  promise:
                                    
                                    life  goes  on.