Tag Archives: rts aviation beauty blogging books climate creative current-events Food free God health heart home human-rights life literature love mental arts arts arts arts arts arts arts arts arts arts arts arts
The Human Epic Itinerary: From Inner Space to Outer Space and then to … Cyber Space – Promote Yourself
The itinerary of the Human Epic: From inner space to outer space;
ironically, a fateful race, to a final stop … cyber space.
Read not, at your own risk, handwritten walls. From inner space
to outer space, to cyber space … we’ve raced.
From inner space to outer space, and through it, to cyber space … we’ve raced;
but cyber-space is wilder than previous frontiers … we’ve faced.
Read between the lines @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog,
chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetic history, in tweets and a blog.
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico
I was given this list of words and phrases to turn into a poem:
- The prostate
- Play it by ear
- Mrs Robinson
- Goundhog day
This is what I did with them:
The Double life of Mrs Robinson
Doting wife and mother by day
Wild temptress and diva by night
She lead a double life
A transformation in the absence if light
She paid the bills
With a RSPB monthly wage
But in the book of her life
This was but only the first page
Morning to noon
She experienced groundhog day
She mulled over her life
She wished the hours away
Watching fimbles with the kids
Drinking tea with the girls
Forever following protocol
No diamonds, no sparkles, no pearls
Twilight was when she came alive
When she realised all her dreams
For dusk was the time of day
She transofrmed into a burlesque queen
The club in which she danced
Was called The Prostate
Nobody could answer why
Not good for a first date
People cheered and they clapped
When she danced her head was clear
Was it wrong this life she lead?
Mrs Robinson decided to play it by ear
The Balkanization of Pangaea reflects many thousands of years of hostilities
and countless rivers of bloodshed … too much of it … unnecessarily.
Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s people are all of us notwithstanding that some of us
feel that they, and they only … enjoy … a ‘most favored’ … status.
Ever more disagreeably disagreeing in this tragi-comic ‘reality’, The Big Three,
Muslims, Christians and Jews … may yet reconsider … albeit … belatedly.
But history, the status quo and prophesy mitigate mightily against the possibility
of plurality … coming to the rescue of a sovereign-based … humanity.
The rise to notoriety of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, the Islamic State and the Caliphate
via a magnetic attraction for disaffected misogynists … raises … stakes.
Alas, we homo sapiens (we auto-denominated ‘wise’ (wo)men), are, all too sadly
a seemingly … supremely stupid … and specious … species.
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico https://www.chachomanopapa.wordpress.com
@chachomanopapa on Twitter
Flame leaves lick the sky,
the sun sinks sooner each day,
your delayed germination,
petals gone in the breeze,
just days left to blooming,
and I forgot to water you.
over pale blue skies,
feeling lighter ..
feeling paradise ..
same as blowing breeze
when it sorrounds you ,
touching your beauty –
kissing your smiles
its amazing.. incredible..
I know you are not mine ..
And I am not Yours
But there is somthing
between you and me
Its not the color of faces..
Not even link of words
Its rhym of feelings..
Its not just a liking
but the expressions in it ♡♡Atul Shukla