COMPANIONS, POEMS

OLD PARADIGM                           NEW PARADIGM

cosmiclight

                  skycut

‘Old’ and ‘New” are                         ‘New’ met with ‘Old’

as different as                                   and let the court

what I once had                               out its justice

and what he has.                             and time’s export.

Experience                                      The truth unpacked

once booked is done                        in last report

the audience                                    does honor good

felt yin yang yawn.                            and beauty sort.

It’s passed, it’s past                           Dark matter now

it’s daily gone                                     sings tones of gray

it’s weight can’t last.                           as sun of light

It’s anti — non!                                   lets fabric fray.

This poem now ends                          Pick up a thread

but not before                                     and prep a weave

this word called love                           new paradigm

gives balm to lore.                              is you. Believe.

To CIR, With Love*

Co-rotating

Interaction

Region of the

Unifaction.

 

As we orbit…

.Alone. .Alone.

It’s time to play

With the unknown.

 

Or join a class

Where students learn

To take the y

Away from yearn.

 

Close Intimate

Relationship

No longer ties

Two at the hip.

 

*misunNOTE: Every night before I sleep, I check http://www.spaceweather.com to see how fast the solar wind is moving and to learn new things before losing sweet consciousness. Last night the makers behind that website wrote about a Co-rotating Interaction Region, or CIR. I loved this because earlier in the day, I watched the movie “To Sir, With Love” on the TCM channel. A classic about education and human interaction. Now here’s the magic: I have been doing some personal writing about Close, Intimate Relationship. Another CIR acronym of great use. So, the ideas of “Sir” and CIR met and shook hands–in my imagination and this poem is the result. It had to be published on my blog today because there is a 45 percent chance of a geomagnetic storm today. And it is due to the fact that a CIR is about to enter Earth’s magnetic field.

What’s in YOUR magnetic field today, my friends?

The photo was taken on June 2, 2015 in Michigan. There are four birds in the sky, the sun of course, one unexplained curvature of light and one unexplained dot of light. The tree? I’ll leave it to explain itself.

 

 

A Poem, A Love

Poem, you love you.

Let’s form a queue!

“I love you, poem.

You love me, two.”

 

What happens in

a relation

ship as two do

cocreation?

 

They walk in lines,

footprint stanzas

over rainbows

leaving Kansas.

 

What quency free

in sonance res

ends up a poem?

When poet says!

 

owls  A, A Love Poem

A Love A Poem

A Love Poem A

Love Poem A A

Who?

Hoo?

Hu?

H?

Clouds in Season

heartcloud

Highest study

clouds of crystal

atmospheric

layer distal.

 

Electric blue

noctilucent

Arctic Circle

language fluent.

 

Spacecraft sightings,

icy vapors

moisture lightings.

Science papers

 

Measure distance.

Krakatoa?

Geophysics?

SOHCAHTOA!*

 

 

*Where mnemonics and trigonometry get to be in the same poem:

Sine = Opposite ÷ Hypotenuse

Cosine = Adjacent ÷ Hypotenuse

Tangent = Opposite ÷ Adjacent

COMPLEXITY

in relevant

mass entropy

simple is on

ascendancy

 

of easy path

that gratifies

those seeking truth

which mystifies

 

crux of issue

cuts branch off tree

of thoughtful pain

eternally

 

to simplify

so loverly

does contradict

discoverlyread

This poem courtesy of: http://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/16/opinion/it-is-in-fact-rocket-science.html?emc=edit_th_20150516&nl=todaysheadlines&nlid=56829562

On Loose, On Choose

scale

 

 

Two words, two Os:

one S, one E.

Their two front teeth

chipped, lisp—agree.

 

Apply to belt

or unlocked gate.

When “loose” is used

there’s free in freight.

 

When freight goes free

there’s open voice

to use new sound

with choice of “choice.”

 

Upon the scale:

L left, CH right

An imbalance…

Where “loose” means light!

 

NOTE: Thank you, Jack Armstrong, for the inspiration—and the choice to create this poem! Jack writes a newsletter that I chose to sign up for so that on Monday mornings the voice of his wisdom comes through to me via the words that are gifted to him. The link to his website is here:

http://www.lessonsfromthesource.com/blog/

Photo by renjith krishnan. Published on 20 March 2010
Stock photo – Image ID: 10014120

http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/Other_objects_g271-Weight_Scale_p14120.html

A Glossary of New Words

Amacale (ah MA cah lee): a time when one is out walking and upon seeing a cloud that appears to be angel-like, suddenly gains awareness that everything is going to be all right.

Bthar (Buh THAR): a light state of meditation when one has the inability to open one’s eyes but to still has the lingering desire to do so.

Cattratcat (Ca TRAT cat): the desire to be understood during conversation with someone who remains on a different plane of thought.

Dych (Deh yatch): to hold inside something that needs to be said, and then to keep it in as a treasured memory to remind one of the stupidity of strength.

Ehlst (Eh LESST): when one with a non-delusional mind hears a non-existent sound and absorbs meaning from the experience.

Fmot (EFF met): an essay written (either on paper or in sand) for the sole purpose of solving an otherworldly puzzle unique to only that one person.

Gizeheh (GIZ eh eh): a welling up of emotion, rooted in sadness, but felt as one feels an oncoming sneeze.

Hyfach (HI fatch): when the idea of love feels like a tapeworm in the heart area but the feeling moves around and gets a little too close to the small capillaries in the lungs.

Ibetinta (I bet tint a): a menu of emotions that appears inside the mind upon awakening from deep sleep that one takes to the breakfast table.

Jymole (Jah mo lay): an emotion that feels like spreading butter on burned toast.

Kontotten (Kon TOT ten): the process of matching sounds to feelings to create new words.

Leabolk (LEE bolk): to read something, then to stop and combine your thoughts with the experience of the distant author–seeking unity.

Mecalthana (Me CAL than a): the attitude one must adopt when trying to communicate with all that is unseen.

Nibexit (NEE becks it): a moment, shorter in length than a nanosecond, when change is captured and used to augment personal relationships.

Ocazal (OH ca zall): when a group of inattentive strangers walks by experienced street musicians who are playing music and clapping their hands.

Pfagutalah (PIF a goo tall ah): a smell imprinted in the brain so strongly that it enters into long-term memory.

Qr (Kw REER): an object that feels like a pebble in the sock of one’s soul yet causes one to make a guttural sound in the throat.

Sylitric (Sill IT trick): the undercurrent felt when one relinquishes all of their money onto the ground and stands on it, unsure of the next sequential step.

Temboriche (Tem BOR ishe): the engagement of two people who are simultaneously trying to solve each other’s problems.

Ucupu (YOU coo poo): a prayer that time will suspend itself, please, when one is traveling through a landscape created by something other than man.

Vobsivob (vob SEE vob): when one leans into the wind, arms outstretched, desperate to be airborne.

Wyhale (Wie HALE): the act of keeping a clear path—the actual removal of imaginary obstacles by unsticking them from the mind in a calm, reasoned ritual.

Xegic (ZEG ic): the transition from being unwell to the beginning of healing.

Yokompi (Yo KOM pee): a time of bothersome things being positives (such as the noises of a vacuum cleaner) when one is trying to concentrate on writing a love letter.

Zusicrom (ZOO see krom): when something breaks, but in the brokenness one sees more beauty than before.

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NOTES:  Thank you to MV Blake (http://mvblake.com/2015/05/02/wordsinoctave/) for giving me the inspiration to find this glossary that I wrote in 2010. And thank you to Anthony Cinquepalmi, a friend, who at that time, was an undergraduate at Arizona State University (he probably is still a poet). Regarding new words and their definitions, I continue to live with the question of translating feelings and thoughts into words and their arrangement.

We human beings string sounds together–as if they were pearls–and  create jewelry of meaning day after night and night after day and wear it without much thought…until a new word bubbles up from that wonder of all wonders: Conscious Energy.