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Monday, August 10, 2015

Variouscopics

I, as poet, crave clarity in definition and precision in the tools of my craft. The visual elements of poetics have always indicated images impossible to explore with current technological hardware.

Here I would like to introduce a new dimension of navigation. The root word of microscopic  is "scop" meaning to see. Micro addresses things extremely small.

A favorite read of mine is Piers Anthony's Macroscope. The idea being all within visual range can be examined. The prefix macro- (rhymes with "hack hoe")  is common to modern lexicons implying objects and events observable to the naked eye.

I wish to formalize a new definition / pronunciation  of Macroscopic. This meaning infers objecst and events which are large beyond human senses ability to capture. This new prefix is Macro- (rhymes with "Take Toe") and deals with things too large to see.

So here are your variouscopic options: Microscopic (too small to see), macroscopic (soft a , within optical range), and Macroscopic (hard A, too large to see). 

Knowing that  there is a word for a concept or thing invisible to the naked eye but undeniably real, is a prosperity to my poets soul, and a luxury to my military mind.

Science and art are advanced by this new codification, obscure as it may be, of structural design at all levels of observation. The beauty of Great Creators handiwork can only be hinted at with our most powerful tools.

My responsibility as poet is to reveal the indivisible connection between humanity and the incomprehensible support systems embedded within us, and those within which we are embedded.

Swallowed by nature
Abandoned village returns
Elements to Earth

Beauty everywhere
Above and below poet
Rings of creation

Various optics
Reveal the tiniest hint
Visionary truth

Say it with me now
My crow, mack row, Make row...scope
Of observation
Micro- (tiny), macro- (common), Macro-(giant), treat converging fields of study which I gigglingly poeticize. I may have made up  the m-M differentiation, but I am a linguistic disestablishmentarian and reserve the licence to tread on traditional toes.

Taint

vague artistic taint
between asshole and nutbag
find me pidgeon-holed

rage

shouting rage repeat
you would use that against me
like I have no right

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Curse of the...

When it is rain time, it rains

when haiku time comes
it will begin to haiku
in sprinkles and storms

some gentle verses
lavender summer night breeze
others poop on shoes

now something unknown
suddenly talons extend
slashing blindly wild

am I enemy
I know I must be somewhere
so why not here now

face mortality
know that you may die today
I won't skip a stroke

destroy all in path
authorities have arrived
sir drop the pen now

you don't call me sir
unless you are in my path
you will surely die

I will live and my
Names not Shirley dear reader
Escape while you can

I can't control this
Force of nature act of god
Some sick joke of muse

Letters spinning blade
sharp and hard as katana
probing for your throat

howling eyes roll back
strings of foaming spittle splat
blend with blood on bed

another falls prey
and another after that
slip and fall in gore

jab and twist of blade
cranium tumbles from neck
throat geysers sticky

splash in open mouth
puke rises into throat
cut short by blade stroke

dead all of them dead
guts skulls and blood so much blood
but none of it mine

I tried to warn them
without remorse or regret
I collect my fee

Time v Timing

time but an instant
while timing is everything
so take your timing

pencil

poet regards verse
blindly groping for pencil
lost in translation

hurt

skinned knee hurts for days
hurt feelings leave pain for months
sometimes forever

Poet To Arms

Could you stand by
And watch these two
Beat stuffing from each other?

When one is thy neighbor while his foe your brother...
I have fought in many such battles
with axes to grind and sabers to rattle

Undisguised loathing
formidable foes
Old war horses frothing
Castle guards on their toes

Only ever the way
of the righteous and vain
Swing baton and cudgel
I say bring the pain

The field has been chosen
the champions picked
All assets are frozen
the shots have been tricked

The one guy who profits from any of this
Betrays his own master in garden with kiss

Forever it has been until time doth cease
On this side of the grave we will never know peace

Jerks Like Me

Marginalized centrist
Forced by one side to take the other
That's OK I still collect

Ormond

Have you lost your mind
Maybe look behind running
Refrigerator
Do you feel like a warlord? Did banishing me from your kingdom harm your true enemies? Run poet, hide from the news. Quick, behind the refrigerator!

ACE ace x4

Angry assailant
Charges constabulary
Early episodes

Artistic answer
Constant collaboration
Eager echoing

Another artist
Cheerfully calibrating
Energetic edge

Applied acrostics
Certain creativity
Elements employed
Each of these four verses  has two aces  in the acrostic sense.

SCRIBE

Soul of a poet
Creating haiku verses
Return to  silence

Imagination
Borrows from the ancient Way
Elan vital blooms

40 Followers

Again I feel the need to reach beyond my haiku form
Rhyme rings quite unnatural but eat while suppers warm
Target senses break the mold treat freaks like the new norm

Golden Poet looks around to see the mess he's made
Of ancient form and modern sound and weird account upgrade
Distressing writers with his words and turnings of a phrase

Unbridled passion but who cares its core responding says
Surrender to the silent muse be handled as a tool
Express the urge to write the world as babbled by a fool

Yesterday has uses still all frayed along the edge
Observe those things that disturb you and smash them with a sledge
Unite with forty  followers next to you on the ledge

Linger over every line decide on which phrase fits
Objectify the things essence with infinitive splits
Visual echos grope and taste the fragrance of each term
Enjoy poetic agony as ovum pierced by sperm
ART GOD USE YOU LOVE is the acrostic phrase regarding the above meta-poem. It doesn't mean we'll be taking bubble baths together, but I thank you all forty for following my spinning strangeness, even these uncharacteristically elongated versions of what might be considered shameless literary masturbation. Thanking forty individuals at once calls upon an unaccustomed muse who thankfully lingers in the courts of  my personal Parnassus. Again, Thank You, one and all, for your interest and support of my Hello Poetry artistic expressions. You are why I am as I am.
Peace and love to you and yours

Between Noises

my silence a prayer
between deep city noises
whisper from Garden

SHE

Symphonic  cluster
Harmonizing with neighbors
E flat galaxy

FYEO

For Your Eyes Only
My real name is John Ernest
Not Golden Poet

Counting on it

Finally understanding Ten Words popularity;
Easier numeration words versus syllables.
Free the Haiku 17!

Squander

Create simple verse
Accept my literary
Rare but easy style

With nothing better
In which to squander my time
Than compose haiku

Metahaiku strains
Against the seams of my mind
Yearning for eyeballs

Years of practicing
Original rensaku
Using acrostics

Such as the above
Is read CAR WIT MAY YOU SIT
Tricky but that's me

Strange Change

metamorphosis
Caterpillar---Butterfly
magnificent genes
this is a type3 metahaiku, the original reads "butterfly/magnificent wings", to bring sharper focus to the force of the first line , I added the hyphen elipsis to show untold time, capitalized to show majesty of adult form and wing became  genes to redirect attention to the cause of the first line. The change runs deeper than the look of the creature.

Poetry Nation Dot Com


Past present future
One verse becomes all others
Enigmatic muse
Tapping on ceiling and walls
Right here with me now
Yesterday morning

Nature writes D.N.A. codes
Anarchy of words
Tackled and ravaged by muse
Illuminated entry
Only for love of haiku
Namaste, E.T.'s a man

Dangerous art-forms
Obviously threatening
Tactical magic

Cosmic editor decides
Once upon a written world
Muse and poet dos-a-dos

Nine Eleven (rensaku)

Day for nation to
Bring family together
Remember pray?

Or celebrate feast
Ability to move on?
Fifteen years later...

Warren commission
Cover up and lies upgrade
No Holiday! Work!!!

Want my Freedom Fries
Federal Day of Prayer
And my flying car

"Free the Haiku 17!"
On the eve of the Great Poetry Games , our knees jerk the same way they did a decade ago. Only the artist can push the river of evolution---
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Oath of the Enfold Way

I will protect innocence with all my time and strength of arms, and character, and soul.
I will use my gifts to uplift those around me in need.
I will uphold the truth, be trustworthy, and demand justice in the presence of Great Creator, God, the One Above All Others.
I will make the most of every moment.
Allelluia
Nanu Nanu
Aloha
Namaste
Amen
Space X   was collateral damage to operation Dr Moon. Check Temporal Strings. Bring me High D'jinn Ten.I hate this desk

Saturday, August 8, 2015

We Had BOG's in Ireland

We had BOGs (Boots On Ground) in residence of Dr Moon aka Moron D at time of call off. Thranoi Colonel Treeage perfomed flawless capture extraction operation programming and deploying our omeganite replacement drone. We have the real Ormond sequestered at Hello Haiku safe house. Please advise...
I have only rudimentary comsec, strike team disappeared leader getting high on pot and...My medical issues are distracting...Rest is needed....///-___-///