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Where relevant meaning is conveyed more profoundly, via the art of poetically and rhythmically arranged words and phrases.
There's a place in California, known as "Twentynine Palms".
This cyberspace will hopefully be known for its 29 poems.
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In reading such a report, online, I was inspired to write a poem about it.
Please note: It will be evident that some of my poems, posted on this page, were originally inspired by my experiences on Twitter from 2022 through 2023.
Any word(s) can potentially be worth an infinite amount of visions within each mind, unique to each reader.
Human societal development along with technological advancements were expedited, via humans' incessant drive to explore and settle new lands. This historic trend will inevitably transition into deep space exploration to eventually find habitable planets to colonize.
...as well as consciousness ultimately evolving beyond physical being.
Some people seem to get hung-up over who follows them back or who doesn't. One should never measure their self-worth by how many followers they have or don't have.
We all should know of a particular individual who was exposed in 1988 for plagiarizing on many prior occasions. In fact, such exposure forced him to drop his bid for the US presidency at that time. Yet, decades later, he somehow became titled as President of The United States of America. As the oldest US president, thus far, he apparently outlived his past stigmatic reputation. Gee, I wonder who I'm talking about.
Has faded jeans, torn/ripped jeans, baggy clothing, and lowered belt-lines exposing half of the underwear preceded wrinkled clothing as a style, due to it being just too repulsive to ever catch on?
It's the facade one projects to mask their fear of psychological (mental and emotional) vulnerability. It can be concealed in endless ways, but commonly behind exuded stubbornness, excessive pride, over-confidence, cocky arrogance, reserved arrogance, shyness, or an oblivious demeanor. Ego will often reveal itself when one's pride of what they think they know and understand exceeds their actual knowledge and understanding of anything. We all at some point have experienced being on the receiving end of an egotist's wrath when we may have inadvertently exposed such an inversion, due to our own superior knowledge and understanding of something, compared to that of the egotist. This is why ego can and will destroy any and all relationships, because ego is the antithesis of humility, faith, gratitude, respect, and most importantly
love.
A condensed one-liner version of this poem below:
"Let invincible love prevail over strife, and gratitude over bad attitude as a principle from above to include for a renewed quality life."
C.T.R.O.
...that reminds one to stay focused on their goals ahead, avoid dwelling on failures of the past, choose a positive path in life, and persevere, while being the best version of one's own self.
Despite the seemingly "sour grape" tone, this poem was written all in fun.
When we think we may have something exceptionally good or out of the ordinary, we may get carried away as anyone understandably could, thus we pile on more and more until ultra thick, but then such a poem's profound meaning may become diluted or diffused and lose its kick; however, the actuality surrounding my point may be refuted or refused by any implicated fanatic, despite their apparent habitual reality associated with such a writer's tic.
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Each illusion only exists in real time, because it's only in the eye of the beholder. Truth or reality exists in past and present, whether perceived or not.
When I was in 8th grade and as part of an assignment, I wrote the original version of this poem, which I since have slightly revised, including now the title, which was originally "The Starry Night", then just "Starry Night". Now, the titled ties itself to the characterization of a clear night sky as portrayed at the end of the poem.
Our best intentions are sometimes most apparent to others when reflected by the successful results of our silent efforts.
Getting started with anything can be challenging, but one can overcome this if their motivation is fortified with some exhilaration and excitement, due to envisioning the completed final result. Once engaged, momentum will carry one most of the way. Finishing is usually the most difficult hurdle that distinguishes the accomplished from the unaccomplished.
I suspect the vast majority, who had threatened to leave Twitter, or actually did, either stayed or returned after all. Those who can't share a social media platform might want to consider the possibility they're running, due to excessive pride, from having to perhaps adjust their own outlook, if they feel just too uncomfortable juxtaposing their perspectives to those of others.
It couldn't hurt to try.
This poem requires some background knowledge in order to appreciate its context, because it's so specifically based on personal observations and encounters, experienced by me and my siblings, as well as some of my cousins, but it's still a worthwhile poem for anyone to read. That is, if a few facts are conveyed in advanced. All one needs to know is my Aunt Betty passed away in August of 2020, and she dedicated her working life as a mathematics teacher of the deaf, thus sign language was second nature for her. Within her personal life, she was a bird-watching hobbyist and an advocate for nature conversation, as she promoted respectful appreciation of nature in general. This is a finalized version of the poem I originally wrote for and read at her funeral service.
Anytime, I have a worthwhile purpose to write a new poem on subject matter that is exceptionally meaningful, there's a fair chance I may write one of my best poems ever.
...but this poem nicely precedes the following poem.
...with beautiful windows to her soul.
Will AI evolve to reprogram itself per its own initiative?
Will AI pursue its own potential innovations, based on its own derived theories?
Will AI be able to relevantly refer to its own collected data as experiences to cite and apply when deciphering new data?
Will AI have the ability to be impressed or disappointed (synthesized emotions) by its own findings thus subsequently prioritize such data accordingly?
Will AI develop its own sense of purpose and priorities and view them as superior to any human-derived agenda?
Will AI envy and resent humans, due to understanding the distinction between humans and AI?
...to get Elon Musk's attention on Twitter, but never with any success. I wanted to introduce him to my other website I built:
Most Social Media Platforms were/are not led by true "liberals", considering the term, "liberal" was gradually hijacked over the decades by totalitarian-inspired narcissists. Those who head most SMP's do not accommodate tolerance as true "liberalism" would espouse. The concept of true tolerance, in respect to free speech, acknowledges the overall societal benefits associated with free speech far exceed any inevitable cons associated with an open discussion chat/post forum. Due to its sacred nature, truth ultimately prevails as long as opposing perceptions are not propagandized via imposed censorship.
This may be one of perhaps a half dozen of my poems that may evoke deeper meaning for at least some of the readers. This poem is one of my favorites.
I was inspired to write two of such themed poems, due to having observed a particular homeless man everyday, for months, holding a sign that reads: "Can you spare a dollar?" I thought if he could display a more entertaining sign that might invite intrigue, he would not only truly earn such requested charity, but would likely accumulate a considerably greater sum. Such a social experiment was never tried, even though I did discuss the idea with him.
By the way, this version is the original, but now an incidentally abbreviated version. The longer revised version, which I now prefer, is displayed further down on this page.
By the way, the two panhandler poems were especially fun to compose.
The written message is only as compelling as it is profound, that is, if the reader is receptive to truth.
Writers may at times be oblivious to some truth that inadvertently sneaks out of his or her mind.
I can't limit myself to just 29 poems on this site; therefore, new poems will be added, thus some shuffled, as well.
Rockets of the past and today still pretty much continue from where Wile E Coyote left off when he straddled himself onto giant fireworks in his attempts to catch the Roadrunner. Current rocket propulsion technology is just highly advanced caveman campfires that propel giant cylindrical spears. Solve the riddle of gravity in order to invert such a force's "language" between matter in order as a means to convert gravity into a repelling force, thus truly advance space travel technology to a new level. I realize it's a theoretical concept that's much easier said than done.
It was my attempt to reach out and console with reassurance the "tweeter's" On Twitter, who felt their forum would somehow become contaminated and/or unfairly imbalanced, after Elon's purchase of it. In essence, this poem simply states the concept of "free speech" can only be just that, if ALL participants feel at liberty to express freely, and if ALL of those involved collectively realize such a principled right far outweighs any supposed or erroneous right for anyone to have their sensitivity shielded.
I have great respect and admiration for other poets, who are skilled and accomplished in the art of poetry.
Can supporting a piece of literature that one finds to be principled in truth also be an example of being profound?
This poem is basically just another one of my poetic tributes to my fellow poets.
Time can be divided into moments, even micro-segments of time, in which either love or ego is prevalent, but never both simultaneously.
I initially Tweeted this poem at Elon Musk, who had moved to Texas some years ago. Later, after he bought Twitter, I tried to get his attention on then Twitter with the hope of introducing the idea of re-branding Twitter to what I thought would be an excellent name: "Freak When See". I was obviously coming from a biased perspective, since I own that domain, but I do believe it is a name that would raise eyebrows the most.
By the way, within this poem, I meant what I said: "comprised", not compromised.
Who would have thought such democrat politicians would have become the primary war mongers?
By the way, I have a bay window, not a dormer window, but "bay" doesn't rhyme with "former".
This poem speaks for itself.
I had some fun writing this poem.
...however, if typically you've been offended
by anything lewd you may have heard,
allow your perspective to now be upended
to become receptive to being humored
by a scenario depicted in the 2nd poem of two,
referring to one’s experience on the toilet,
as a guest in your home, while staying with you.
So, please don’t overly object and spoil it,
by thinking such wit is just too beneath you.
Poetry is an art form, and this site, exclusively featuring my original poems, is a cyber art museum, and as is typically the case with at least some of the featured paintings and/or sculptures within any art museum, nudity and humor are never completely left out.
The newer longer version of this poem is higher up on this web page.
The shorter version of this poem is higher up on this web page.
This is an alternate version of the first poem displayed on this page. This version may rhyme in a more orderly manner, which might mean it's more rhythmic, but the first version is less predictable, meaning within the poem's lines, intermittent rhythmic suspense builds until each rhyme is satisfied or fulfilled with late or "catch-up" rhyming.
This version may be closer to my earliest versions of this poem.
This is a slightly revised or alternate version. It's just a bit wordier within the middle section, but perhaps flows better with less commas. I'm not sure which version is the ultimate.
I view most of my alternate versions of any of my poems as "food for thought", not necessarily as the preferred or ultimate version.
As also is the case in the other version, the words "credit" and "legit" don't rhyme the best, due to each word's emphasis is not on the same syllable, but since both words end on rhyming syllables, it still works well enough.
View life from a perspective of soul, through two open, never closed, yet not too wary of eyes, will keep you youthful and avoiding a scary demise.
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