Tag: Poetry

sometimes just a bird…

sometimes just a bird…

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12.12.2018

when on here the lonely call

of a bird that seems alone

against the coming grays of cold

wondering why he has not gone

off onto a winter home

notes… I finished up work about 3am last night (after a 1:30am jaunt monday… virus protection on your PCs people argghhghgh!!!), I was down in the boogie down bronx (actually a historical site turned into a supermarket), not exactly the nicest area but I have to say I enjoy traveling all over the tri-state area into every conceivable economic situation from Newark, the Bronx, Franklin Lakes, Millville, Smithtown, Copiague, Danbury, Hastings-On-Hudson, Cold Springs and so many more.  It is a good way to stick the thermometer of life in and take a reading to see what you don’t have on the high end and how much you do compared to those who live with much less.  I value that perspective, I try to ground myself in it (not always successful). sheesh I can ramble, point being I have been busy and tired (uninspired) but this hit me word for word as I got in my car this morning.  I opened the car door, heard this one little bird, I scanned for it, I could not triangulate the little bugger, even with no cover from leaves, bare trees and this singular sound bouncing about, sure in my head I know there are birds that stick it out, but still, if I had wings, would I stay in a place, like this ?

as always, thank you for reading, comments, thoughts, strange jars fashioned in the shape of faces are always appreciated.

music? … I must admit a guilty pleasure here, although they are technically sound I swear!  Underrated band that met their end too soon (and of course there is a NJ connection, hey, I am a homer)…

Badlands – Winter’s Call

(OK, cmon, forgive the hair, it was a thing at the time… the guitar sound is too sweet)

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

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I must admit I have been fascinated for a long time about the possibility of life out there, you know, the great vast out there, surely larger than us, our planet is literally a speck of dust, sure, we don’t like to think about it that way, but we can not all be ostriches about the whole thing, I ponder this topic in my mind, all the time, when I am buzzing about as a normal citizen my mind is trying the rubik’s of the universe out, so I am drawn to SETI (the search for extraterrestrial intelligence), our chances of finding others is slim because of the size of the universe (we will need some luck, but luck is what made the earth … the earth if you look at all the factors involved), we have been sending out signals to the stars via radio and TV transmissions for roughly 100 years now… imagine a million years from now that some civilization receives our signal, it will happen, but will we still be around ?  there is more heady stuff to consider as well because of the sheer distance between stars, for example it may take 100 years for a signal to reach an amenable target, if their technology is like ours (not likely) it may take 100 years to receive an answer, and in that 100 years back so much will happen, furthermore imagine if some advanced society detected us in the 1700’s and sent a signal, we did not have the capability to respond, so our efforts might be the same, we truly have to pass through the eye of the needle at this point in our evolution to find another civilization out in the universe, i will probably not see it in my lifetime, but there is hope, humans are clever little beings, and I believe in their ability. thusly that brings me to this composition:

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“echoes of the universe” 12.5.2018

voices from a distant star

a signal, or false alarm

or arrived to late

as civilizations fall,

our ears as dishes we turn to the sky

to the outer, to the beyond the space of our earth

hoping for a glimpse of life

a gilligan’s island of alien kind

a simple hello

a wave goodbye

as dreams of our longing spirit

we search the sky for a biological twin

or perhaps a mere cousin

on the tree of life, yggdrasil

the branches full with the ornaments of stars

of galaxies, and super spirals

of the enigmas of celestial bodies

and all

and all we seek

is the faintest of all

the loudest whisper

into that ear

“we’re here”

A lighter avenue for the weekend…

A lighter avenue for the weekend…

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The weekend, well, for me one day, I like to keep it light and post poems or jokes… or both, or just silly little things that have crossed my mind, so this is one of those posts (plus there is not as many eyeballs on wordpress because hopefully you are all out doing cool weekend things), so without further verbosity (I seriously can’t help myself sometimes…)

 

 

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6/6/18 “coded”

lines of linux

lines of dos

compile

my coded thoughts

 

hypertext

not from a phone

markup language

not graffiti on a wall

 

meta tag

you’re it

url follow

take a trip

 

all this language make you crazed?

applets are not miniature apples

an orchard on your netscape

 

i think i’m infected

crypto-locker

time to check the time

surf to the atomic clock.

notes… OK, this is full on geek roots here, I am a coder (surprise, I love to write… code), heck I even remember my gosub routines,  I used to write webpages from scratch (HTML), it is all so automated now, there was an art to it, but it is much easier to point and click, I must admit.

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9.4.2018

I know it is early

when I can still hear the night crickets

the morning paper

what an anachronism

why do I still get this thing?

nostalgia or habit, I suppose

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11.20.2018

pepper-corns

ears have horns

manifest

the devil himself

pop goes the weasel

in your trousers

a child is born

pepper-corns

12.7.2018

I’m a balloon

I’m not sad

just deflated

silly music time…

Scatterbrain – I’m with Stupid

fun fun fun band, one of the best ever silly albums (but great on a technical level) of all time, well at least to this guy… it spans genres (metal, rock, funk, classical, doowop – seriously) and themes, and by the way, don’t call me ‘dude’…

I would be remiss if I did not say thanks for reading this.  All input, comments, questions and bake-ware is appreciated. (critique is especially valued, I can’t see myself now)

A simple thought for perspective.

A simple thought for perspective.

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10.9.2018

a lone flower standing

a lone in the field

in autumn, the last of it’s kind

as far as it knows

notes… life is all about perspective. As I have said in the past I do not write haiku (nothing against ya my haiku brothers and sisters) but this was haiku ‘feel’ to me (I have read tons of haiku books personally, I particularly like the death poem genre (jeez that sounds morbid, let me go paint my nails black…)

King’s X – Honesty (acoustic)

This song brings a tear to my eye, I must confess, and what does it matter now, when did it ever matter, how we put stock in what others think, the older I get the more I think… about how wrong I have been, and do not want to be going forward, all we can do is learn.  be well anyone who reads this, and thanks.

A simple thought from a familiar place…

A simple thought from a familiar place…

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“field” 12.5.2018

oh, she had her days

but those are of far away, now

echoes trailing back revel in children’s laughter

of games, and lemonade, and summer

here she lies, overgrown

an outline of once the home

tucked away in the corner of a misplaced park

more forest than yard

tales are told upon the rust

the creeping vines covers them up

the base lines sleep underneath

now shallow paths of grass barely deep

as trees bear closer

as the times forget

this vessel of once happiness

resplendent in no regrets

 

somewhere, the spark

the magic that once lit the sky

endless childhood

the innocent times

all still reflected here

in this, abandoned field.

I took the photos what feels like ages ago (here), the words came to me yesterday, well, 2 days ago now that feels like yesterday in my real time. this park is so odd, it is right on a major road with tons of traffic everyday, feet away, a little enclave hidden in plain sight, so strange.

my line of work is so nuts this time of year (12 hour days every day 6 days), i had an install tonight in Bensonhurst Brooklyn, the area has gotten so much nicer just in my short time with my company (15 years), you would think driving home (at this late hour) would be a breeze but of course there was construction in Staten Island and also on the GSP (sigh…), I can’t win sometimes.

So I like the dawn (easy target for metaphor, sue me)…

So I like the dawn (easy target for metaphor, sue me)…

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“morning rabbit” 6.2.18

transport me to the dawn

ever if a magic trick

look out upon first light

baptize the horizon

coat the world

inch by yard

chasing shadows

and banish the dark

 

transport me to the dawn

birthing

the promise

of day anew

behold the sight

dawn, the spark of life

with light! with light!

notes… pretty straight forward fare here, on another note, I was in Harlem all day today (and night), for about the fourth day in a row (excluding Sunday, I do work Sundays, just not this one), I love re-programming a whole store worth of computers because they never invested in anti virus software (geek rage moment), that said, Harlem is transforming, gentrification is descending down upon them (I was around Frederick Douglas Blvd and 131st), is it a good thing?  I’m not 100% sure, manhattan is becoming a place where rent will price out everyone not making at least 100K a year, I am watching it happen, I don’t fight things like that, I observe them, things balance out over time (in my opinion), but that doesn’t mean we can’t look, point, and discuss

sometimes, there is reflection…

sometimes, there is reflection…

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“barren” 6.1.18

never healed.

rolling hills of molten glass

ashen sky labors in breath

light – fades into red

shrouds this living death

 

once these were fields

brim with hope

fallow burning

burning down

long ago

lash winds strips

with hollow sound

across the face of these ash laced mounds

 

there is no one to see

no other around

no mirror

just scarred barren ground

I lay down

I lay down,

 

within dreamless sleep

lies sleepless dreams

notes… sometimes life is not all puppies and unicorns, I am human after all, I try to always look on the bright side, but sometimes night happens. (and yes i wrote this in June, I don’t always post as I write, sometimes I wait for a moment that is right, for me)

music… “For My Fallen Angel” (just listen)

as always, thank you for your time in reading my little blog, even if I reach but one my job is done.

Imagine witnessing the birth of the stars…

Imagine witnessing the birth of the stars…

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Ever have the thought, or the question, if you had the choice, would you rather see the end of the universe … or the beginning ? It is something that rattles around in the attic upstairs from my mouth from time to time, we have a good idea (scientifically) how planets/suns are formed, even our own solar system, and the process is nothing short of miraculous even when explained with theory down to the atom, and this wondering is what inspired this… (and probably more down the proverbial road)

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“atlas” 11.29.2018

might I have witnessed

the dawning of the sun

that first light of birth

not the first light of man

of the sun’s first brush upon the earth,

the faint slight of life

an idea born in that light

gathered up from prior night

to behold

first chapter told

of this, our magnificent tome

I am fascinated by space and in particular the SETI project, so here is some links regarding that for further consumption

Cukoo for Kaku  (Michio Kaku talks about SETI)

music : S.E.T.I. The Geometry of Night (ambient / spacey)

So obviously I picked the birth of it all… what did you pick ? and I wonder what that says about us all…

(thoughts, comments, follows, baked goods and film suggestions are always appreciated)

Once upon an elitist…

Once upon an elitist…

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I must admit, without embarrassment, that I was once quite the elite snob, we here in the northeast US surely think we are better than “fly over country” or certainly more sophisticated than “the bible belt“… these days, I am not so arrogant to look down upon the other folks of this country (or world) and check my arrogance at the door (or with the cute coat check girl, hey a guy can hit out his league sometimes), but anyway, there is a definite palpable bias on the coasts, and definitely a bias against religious folks (especially christians), but for me it is simple… if I am so damn supremely better than “x” do I have the answers ?  (humble pie to the face insert here, or kick to the nads, whatever floats yer minnow).  So these days I sort of laugh and/or feel bad for what I used to be, and what I see all over the place here in the Tri-State area (in local parlance that is NY NJ CT, sorry PA), I guess my perspective has changed examining the long game, do I think I am better than some people ?  sure… got to be honest there, it is a walk, a destination to shed what got me here, clothing is comfort, being naked is well… naked.  I am trying to get there.  So anyway, my thoughts on elite behavior led to this little musing… (and I was in a serious dry spell, well, ok, not that serious but my writing has been so furious that a hiatus seems serious when it was probably just superfluous… so without further … further… (curtains pull back)

“elite room with a view” 11.29.2018

from on high the ivory tower

declarations decreed on the sound of hours

descend on down invisible ladder

a yoke upon the nary ants scrambling around

their petty lives thrive for the direction

to be passed on down

by a higher same

 

so rather catapults and siege

there is a courteous bow to the elite

on clouds enshrined

in an ivory spire

self appointed lieges

bloated, drunk with power

notes… not much here in hiding me thinks, but I thank… you. for reading. comments and critique is always appreciated.  feel free to re-post as long as you give this host the total most credit… or else you will wake up with a third nipple… call it the mummy’s curse.

music…  a friend of mine recently went out to red rocks to see a perfect circle… (jealous!), here is one of my faves doing a song @ red rocks, he usually is a DJ only but this particular tour/album he did a live band thing (this is live audio folks….respect)…

Tycho – Division at Red Rocks (Official Audio)

 

Sometimes it is a feeling…

Sometimes it is a feeling…

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“remember” 10.31.2018

between

I press two finger tips

up upon my lips

to recall the sensation

or an approximation, of your warmth

the static electric spark

of the interaction of moist skin

mine on yours,

between

across the heavens mass pulls, gravity

the weakest force, so I’ve learned

but nonetheless, grants me

instinct strains the moorings

morning clocks another day

between

miles stretch, thoughts confine

memories looked at linger

simmer inside with the guilt

reading history to replay

to overcome

to fill, to feel, the gap

that is – between.