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Where relevant meaning is conveyed more profoundly, via the art of poetically and rhythmically arranged words and phrases.
This site is ever-evolving with poems, short and simple to ones that are significantly longer and fairly complex, but on a diverse range of topics. Rhyming is always a priority within any of my poems, but even more important is its meaning, so much so that it may seem like it's at the expense of perfect rhythm, but that can also depend on how it is read. Each poem is accompanied by an explanation of sort that has, in a few cases, incidentally spawned a poem in itself, as is the case here:
"My Quest
to do my best
is not exclusive,
but writing poetry on another level, hence
inspiring others, who'er aspiring to do the same,
is inclusive,
while highlighting the spirit of benevolence
is just part of my entire aim."
C.T.R.O.
I have reached a Nifty-Fifty of my poems on this site,
counting the impromptu one above, but not counting any poems' alternate versions near the bottom of this page.
My goal is for this site to become world renowned, at least within the world of poetry, and serve as a cyber place from which people can learn some perspectives (insights with a touch of humor) that I share, relating to certain aspects of consciousness. After visiting this site, perhaps some readers will feel they have a better grasp on life and human interaction. We each already have our own take as it's always from an individualistically unique perspective.
Also, my hope is for readers to experience a psychologically therapeutic benefit from reading and especially periodically rereading the poems and their accompanying commentary.
For some of my poems, I've attached a link of one of my favorite songs/videos from YouTube. In some cases the song/video I've chosen is potentially symbolically fitting to the poem.
In reading such a report, I was then inspired to write a poem about it.
Please note: It will be evident that some, not most, 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 one's mind, unique to each reader. If "a picture is worth a thousand words", an essay may be worth, let's say, a million visualized images, pictured in one's mind.
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 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.
The song I linked below does not fit this or any poem I've written, but It's just a cool song with a groove that I like very much.
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.
Click on the following button to be linked to a YouTube video of a fitting song:
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.
I was initially reluctant to post this poem on this site, since I never want to offend nor alienate anyone. This site is all about welcoming, thus potentially enlightening all of those, who visit it, regardless of their past or present philosophical or ideological perspectives. Even Bill Maher knocks the far left, and we all know how popular he is. So, I figured: "Why not?" After all, it's a rhymer!
Just for the record, I, personally, still feel as shadow-banned as I did, prior to Elon acquiring Twitter. Mr. Musk apparently hasn't discovered every undermining worm, administering his platform.
Remember, those who censor or advocate censorship, do so to limit others speech, never their own.
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.
Ironically, writers may occasionally be oblivious to some truths that inadvertently sneak out of their minds.
Poetry is an art form, and this site, exclusively featuring my original poems, is a cyber art museum.
As is typically the case with sculptures and paintings within any art museum, they need to be dusted off now and then, by being occasionally updated and/or revised.
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. This would perhaps be the 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.
Since poetry is to literature that classical music is to music in general, I raise the following question:
How could a worthwhile poem be anything but uplifting?
Time can be divided into moments, even micro-segments of duration, in which either love or ego is prevalent, but never both simultaneously.
I initially Tweeted this poem after Elon Musk, who's now a Texan, bought Twitter. Before he changed the name to "X", I tried to get his attention with the hope of introducing the idea of re-branding Twitter to what I thought would be the perfect name: "Freak When See". I was obviously biased, since I own it as a domain, but I do believe it's a name that would've raised eyebrows the most.
By the way, one might wonder what "excessive contradiction" was I referring to (?). It's the irony of the notion by any of those who were or still are regularly vaccinated with the COVID "vaccine", and who would dare require others, including you, to also be injected with a vaccine of which they obviously had/have no faith in its effectiveness, evident by such an expressed requirement or expectation in itself.
There are always opposing risks associated with any vaccine versus the risks associated with pathogenic infection(s). No one has the right to choose which risk(s) you are to assume. If vaccines were 100% reliable, those who are voluntarily vaccinated would have nothing to fear from those who are voluntarily not, but vaccines can never assure 100% reliability; therefore, either way, mandates obviously NEVER make sense, especially considering the fact humans' immune systems have been enduring for eons prior to the development of vaccines. It's a matter of free choice, or in others words, suite yourself.
Who would have ever thought democrat politicians today would have become the primary proxy 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 earthy you may have heard,
allow your perspective to now be upended
and 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.
Any author's intent is to instill at least something, a notion, or a novel concept in readers' minds; however, if his or her message is perceived by mainstream society as being detrimentally disruptive to the mindsets that drive societal status quo, it may be characterized as brainwashing content. Anything a reader reads is at the very least a gain in experience, which such a reality alone potentially has some value, but the corrupting potential of slanted material may overshadow the overall insight such a writing may have to offer. At the same time, any corruptive concept(s) conveyed are only as influential as such readers are vulnerable.
Poetry is an art form; therefore, this site, exclusively featuring my original poems, is a cyber art museum. As typically is the case with at least some of the featured paintings and/or sculptures within any art museum, humor and references to nudity are never completely left out. This poem just may qualify as a "Rhyme Crime": www.rhymecrime.co
Back when it was still called "Twitter", I saw someone's unique post, featuring images of nude women tending to the care of plants within greenhouses. The photos were artistically shot and tastefully presented. For whatever reason, I was compelled at the time to write this silly poem about such a post's theme.
Just as you might have plants in the windows of your home,
I may plant innuendos within my poem.
For proper context in regard to a particular line within this poem, readers must be familiar with the British slang term for "cigarette".
Bring to an end as to not offend, by conceding to the fact it's "To be continued...", thus only proceeding once you're fully refreshed and thoroughly renewed.
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 is an alternate version that is closer to what was the initial version. It's just a bit wordier within the middle section than the latest version higher up on this page, but this version perhaps flows better with less commas. I'm not sure which version should be considered the ultimate.
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 respective 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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