é Memorable events in a caféReflections
the poems of R. Blade
Copyright © 2007 by R. Blade All Rights Reserved.Contents
Bloodeaters worms eating human blood
Bradamante female knight Hillary Clinton
Budget bell curve for humans
Caf
41 Poems
Female knight dressed in stolen White House plate armor
Brandishes her Washington forged double-edged sword
Mounts the always posturing democratic ass
Prods it through the once hallowed halls of the senate
Populated with incumbent incompetents
Showing arrogant disregard of your money
She’s ‘Furioso’ in her socialist beliefs
Promotes herself using prewashed brainstormed results
With her magical lance unhorses opponents
And with socialist leaders seizes the senate.
Signatured by her lycra spandex pink pant suit
Woman in man’s trousers straddles the difference
Wellesley gals administer to their heroine
They incite her to strident Hillary healthcare
In TV broadcasts, political puppet shows
Shocking surges of Hillary hysteria.
(Bradamante was prompted by Hillary Clinton.)
11Aug06
Population growing exponentially and
Impoverished by the cost of human maintenance
Government proposed a demographic bell curve
For application of a cost-cutting budget.
At bell’s left base the smallest segment almost flat
Denotes abnormal births all to be euthanized,
Curving upward to the right is a small segment
Representing fully dependent preschoolers,
Continuing the upward curve a large segment
Denotes partially dependent teens and students,
Rounding the bell’s broad curved top the largest
segment
Shows the employed independent majority,
Curving downward to right another large segment
Denotes partially dependent retired workers,
Continuing the downward curve a small segment
Shows the more dependent of assisted living,
At bell’s right base is a small segment denoting
The doomed to be euthanized by state government
Death row inmates, the criminally insane, and
Wholly dependent brain dead comatose oldsters
Whose foul breaths emanate from their putrid entrails.
(Budget was prompted by our government’s inability to control the growth and maintenance costs of human population.)
17Aug04
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Brendan
Brendan a big Irishman had biceps like hams
He bragged about the old sod and the IRA
Near him was Mr. Percy a small Englishman
"It was our land before shanty Irish claimed it"
Furious Brendan swallowed his ale and shouted
"You goddamn limeys stole it and starved the Irish"
Brendan seized Percy and threw him across the bar
The bartender yelled to his brother "Get Skippy"
Skippy was a large half-wolf German Shepherd
Flashing two large canines Skippy growled at Brendan
Shouting obscenities Brendan departed then
Percy was retrieved and given a drink on the house.
Iceman
Bar flies buzz and hover over stinking bar stools
The iceman cometh and delivereth iced drinks
With each round he mouths despair of maudlin bullshit
"I graduated Brown summa cum laude
I could have been Kate Smith’s exclusive press agent
But ‘Mecca the Pecker’ lied and forced his way in
Right now he’s out there on top of her and the world
I could have done that, been her exclusive agent
Been in Hollywood with all the other agents".
Nora
Nora was a large 6’ Irish Amazon
Always alone she’d sit in a corner dark booth
She drank Hanley’s ale and smoked Camel cigarettes
Avoided ashes on her pendant crucifix
Irishmen at the bar would buy her an ale and
Then join her buying Jameson’s Irish Whiskey
They talked about Ireland, pope, and goddamn limeys
About midnight they’d help Nora out of the booth
They’d stagger out into the night and disappear.
Lushers
One afternoon in came two thirtyish women
Both good looking, one resembled Carole Lombard
Well dressed they hung their expensive camel hair coats
They ordered bottles of Budweiser beer and were
Overheard commiserating with each other
They wore large diamond rings and wedding bands
Formerly nurses they were the wives of doctors
Amid sympathetic talk they ordered more beer
Later they buzzed the bartender who responding
Took their order for Manhattan cocktails and heard
Expressions of mutual sympathy because
Their doctor husbands didn’t attend to their needs
"He’s always in his office or the hospital
He never gives me any special attention"
Later holding hands they ordered more Manhattans
"He gets emergency calls at night when we’re in bed
I even called Mr. Anthony for advice"
Later they ordered potent Muscatel wine then
One of them put a nickel in the jukebox and
When the music began she held out her hand
"Let’s dance"
They held each other close dancing the Fox Trot to
Bing Crosby’s popular ‘It’s June in January’
Remaining on the dance floor they ordered more wine
"He’s probably fooling around with his new nurse"
They danced to Russ Columbo’s hit ‘I Understand’
At its end they remained embraced on the dance floor
And tenderly kissed each other on their flushed cheeks
"I’m thinking of ending it, getting a divorce"
They paid the bill but left no tip and arm-in-arm
Staggered out and drove off in a black Packard coupe
They returned several times a week for a month
And then the two were never seen in the cafe.
Tipper
Occupying a barstool was Tipper O’Neil
He nursed a 10¢ glass of beer all night by tipping
He’d tip back his head and take a sip of beer then
Tip forward his head to return beer into the glass
The watchful bartender kept reminding Tipper
"You can’t spend all night on a 10¢ glass of beer"
Meanwhile his wife phoned demanding to speak to him
"Tell her I’m not here"
"He’s not here"
She phoned again demanding to speak to him
Tipper responded to his wife’s nightly phone calls
"Tell her that I left, that I’m on my way back home".
Tommy
He drank beer 7PM to 1AM closing
A former columnist for the Providence Journal
About 9 in a relaxed mood told his story
Voicing the same stanzas of the same narrative
Of great injustice and personal betrayal
"Every newspaperman copies a quote or two
Inserts a line or two without attribution
My editor fired me because he didn’t like me
Why pick on me, I could’ve won a Pulitzer"
Accused of plagiarism he was fired.
(Cafe was prompted by memorable events in a cafe during the late 1930’s.)
25Jul07
Declaring religious observance their duty
Nadir Jews refused to fight on their Sabbath and
Broke the agreement to support Muslims in war
Muhammad confiscated all their land and then
Expelled from Medina the tribe of Nadir Jews.
Jews exited with the tribe’s 600 camels
Burdened with all the tribe’s possessions and people
Mothers with infants and toddlers, women and girls
Oldsters including the sick and disabled
Old and young male cameleers drove the camelcade,
Led by rabbis on foot wearing the Star of David
There followed a coterie of Jewesses who
Tempoed by rhythms of Jews’ harps and tambourines
Sang and danced to pompous pipes shrieking tribal tunes
As the camelcade advanced on the Khaybar road
Jeering Muslims taunted Jews for breaking their word
Passing in review proud Jews made obscene gestures,
Then appeared colorful caparisoned camels
Burdened with couches on which reclined half-naked
Virgins wearing gossamer silks with gold brocade
Among them the beautiful young svelte Safiyya
In mock greetings they waved their arms richly adorned
With many gold bracelets and gold tribal armbands
Then fingered concentric chains of gold necklaces
Taunting gaping impoverished Muslim spectators,
In sexually provocative poses they
Teasingly stroke with pleasure their montes pubis
Then with heavily jeweled index fingers they
Brazenly solicit shocked Muslim men lookers.
Outraged at their ‘in-your-face’ solicitations
Muslim sexual customs having been demeaned
Muslim women throw rocks at the departing tarts
The camelcacde heads north to Khaybar oases.
(Camelcade was prompted by the prophet Muhammad’s expulsion of Nadir Jews from Medina, Arabia in 625.)
12Oct06
Love’s mewling moans amplified to orgasmic gasps
Might be expressed in love’s chemical exchanges
Infected with chlamydial bacteria.
Squirming in the darkness of her genital tract
Diseased sperm struggle through her cervix mucus plug
Adorned with sporelike crown stealthy bacteria
Silently invade her uterine banquet hall
In its moist lining bacteria painlessly
Bite and tear into cells’ vacuoles and from there
Feast on rich nutrients in her cells’ cytoplasm
Fighting back injured cells summon their lysosomes
Whose killer enzymes attack the bacteria
But with primitive chemical reaction the
Bacteria formulate exotic proteins
Repelling the enzymes and in chemical coup
Steal helper lipids from the cells’ Golgi Body
And covering-up with lipid chemical masks
Fool cells into accepting them as organelles
Acting in the role of nefarious Iago
Masked bacteria ravage the ill-fated cells.
Thwarted the ravaged cells send out an SOS
The body’s immune system musters its forces
B lymphocytes, scavenger macrophages, T cells
And even the MGUS antibody protein
But resistant bacteria defeat them all
By conquering medicine’s newest molecules
Mutating to molecular chains that attack
Medicine’s offering of antibiotics
Manifesting Rx druggist interruptus
In her uterus is the ‘war of molecules’.
Feasting to surfeit bacteria multiply
Invading ravaging more and more healthy cells
Unable to cope with bacterial tactics
The conquered and corrupted cells disintegrate
Decaying and near death cells commit suicide
Bacterial colonies inflame and scar tissue
In her repro tract the dense walls of scar tissue
Block eggs from passing into Fallopian tubes
Chlamydial imposed de facto birth control
The empty uterus sans amniotic sac
Woe to women whose wombs nurture chlamydia
Whereby bacteria rule over creation and
Induce blindness, heart attack, pneumonia, or stroke.
(Chlamydia was prompted by chemically intelligent bacteria, the Archean generators of living organisms.)
13Jul05
Morning sun rising over white pine pinnacles
Casts photons reflected from black face pond surface
Rounding the near bend appears the golden bill and
Long white graceful neck of an awesome figurehead
Mounted on the bowpost of a Viking longboat
In full view the ghostly colossus of white cob
Terrorizes the bevy of feeding mallards
They rocket off as if they’d heard a shotgun blast
On Ash Wednesday the giant white cob sans souci
Becomes conquering admiral of black face pond
Honks all clear then appears the pen its lifetime mate
Unmolested the pair reconnoiters swan lake.
At pond’s far end is the defunct mill’s rusted sluice
Flooding spring rains overflow to a brackish cove
Where without fear mallards feed while floating on the
Tidal changes from polluted Long Island Sound
In June a green algae carpet covers the pond
Its color barrier broken by morning march
Of cob, pen, and gray cygnets in line formation
Demonstrating for entitlement of pond rights.
(Cob was prompted by the sight of a large white swan swimming in the pond on Ash Wednesday 25Feb04, a sight normally seen in April.)
11Jun04
She’s not the Colette of short story soft porno
She’s the bride who kissed the pedicured feet of Christ.
During Holy Week secluded in her small white cell
She fasts and fervently prays through the days and nights
Without drink or food she constantly prays for the
Release of souls suffering in purgatory
Overcome by prayerful obsession, in a trance
Her out-of-body self ascends from sore knees and
Moves with Aquiniac intermediate nows
Proceeds through cell space to the walled large crucifix
Where her statuesque husband looks down upon her
His loving eyes, her reward for saintly penance
Affixed to the cross she couples with her husband
Crucified with him she cries out to the Father
"My God, my God forgive them; have mercy on them
Release the damned from the fire of purgatory
Greet and accept them in your heavenly mansions".
(Colette was prompted by Colette the founder of Poor Clares an order of ascetic nuns. In 1807 she was canonized Saint Colette.)
21Jun05
In Carmelite convent discalced nun Teresa
Cloistered with her husband the crucified Jesus
In self denial she fasts and prays day and night
In the rapture of religious self denial
She welcomes penitent joy of ascetic pain
Weakened by fasting, exhausted by praying
Slumps supine on hard mattress of her narrow cot
Enters deep meditation to induce a trance
"Hail Teresa fortunate are you among nuns"
Thereupon is manifest her husband Jesus
He silently passes through her cell’s closed door and
Beside her gazes upon the bedded virgin
His nearness converts virginal cool to heart throbs
Cupid’s arrow injects her with carnal desire
Pious nun converted to sensual woman
She flagellates herself to drive out black Satan
But injected with sexual lust she senses
Hormonal rushes foreplaying with the profane
In blissful submission to carnal consummation
Abandoning vows she levitates to coupling
With her attendant husband Jesus who serves her
Vibrating in constant sexual momentum
Her core contractions emit gasps of ecstasy
Love spasms subside to low susurrant moaning
The act performed Jesus departs as he entered.
Trembling she wakes her body wet with holy sweat
In disarray her sleeping gown still pure white the
Exemplar of ascetic discalced nunnery
Unburdens her guilt in a dark confessional
The hearing priest attempts consolation touches
"Noil mi tangere" I’ve yet to receive him
Communion host on her begging tongue absolves her
"Hoc est enim Corpus Meum" then Teresa
Kneeling before her painted statuesque husband
Penitent woman washes his feet with her tears
But with her short cropped hair cannot wipe dry his feet
In religion’s dual role holy and profane
She prays for pardon of sexual indulgence.
(Ecstasy was inspired by Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s magnificent sculpture ‘Ecstasy of Saint Teresa".)
12Jul07
When subdued by tragedy without catharsis
When sorrow has you in its unrelenting grip
Causing deep despair to headlock mitigation
And incisive pain is permanent indweller
When serotonin is debauched to depression
It’s then vulnerable nerves abandon hope and
Your grief-stricken synapses make you weep aloud.
Looking towards heaven you pray for some relief
But in the galaxy’s spectacular night display
In deep space the mute zodiac indifferent to grief
Transits through heaven in it timeless parsec course
You pray to a God of unknown significance
A remote unresponsive God the intended
Recipient of another failed transmission
From ascended man deserted by his maker
It’s then you know you’re alone, a self apart but
In the future there might be chemical relief
A designer molecule for invading and
Relieving a tormented mindset the host of
Your debilitating and parasitic grief.
(Grief was prompted by debilitating tragedies.)
28Jul04
Declining Diocletian’s advice to retire
Withered old sovereigns drivel inanities
Hanging on in winter like dried large red oak leaves
Refusing to give up their temporal power.
Arafat, corrupt leader of Palestinians
Got rich stealing money intended to help them
Enfeebled by illness he refused to retire
In order to steal more foreign aid for himself.
John Paul 2, actor turned pope returned to acting
Toured the world performing on the Vatican stage
Enfeebled he refused to resign for the chance
To perform again, take more bows, hear more applause.
Rhenquist, a Chief Justice of the United States
Illness prevented him from Supreme Court duty
Refusing to resign he declined to give up
His prestigious black robe with 4 gold service stripes.
Castro, lackey dictator of failed communism
Egoist intolerant of sharing power
Disabled by surgery refused to resign
Agreed to temp power-sharing with his brother.
But power-hungry sovereigns include women
Her royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth 2
Stubbornly hangs on to ceremonial power
While Prince Charles patiently waits to be UK’s king.
(Hangers-On was prompted by dictators and sovereigns refusing to retire.)
18Jun06
In Italia in a southern paese (village)
The young woman lived on her family’s small farm
House with red tile roof, outbuildings, and small chapel
Valued with olive trees, chestnut trees, and vineyards
She dreamed of becoming a missionary nun
And with her priest brother join him in Brazil to
Convert pagan Indians to Catholicism
Then appeared an older man a former paesano (neighbor)
Now an American citizen whose wife died
Looking for a housekeeper for his 8 children
He begged the young woman to be his housekeeper
Wavering between nunnery and nannery
Sought advice from the avuncular parish priest
"God would bless either choice but it’s more important
To raise 8 Catholics who will support the church"
Then with great piety and laying on of hands
He quickly ordained signorina housekeeper.
In America the young housekeeper does the
Marketing, cooks all meals, no canned or frozen food
Prepares lunches for 5 workers, dresses the youngsters
Feeds them breakfast, sends them to school, and at midday
Cooks their lunches returning them to school well fed
Keeps the cast iron coal stove burning, does the laundry
In that house Vesta replaces wise Minerva
Two years later the man marries his housekeeper
Uncloistered nun working pro bono familia
Doing penance in the name of Gesù Cristo (Jesus Christ)
Sexual obligations add 3 more children
Burdened by daily drudgery and nightly access
The summa increases her misery index to tears.
Apart from double family and stern husband
She sequesters herself in the small pantry
There she prays, cooks, cleans, and eats scraps of leftovers
All in self-denial sacrifice for Gesù Cristo
Disillusioned with advice from the parish priest
And having forsaken her young heartfelt calling
She prays for escape from marriage obligations
For return to homeland Italia and there
Novice nun would become bride of Gesù Cristo
None of her dreams coming to pass she keeps praying
Seeking refuge she arranges a small altar
With embroidered scarf runner and votive candle
Its flickering light reflects from brass crucifix
Kneeling before it she prays to Gesù Cristo
Dressed in nun’s black she walks to church for daily mass
Passes Lynch’s Bar and hears heavy Irish brogue
"Sure and that woman must be a saint"
During mass she directs her responsorials
To the statue of crucified Gesù Cristo
Receives his body in the sanctified wheat host.
In old age disabled by disease and pain she
Cloistered herself in her bedroom cell with altar
Continued her self-imposed penitential acts
Like Colette fasted and prayed for help from above
Il mio Gesù Cristo, misericòrdia (mercy)
Absent his help she died in misery and pain.
(Housekeeper was prompted by those who yield to the wills of others while denying their own dreams and instincts).
30Jul04
Ungrateful Immigrants defiled Roman culture and
When immigrant Emperor Constantine the Great
Abandoned Rome savage immigrants destroyed it.
Our politicians ignored our Constitution
They lost control of illegal aliens and
Failed to protect us from too many people,
Today Hispanic illegal aliens are
Abusing our great compassion by demanding
The same rights as true American citizens
And use free speech to contaminate our culture,
Muslim immigrants ignore our Constitution
Demanding that we combine religion and state
That we provide public footbaths to wash their feet
In order for them to pray 5 times a day as
Decreed by Muhammad the prophet of Islam.
America was built and peopled by immigrants
Today we have the infrastructure and nation
Where’s the American president who’ll restore
Our defiled culture to our Constitution and
Give primacy to American citizens?
We don’t need any more ungrateful immigrants.
(Immigrants was prompted by politicians who ignore our Constitution’s Article 1, Section 8, Clause 3 and Amendment 1.)
Scientists say IT was a condensed micro thing
Energized by such enormous heat and pressure
It exploded spewing throughout nutrient space
Energy evolved over 15 billion years
To all the known elements and probably more.
IT created our universe, all there is, and God
IT was, is, and always will be in all there is
IT developed to attraction and repulsion
And might be massless or be enormously massed
IT moves in orbits and angular momentums
Exists in duality, wave or particle
And is represented in symbolic language
IT is fungible, morphable, and transformable
Tested and proved becomes empirical data
IT is in you and the mythical God man made
And resides in all things whether living or not
IT is still a mystery without an answer.
(IT was prompted by the mystery of the universe.)
30Aug06
Persuaded by soft porn in movies and TV
Enthralled by correct no-fault sexuality
He falls in love with a windup minor female
Upon her majority he pledges marriage
With the auto transfer of his domain name.
During hibernation or estivation
Animals survive with reduced oxygen
Their blood cools and biological clocks slow down
To inhibit aging the older Lazarus
Checks into the new high tech lab Lethargics Inc.
It learned secrets of suspended animation
He enters the concourse of human cold storage
There breathes Archean air devoid of oxygen
In which bacteria evolved to higher life
Bad air in which microbial life still survives
Trace amounts of that bad air still linger in us
But man needs oxygen to keep tissues healthy
To prevent heart attack, stroke, perhaps early death
Can animal man live with reduced oxygen?
Can he survive in suspended animation?
One of the secrets is mimetic imposture
Infused by Lethargic’s newly designed morphware
Exotic molecules now replace oxygen
While avoiding anemic damage to tissues
Cells withdraw to defend against anoxia
Producing and consuming little oxygen
Living on bad air and mimetic molecules
Newly cloned Somnus descends upon Lazarus
Inducing lethargy, cooling blood, slowing time
The once peaked waves of his biological clock
Now graceful gazelle waves inhibit his aging.
In mimetic support of reduced oxygen
Lethargic Lazarus barely alive survives
Having endured four years of alternative life
He librates on the razor’s edge of life or death
His teenybopper having reached majority
It’s time for lethargic Lazarus to wake up,
Now comes the reinsurers Llads of New London
Ther they raised dead homes for the new Roman Forum
But they failed to raise Lazarus from his faux death
The kind of death recorded in Gospel stories
Lethargics sends for its resuscitation geek
Gaunt young man with beard and long braided ponytail
With him Lazarus’ sisters Martha and Mary
With his palm pod he downloads bugle reveille
At the pod prompt he exclaims "Lazarus wake up!"
Thereupon lethargic Lazarus opens his eyes.
(Lazarus was prompted by the probability of inducing in humans suspended animation.)
19Aug05
Vexed at baby’s disturbing crying TV mom
Mixes finely ground white powder in baby’s milk
Pacified baby passes to eternal rest
While mom weeps along with Oprah’s crocodile tears.
In a record heat wave parked in direct sunlight
Mom tightly straps her baby into a car seat
Closes windows, locks doors to shop without baby
Abandoned baby screaming for nurturing mom
Bakes and suffocates to death in mom’s car oven,
Mom pours hot foaming caustic into her child’s mouth
Absent vocal chords the child’s dying cries are mute,
From a high bridge railing mom tosses her infants
Into frigid water with swift flowing currents,
Mom locks her two babies and toddler in car’s trunk
Drives to a deep lake and parks on a steep bank then
Releasing the emergency brake locks the doors
Frail weak mom manages to push the car forward
She watches life’s last gasps bubbling to the surface.
In Golgotha distraught mom hears God’s divine voice
Ordering her to drown her 5 evil children
God’s words echo in her devoted site of skull
She seizes and drowns 2 infants and 2 toddlers
Each drowning induces an orgasm in wild mom
Stepping on wet corpses she pursues older son
Fleeing room to room he begs stalking mom to stop
But mom’s female hyena jaws tightly seize him
Ignoring his struggling pleas she submerges him
Her steel rigging anchors him to bathtub bottom
Wilding with hippocampi completes God’s command
As human life vents bubbles of last gasp while mom’s
Damaged amygdalae induce her fifth orgasm
Thereby ending the storm in Medea mom’s skull.
Indicted for atrocious multiple murders
Medea claims she was following God’s orders
Defense lawyers demand to cross-examine God
Subpoenas issued, no-show God does not respond
In Satan’s black robe a socially correct judge
Punishes killer Medea with probation
Rather than her merited quick execution.
(Medea was prompted by moms torturing and killing their children abetted by nonconforming court decisions of liberal and so-called socially correct judges.)
16Jun05
In his temporal lobes electrical surges
Revealed the visions and voices of the divine.
1.
Blessed by God at conception he was the praised one
Beloved of God, Messenger of God, Seal of Prophets
On his back the horny stigma of Last Prophet
On Mount Sinai manifest in the burning bush
Yahweh gave Moses tablets of 10 Commandments
In Mount Hira Cave manifest in Gabriel
Was God Allah’s chosen religion called Islam
Its verses recited to the tranced Muhammad
He repeated Allah’s verses preaching Islam
Converted unbelievers to submissive Muslims
Split the moon in two with median green crescent
Spit in a polluted well puring its water
He made war on the infidels, pagans, and Jews
In war Allah sent him militant angels who
Fought by his side defeating the unbelievers
Allah the one God of Arabs triumphed over
Pagan Daughters of God
The God of Judaism
The Father of Christians.
Prophesying the good and evil of Islam
He was a contradiction holy and profane:
Deeply concerned about protecting human rights
He sold women and children into slavery
Benevolent to slaves he was a slave trader
Tolerant of Jews beheaded offensive ones
Lining the road from Khaybar with headless corpses
Kind to animals sacrificed them to Allah
Loving children married 9 year-old Aisha.
2.
"Aisha my child your father gave you to me
Your mother and handmaidens prepared you for me
They washed, dressed, and perfumed you for my prophecy
You come to me a girl bride bejeweled and sashed
You enter with the fragrance of desert flowers
You behold me with gazelle’s large mirror eyes and
Near me I’m aroused by your girlish innocence
You crescent lips are moist with pomegranate essence
Gazing upon your nakedness captures my heart
In my arms you open to me and I tremble
I finally yield to natural impulses
Our soft sex hardens to marriage consummation
Your bald mount exudes the pungent incense of Myrrh
Loving you I hear passionate girlish mewling
Aisha my child you are my favorite wife".
3.
Upon his death minarets fell and sacred fires died
At oases pure sweet water became brackish
Hajj 7 circlings were reduced to Trinity 3
In high noon his shadowless body was carried
To a palm whose branches bent down in reverence
Ravenous flies avoided his dead sweet body
Heaven’s Black Stones fell on Mecca and Mediina
Tyrant caliphs buried in the bottoms of dry wells
Arose again only to murdered each other
And again were condemned to the bottoms of wells.
Allah called for the ascension of Muhammad
In Islamic paradise he stopped to visit
Warrior martyrs who with shining swords greeted him
Angels escorted him to the sphere of houris
Tall blond girls with green eyes, skin white as camel’s milk
They scattered flower petals in the prophet’s path
They served him lamb shoulder, dates, tumblers of red wine
In pavilions of paradise he serviced them
Then angels escorted him to the 7th sphere
There Allah’s countenance shined upon Muhammad.
Hail Muhammad! moral exemplar for mankind
His glories and praises number in the hundreds
He bequeathed Islamic ascendants good and evil
Delivered Arabs from Jews
And Islam from Judaism.
(Muhammad was prompted by the apostle and prophet of Islam.)
1Apr07
In circadian cycle is awake and asleep
Awake we direct the brain, asleep it directs us
Working the REM shift nightmares are the outputs of
Offline processing controlled by the sleepless brain.
As we drift helplessly into dreamland’s deep sleep
We know how we nightmare but not much about why
It’s claimed by most "He died peacefully in his sleep"
But in nightmare he might have died violently
Sensations in nightmares might impose death on sleep
In a nightmare there might be the power surge that
Short-circuits the dream’s offline network and kills us.
Antonia the hag appears in his doorway
The malevolent hag moves close to his bedside
Terrorized by her closeness he screams in silence
Hovering over him she descends on his face
He suffocates to death during sleep apnea,
Crossing the white-capped bay in a pontine ferry
It’s rolled side-to-side by high velocity winds
Thrown overboard he treads water in the rough bay
Thrashing about in bed he drowns in his vomit,
He wakes in sleep paralysis struggling to move
Immobile he’s asked "What’s wrong?" he cannot answer
In sleep stupor his nightmare codes the bytes of death,
Defying gravity he flies over houses
Flies high over trees, telephone poles, and buildings
Swoops down to the edge of high escarpment and falls
Next day near his bed on the floor he was found dead.
(Nightmare was prompted by people dying in sleep.)
21Oct05
1.
In sleep drifting past REM into deep sleep dreaming
I depart Earth and observe its natured patchwork
Leave there its disparate struggling societies
Killing each other over the myth of a God
Passing through high cirrus clouds ice crystals tinkle
Go past the mists of Our Lady of Fatima
In subzero spheres go past Pokemon and God
Absent are angels singing the Magnificat
Replaced by space energy of ghostly fox fire
Looking back see living Earth a small blue planet
Banded by pubescent wisps of its high cirrus
Some tears fly away as cryo-latticed crystals,
Navigating around puffs of frozen methane
Warm-blooded man transits to structure of dry ice
My anxieties speeding up curve in on me
My thoughts climbing matteral ladders of deep space
Go past the Red Ravine once a flowing river
From which Mars drank swearing an oath for war on Earth
Ascending I hear radiation’s background hiss
The eerie music of galactic accretion
Attended by vibrations of taut tori strings
Ride the currents of electromag energy
Surfing crests of frozen pelagic methane and
Nearing Orion’s Arm in the Milky Way
Am stunned and awed by Constellation Orion
It’s majestic display brightest in the night sky
Thousands of times bigger than our Solar System.
2.
Orion configures the night sky’s Great Hunter
In his manly stance are some of the brightest stars:
Meisa is the star marking the hunter’s head
The crown diverging to the hunter’s 3 bright stars,
Betelgeuse star marks the hunter’s high left shoulder
It is a variable red supergiant star
Orion’s second brightest star
The 9th brightest star in the sky
It’s hundreds of times larger than our Sun and if
Positioned at our Sun would extend beyond Mars,
Bellatrix star marks the hunter’s low right shoulder
It’s a blue-white giant much larger than our Sun
Called the Amazon Arm extending to the bow
It’s Orion’s third brightest star
24th brightest star in the sky,
The sequence of 3 bright bundled stars belt his waist
Left to right Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka
That string of 3 white pearls is adorned with pendant
Roman type short sword whose impaling death tip is
Obscured by clouds of Orion’s Great Nebula,
Below the belt Saiph star marks the hunter’s left foot
Rigel a blue-white giant star marks the hunter’s right foot
It is Orion’s brightest star
7th brightest star in the sky
It’s at least 100 times larger than our Sun,
Saiph to Rigel, up to the belt, back down to Saiph
Configures Orion’s massive Trapezium.
Behold Orion’s glorious Great Nebula
Greatest of all astronomical nebulae
With immense interstellar luminous gas clouds
Enclosing the nursery birthing new hot stars
Embryonic stars mimic morphic ameba
Hot stars set aflame gases in proximity
Dark Horsehead Nebula lit by luminous clouds
Surround multiple roiling nebulae on fire
Look!
Be a witness to the birthplace of stars and God
See the awesome colored palette pigmented with
Spectacular clerestory of stained gases
Hydrogen blue, star dust glowing yellow-orange
Oxygen’s green emissions, magenta jet streams
The colorful nascence that troubled Pollock’s dreams,
Particles flying at warp speed nanoseconds
Intense electromagnetic perturbations
Produce violent tight wave and x-ray outbursts
With energy greater than hundreds of Earth’s Suns
Its hydrogen can produce enough water to
Fill the Earth’s oceans and lakes 60 times daily!
3.
Orion the night sky’s Great Hunter sets out with
His dogs Canis Major and Canis Minor to
Find Merope one of seven beautiful sisters
Configuring the near star cluster Pleiades
Shunning gods Merope was expelled from the cluster
When she fell in love with and married a human
Short hunting exposures of the six sisters shows
The weak nebulosity’s of their nightgowns but
Long exposures reveal the lost naked Merope
Orion captures the invisible sister
With great pleasure milts her with his Great Nebula
Then returning her to her six sisters makes her
Visible in the nearby Pleiades star cluster.
Stunned by physics of evolution in progress
I view again the masterpiece beyond man’s power
My optic nerve energized to ecstasy fills
The Hubble volume of my night sky wonder
Grateful for vision I behold the majesty
That humbles and renders me to humanity
While attempting to verse ineffable display
I fantasize I was once part of Orion
The Great Hunter’s countenance shines down upon me.
(Orion was prompted by its stars’ extraordinary brightness, configuration, and Great Nebula.)
27Aug06
If wobble codons ignore programmed stop signs
Those codons might translate to amino acids
Designed for proteins defining deviant sex.
Pasiphaë queen wife of King Minos of Crete
Weary of the king’s legendary embraces
Is borne by slaves to Temple of Aphrodite
Competes with whores in ritual prostitution
Accepts 50 penetrators in one session
For her noble sexfest common whores call their queen
Daughter of Aphrodite, royal whore of Crete
Recuperating in her royal bed chamber
Friendly maidservants give her a good tongue lashing.
Bored with men the adventurous royal whore
Casts eyes on hindquarters of the king’s prized white bull
Fascinated by tales of the bull’s potency
Aroused hormones parade for her amygdalae
She begs Circe for the magic bestial potion for
Morphing her to disguise of heifer in oestrous
Drinking the potion she feels its transmutation
Impressions are flaunted to anticipation
She brazenly approaches the bull’s fortress pen
Massive timbers and gate strengthened with iron straps
Iron nose ring chained to timber restrains the bull
In heat of bizarre brazen solicitation
Taurus falls to Earth from heaven’s zodiac belt
Ejecting a shower of bull particulates
Enclosed in bull scented haze she becomes giddy
Its redolence induces a sexual high
To full syndrome of anxiety neurosis
Her hypothalami sweat anticipation
Aided by Aphrodite she opens the gate
Previewing the forbidden act she wavers but
Compelled by nature’s newly adapted urges
Brazenly approaches the hoofing snorting bull
It postures and bellows and charges but then
Stomps in the lively tempo of breeding rhythm
Bull’s emerged penis extends its invitation
Heifer ascends to bondage of breeding platform
Entering the bridal chamber she securely
Positions herself between breeding stanchions
There surrenders to act of bovine servitude
Bellows and moos orchestrate the performance of
Pastoral drama ‘afternoon of a heifer’.
Thereafter the queen gave birth to the Minotaur
Monster with white bull head and grotesque man body
The irate king slaughtered his prized white bull and then
Punished his adulterous queen the royal whore
By exiling her on a small rocky island
She conceals herself from lookers and the king’s guard
Nasty eunuchs who demean, mock, and torment her
But the Royal Whore of Crete lives on in Mexico
Where there’s a yearly pageant celebrating the
Mexican whore most serviced by bullocks/burros.
(Pasiphaë was prompted by the classic Greek myth King Minos.)
20Jun04
He’s a white in Zimbabwe, tall among pygmies
White cockatoo amid brilliantly colored parrots
Listening to big bands he hears only a guitar
He’s atheist in cloistered cell with crucifix.
Emulating Picasso’s puerile paintings
He creates similar childish paintings like those
Hung in corridors of elementary schools
Contending with his maverick disposition
Paints large blotches of unknown significance and
In despair slouches to a room with northern light
With a palette of dark colors paints his portrait
From saturated shades and dense burnt sienna
Emerges the apparition of his grim face.
Tormented by searching for a new abstract style
Visual hallucinations are fractured with
Parts and fragments of an imperceptible whole
Emotional bursts splatter discrete paint packets
Maculating canvases with gouache, lacquers
Aluminum paint, China blue, India ink
From the neurotic slob are strings and streaks and blobs
Long simmering tantrums are splattered to montage
Curly twisted tea leaves infused with abandon
Jagged saw teeth extend to kerning flourishes
Roiling oil slicks are Morse messaged dots and dashes
Whorls morph to fetal tori and dark swollen eyes
The radical artist with missionary zeal
Delivers graffiti hailed as avant-garde art
Searching for the symbol of a new technique he
Converts old surrealism to space and time strings
Inserts baroque warps and broken threads in paintings
Of nooses drawn around necks of classic artists
He rambles in denseness of his arachnoid web
Caught between mother and wife, pia and dura.
In anger, anxiety, mind’s agitation
He accidentally spills paint on a bare floor
The casual spill spreading to desired graphic
Exposes the long sought symbol of a new style
Excitedly viewed he intuits floor painting
Heuristic techniques now abandon wall for floor
Looking down on a large rectangular canvas
Walking gingerly around the floored arena
The sensational peripatetic painter
Fortunate in his serendipitous find
Abandons the old order for neural chaos
Dispenses paint in quasi-controlled mania
His fleeting impressions impulsively splattered
Eruptive rage symbolized in streaks and blotches
Mottled with squirts of his urine’s yellow ochre.
While riding a mustang through Navaho country
Glial cells activate enzymes for signaling
Painting-addicted synapses to fire the gates
Opening to the panorama of Blue Poles
Revealed therein his arachnoid web with totems.
(Pollock was prompted by Blue Poles the masterpiece of Jackson Pollock.)
4Jul04
We are witnesses to a universal rule:
The strong always seduce and subjugate the weak.
In our universe a predator galaxy
Attracts, seduces, and engulfs weaker bodies
Such as stars daring to invade its parsec space
Dimensioned in light years its immense spiral arms
Sweep deep space in constant proximity searches
For hits on stars and other celestial bodies
With massive gravitas its long luminous arms
Embrace and capture homeless weak matter and stars
Becoming part of the predator galaxy.
Look!
Our deep space telescope reveals the monster cloud
Of a googolplex of predator galaxies
Glorified with hierarchical massive black holes
It’s billions of light years from our Milky Way
But is it moving inexorably towards us?
(Predator was prompted by the nature of our universe transferred to Earth and the Animalia kingdom.)
26Jul07
The priest sided left and right by catechumens
Two cherubic altar boys his pedoservers
They present themselves fronting God’s sacred altar
Crossing himself the priest invokes Almighty God.
Priest
With holy water I bless your sacred altar
Lord God with impure soul I approach your altar
Lord God my father in heaven Lavabo me
I've strayed from your righteous path
Inserted my sperm in the virginal entrails
Of my catechumens, innocent altar boys
Judge me Lord and distinguish my lust for young boys
From the laity and deceitful irreligious
They mock me, break my bones, and downcast my soul
They’re my enemies who want to persecute me
For I like Jesus consort with boys and young men
In their embrace are my sighs and muffled cries of joy,
Glissando stroking my harp I sing your praises
You ordained me with miraculous power to
Consecrate wheat dough hosts with the Body of Christ
Kneeling at your feet receive your love on my tongue
But when I open doors of your tabernacle
I see in the place of your gold Ciborium
The gold cup of the beautiful boy Ganymede.
Lord at your altar I’m in awe of your three omni’s
Through my most grievous fault of sexing with young boys
I hereby confess that I’ve exceedingly sinned
This my act of contrition and in your presence
I beseech you have mercy on my sexful soul
In the names of all the exalted saints I pray
I might be worthy of your Holy of Holies
I entreat you take away my iniquities
My brethren forgive me for my fervor for flesh
For sexual offenses and breaking of vows
Satan whispers to me sex is greater than God
Lord at your altar I offer myself to you
Cleanse my sinful soul and give me absolution
Shine your countenance upon your humble servant.
Response
You prefer sex with young boys more than love of God
Pedophilia falsifies your priestly vows
Vile priest your soul longs not for God but for young boys
In agape feast you celebrate with young boys
Your semenaries are homo academies
You take novices to retreats with double beds
First was the Church Militant then Church Triumphant
Today the Church Compliant tolerates those priests
Whose systemic pursuit of sexual crimes is
Pastored by aloof, remote, and tolerant popes
Abetted by yielding cardinals and bishops
Who under the cover of Church hierarchy
Secrete crimes in the altar’s dark tabernacle
Then exile pedophile priests parish-to-parish
Where with impunity continue their assaults
Celebrating Mass on tombs of ravished young boys.
Godists should know that in life on Earth first comes thirst
Then gnawing hunger followed by the drive for sex
After those have been satisfied lastly comes God.
Priest
I’ve strayed from the righteous path of your Son Jesus
Deposited my sperm in virginal entrails
Of my innocent and cherubic altar boys
Lord God Father in heaven lavabo me.
(Psalm was prompted by Psalm 42. Judica Me/Judge Me
at the beginning of the Traditional Catholic Latin Mass.)
15Aug07
Repulsive and ugly Jurassic rat now flies
With rodent fuselage and ribbed membranous wings
The flying mammal has needlepoint incisors
Perfect for injecting lethal rabies virus.
1. The Bite
The young naïve spelunker thinks the bat is cute
As it makes several flight passes over her
In a welcoming gesture she holds out her hand
With outspread wings the bat parachutes to her hand
Softly landing on her slender index finger
Its needlepoint incisors quickly penetrate
Injecting saliva infected by rabies
A viral disease so treacherous and deadly
Its victims salivate and weep for a quick death.
Viruses are the leftovers of single cells
Smaller than cells viruses don’t have nuclei
Lacking DNA viruses can’t reproduce
So they invade her host cells at the bite site
Her physically correct host cells cooperate
Using the reproductive function in host cells
Viruses reproduce in abundance until
They burst through cell walls killing their proper hosts and
Absent the protection of a quick vaccine the
Inflamed bit site festers to rabid colony.
2. Ravaging Her Brain
Departing from the growing viral colony
Viruses begin a preprogrammed pilgrimage
Traveling in motor and sensory nerves to
Her spinal chord then continue to her brain
On route at her ‘little brain’ the cerebellum
The main coordinator of muscle movement
Viruses plunder cells in its lobes and vermis
Generating symptoms of Parkinson’s disease
She twitches, gets seizures, perhaps paralysis,
Moving on burrowing under temporal lobes
Viruses assault left and right hippocampi
Harming her space perception, short-term memory
Has no memory of the episodic bite
She can’t recall what she just said or where she was.
What does she have Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, or what?
The wily viruses keep ravaging her brain
Invading the brain’s left and right thalami the
Viruses reroute neural paths of stimuli
She now itches and scratches and feels pins and needles
Sometimes victims descend to permanent coma,
The viral blitzkrieg attacks her limbic system
Damaging hormones affecting emotions of
Sex, flight or fight, or bipolar disorder or
In hostile frustration to self-mutilation.
3. Death
Departing the ravagement of her brain organs
Viruses march to their final destination
Her two salivary glands and two tear glands
Saliva defends against bacteria but is
Totally helpless against the rabies virus
Constantly drooling she looses precious water
Drooling like Pavlov’s dogs she craves water not food
But she cannot drink because the viruses have
Further infected her with hydrophobia
Weeping at imminent death tear glands overflow
Precious water listlessly wets her pallid checks
Drooling and weeping uncontrollably she now
Slouches to dehydration and prays for quick death
In paper tissues soaked with her drooling and tears
Are camouflaged the insidious viruses
Whose contagion waits to infect her caretakers.
At her bedside vigils and prayers in abundance
Godacs invoke Saint Jude’s ‘last resort’ but in vain
"Lord God we beg you take back your rabies virus
Cleanse Us, O Lord and cleanse rabies from our sister"
But God cannot undo what evolution wrought
All his omni powers useless against rabies
Hiding in heaven Lord God proclaims Jesus’
Crucifixion was preferable to rabies
God departs heaven for ‘laissez faire’ atheism.
(Rabies was prompted by the devastating human suffering of its infection leading to death, unless quickly diagnosed and the victim vaccinated.)
5Jun07
In her bedroom mother maintained a small altar
Nightstand top covered with a white linen runner
Her tabernacle a dioramic shrine with
The seated figurine of Madonna and child
Painted with azure blue robe over a white gown
Her head embraced with gold crown and brilliant nimbus
On her lap the infant Jesus, the Word made flesh
In its painted background the town of Bethlehem
The shrine framed by baroque woodcarving and glass front
Placed before it in a position of respect
A blood red tumbler with burning votive candle
It cast eerie flickers on Madonna and child
Nailed above the shrine was a large cross of Mamre oak
Affixed with the crucified Jesus, Son of God
Who supervised her heartfelt reverential acts.
In the Great Depression after Ash Wednesday
Summoning her 10 year-old son to her bedroom
Pointing to a nearby spot fronting her altar
She asked him to kneel on the linoleum floor
In front of the altar she sprinkled dry chickpeas
Rock hard legumes armed with sharp spines and then
Asking him to raise his knickers above his knees
She ordered him to kneel on the rock hard chickpeas
He remained silent while sharp spines pierced his bare knees
Handing him her rosary she ordered him to
Pray four rosaries dedicating each one to
The Father, Jesus Christ, Holy Ghost, Madonna.
His bare knees pierced and bleeding the compliant son
Rosary in hand fingered its long loop of beads
Although daunted by his mother’s stern command he
Prayed the Dominican’s old rosary sequence
Glorias Patri and Paters Noster followed
By repeated decades of Aves Maria
With great effort completed the first rosary
Under his knees linoleum spotted with blood
Determined he completed the second rosary
He thought of skipping a rosary but did not
His mother knew the time to pray four rosaries
Refusing to endure intolerable pain
Removed imbedded chickpeas from his bloodied knees
Continuing to pray he fixed his eyes upon
Figurine of Madonna and the crossed Jesus
Listening to inner ears heard his own voice-overs
Echoes of auto-emotive rosary rote
Recititavi to the figurine and cross.
Hearing mother’s approaching footsteps he quickly
Reinserted chickpeas under his bloody knees
His penitential ordeal completed mother
Permitted him to stand and noticing his knees
Toweled off the blood and rewardingly remarked
"Jesus Christ loves those who sacrifice in his name
Remember the precious blood of Christ’s sacrifice
And that man’s blood sacrifice removes his evil"
He wondered if blood sacrifice removed Christ’s evil
Rescued from purgatorial torture the son
Wondered whether the Madonna under glass would
Accept his blood sacrifice as entrée to heaven.
(Rosary was prompted by the presumed rewards for
suffering during the performance of penitential acts.)
26Jul04
Terri Schiavo of Pinellas Park hospice
Slave to marriage bond and Florida state statutes
Victim of heart attack to stroke and brain damage
Her bedridden body morphed to background still life
Is nourished by a plastic gastric feeding tube
Lost in the neural limbo of disabled brain
Her eyes reflexively track bright floating balloons.
Attentive parents appease her disablement
Together at her bedside family and friends
Pray to namesake Saint Theresa of Avila
Patron saint of heart attacks and brain injuries
Godists pray for divine intercessory act
For miraculous act of recovery but
Her husband demands her feeding tube be removed
Thereby assuring her exposure to slow death
Parents demand her feeding tube be retained to
Keep alive their still living brain dead daughter
Parents and estranged husband bitterly quarrel
Contesting the other’s right of guardianship
Parents plead for custody of beloved daughter
Husband claims he has spousal statutory rights
Zealous as Eleazar ben Yair their lawyers
Argue for each side in state and federal courts
But the several judges sitting in those courts
Find in favor of the intransigent husband.
Our soldiers pamper captured killer terrorists and
On death row killers are saved from execution but
Affixed to the cross of judicial precedents
Neither Godist nor saint nor God could save Terri
From the judge’s statutory jurisprudence
Where’s the statute for euthanasia’s eternal rest?
Look!
In the docudrama of tormenting slow death
See her swollen tongue with crinkle-cut stigmata
Dried-hard nasal passages drip-drip-dripping blood
One’s innate dignity can be taken away
Witnesses see her agony in Gethsemane
Waiting at the gate of superior castle
Saint Teresa extends her hand to Terri and
Inside they behold the Beatific Vision.
(Schiavo was prompted by the bitter controversy over Terri’s guardianship. It took 13 days for Terri to die (31Mar05); she was 41. In Italian schiavo means slave.)
30May05
People who believed in God questioned their leaders
Their Jobian remonstrations begged for answers
Wars are killing thousands of innocent people
Hispanic gangs are killing unknown passers-by
Muslim terrorists are killing Jews, Christians, and each other
Tsunamis are killing people, destroying cities
Rabbis, priests, imams, and others have no answers
They declare humans cannot know the mind of God
But why is God so aloof and indifferent?
The truth is God has no mind because there’s no God
When the people convened he exhorted them to
Listen carefully to the words of my sermon.
1. Godists
"There are godists and godiacs and atheists
Godists believe a real God exists in heaven
They believe that God is the creator of all
Including today’s intelligent design of
Our universe and Earth’s evolution of life
They assign male personals to God – He, His, Him
As creator God rules from his throne in heaven
Guarded by angels and redeemed merited souls
Ruling from his heavenly throne God has total
Dominion over heaven, purgatory, hell
The creative prerogative belongs to God
In the desert’s clear night see God’s glowing icons
You mock Virgin Mary’s Immaculate Conception
Declaring conception is only biology
In the beginning it was God who created life.
2. Godiacs
Godiacs are godists with diehard faith in God
They eagerly accept all the good of God and
Blindly reject all God’s evils affecting us
Declaring no one knows the ‘why’ of God’s mind for
Human suffering and natural disasters,
They read scripture to find answers for life and death
While rejecting proofs of scientific testing
Because of emotional debility they’re
Addicted to choice remedial drug blind faith
Palliated by religious contrivances
Promulgated by Mysterium Fidei
And Pope’s magisterial bull ex cathedra,
Godiacs debased by disease, anguished by pain
Abandon the saints for higher intervention
They pray directly to God for divine succor
Talking themselves into God’s pseudo endorphins
They impute to God a mythical perfection
But God’s imperfect chromosomal arrangements
Create conjoined twins and lovable idiots
Upon death temporal versions of godiacs
Are resurrected by the Father in heaven
A myth believed only by diehard godiacs
When our mitochondria shut down we black out
Absent energy we die as do their presumed souls.
First was Dolly and later her partner Dino
And then was the autoerotic lesbian
Who self-implanted DNA of her own kind
Woe to you who usurp God’s creative power
Remember God condemned to hell the Seraphim
Whose pride and envy coveted Lord God’s power.
Your xenotransplantations into uteri
Intern exotic chromosomes whose strange genes might
Gestate to a fetus whose cerebral cortex
Consists of axons masked by nano chip templates
Such morphed newborns are anathema to Godiacs,
In your coliseum for public amusement
Pygmy with bull penis, breasts with serpent nipples
Are those geeks to be domesticated as pets?
Neuromorphic engineers try to mimic God
Will they present David with bionic virgins?
Is there a stem cell line for auto abortion
For ejecting such a morphed monster from a womb?
Will lawyers argue over who owns geek patents
And barking and grunting replace spoken language?
3. Atheists
The universe and all in it consists of matter
It is matter of measurable physicals
Confirmed by science ‘in misura veritas’
You declare God is pure spirit without matter
Spirit of indefinable divine essence
Spirit might be able to recreate spirit
Lacking matter spirit cannot create matter
Matter is measurable but your God is not
In our universe matter exists, God does not
Remember that man gave your God omnipotence
Manmade God is infected with some of man’s faults:
Your God is intolerant,
‘You shall not bow down before or worship idols’
Your God is jealous,
‘I am a jealous God who will punish you’
Your God is an egoist,
‘I am the Lord God, you shall worship no other’
Know that heaven, purgatory, and hell are all
Manmade places each unknown and inscrutable
Each maxim applies to our human emotions
Your manmade God is a mythical creator.
In the First Story of Creation it’s written
"God created man in his image"
An image ingrained with innate imperfections
Liable to the evil of fallen angels
Vulnerable to diseases that kill, man is
Assailed by bacteria, viruses, mold spores
Insects even inject him with lethal toxins
Under constant attack by works of the six days
Man is forced to apply remedial fixes.
In the Second Story of Creation it’s written
"the Lord God formed man out of the clay of the ground"
That clay man lacked mammalian biology
Lacked the gastrula with its primordial cells
Harvested for growing embryonic stem cells
For differentiation to stem cell lines
Genetic, therapeutic, regenerative
Genetic defects can be eliminated
By altering embryonic gene chemistry
Therapeutic bone marrow stem cells can produce
Healthy blood cells and immune cells without MGUS
Knowledge of the newt’s regenerative secret
Enables the use of primordial cells for
Differentiating into stem cell lines that
Will regenerate missing limbs and body parts
Cochleas, olfactory bulbs, and retinas.
Ignoring modern knowledge of living matter
Godiacs believe their God is the creator
This absurd concept is remitted by reason
The giant impact of reason upon religion
Disposes the belief that God is creator
Chemistry ended the belief in religion
Astrophysics put an end to belief in God.
Godiacs impose fiction on evolution
To support their belief they maintain diehard faith
A faith that fills their emotional abstract needs
But God was manmade by divinatory priests
And told to superstitious writers of fiction
They wrote God converted primordial matter
To the timed primary matter of all there is
But they lack the evidence of God ‘in esse’
And the scientific proof of ‘in misura’
In any discussion of existence of God
Godiacs mouth standard exegetic answers
‘Remember God’s omni’s make him all powerful
And that man cannot comprehend the mind of God’.
In his search for God creator of all there is
Maker of evolution’s failures, successes
He followed religions’ many devious paths
He read theses of Darwin, Spencer, Crick/Watson
Browsed Netter’s Atlas of Human Anatomy
And after persistent inquiry concluded
Religion’s judgements betray scientific proofs
That DNA base pairing created God who
Resides in the temporal lobes of godiacs
And acts out in the skin’s galvanic responses,
Your brain is the full-time interactive organ
Actively updated it makes you what you are
You are what your brain is and it’s what you have been
In its neural network of billions of circuits
You are a confirmed atheist or godiac.
Godiacs believe penultimate death ends life
Ultimate death releases the soul to heaven
Know that the fanciful soul dies when the brain dies
Death is the end of life’s input-output cycle
We die and death is the singular end of life
God, soul, and resurrection are the pure fictions
Of God’s ministers who do no progressive work.
Look!
There lies an unfertilized egg in a petri dish
Denucleated it’s infused with DNA
A measured electric squirt fertilizes it
Biology transfers life from egg to zygote
Begins generation of an embryo that
Implanted in a uterus gestates to human".
(Sermon was prompted by godists, godiacs, and atheists.)
26Jun05
Her concealed sweet treats are gift wrapped with nylon lace
Its flirtatious loose ends beckon venturesome males
Whose sexual pursuits visually unwrap
The gift concealing exquisitely wrought contents
Retinal fornication is prelude to love
In synaptic kiss of her soft lips sans botox
She responds with honeycomb nectarase output
Choice part anointed with lubric opalesence
He embraces the full expression of her genes
Infused with hormones of passion and pregnancy
A body to be loved, possessed, dominated
Lest other venturesome males cover her bones.
With male and female sex cells sexuality
Reproduces humans of great diversity
Determined during momentary cell fusion
Twelve seconds of chromosomal chemistry the
Output of OR gate male or female or output
Of AND gate combo hermaphrodite or pseudo
Or creator of chosen sex through eugenics
Or those demerited XY inputs gated
Through abnormal electrically charged circuits
Over the billions of years of evolution.
Lovers appear in appointed manifest space
They toast each other sipping from Hebe’s gold cup
Their fragrances beckon voluntary foreplay
Tender touches amygdalize to global hits
Enhanced by sensual inputs and responses
They partner in hetero, homo, or both acts
A partner might be equal, dominate, yielding
Giver or receiver of pleasure, pain, ennui
Or novice nympho double- wrapped in aloofness
Or transferor of life for new human being
And with programmed voices of love’s passionate gasps
Lovers surrender to their muscular bondage
But some instinctive acts pervert reproduction
Disgusting acts for most are normal for others
In the fire might be sex sealed in twin pustules
The sexuality of festering disease
Exotic bacterial or viral molecules
Consuming the living kingdom of your body
Mutating faster than healing designer drugs.
In Circean mode her limpid eyes lighthouse scan
The male horizon for desperate wayward men
A man of war dares ride the last quarter high tide
Slipping on her storm battered green slimed rocky shore
Euthanized by her peanut butter death kiss he
Drowns and sinks to the bottom strewn with men of war.
(Sexuality was prompted by our reluctance to understand its physiology by linking it to religion and morality.)
27Aug05
In Orion luminous gas clouds glow red hot
Fire dust falling to Earth cools to red tints/pink shades
Crossbreeding the genus Lilium’s DNA
Created the elegant lily Star Gazer.
In spring I anxiously wait for the emergence
Of a single green stem breaking through the warm ground
Its large five-inch long glossy green ovate leaves are
Laddered offset on its towering four foot stem
Attached with ties to a supporting hardwood stake,
In the grand Lilium crown are four showy jewels
The large conic buds burst to beautiful flowers
They are outfaced and down-turned at their white edges
Each one exhibits the same integral beauty
Ornate petals are cosmeticked by diverse pinks
Carpeted by soft pile of pubescent down they’re
Speckled with auburn beauty spots of papillae
Inviting tender touches of probing fingers,
Six exquisite petals surround each style and
Petal diameters measure seven inches
Crimson central veins mark petals’ shallow furrows
My eyes well at overwhelming floral beauty,
In the crossbred lily are stamens and pistils
Male stamen has thin filaments topped by anthers
Female pistil has ovary, style, and stigma
From concealed ovary sexual secretions
Ascend its style to stigma becoming sticky
Summer’s gentle puffs blow anther’s orange pollen
Onto the sticky stigma fertilizing it
Where nature’s sexual repro is continued,
After its lush display and youthful sex comes death
The flowers are gone but the stem and leaves hang on
Symbolic reminders of memento mori.
(Star Gazer was prompted by the beautiful potted lily plant given to me by my grandson.)
5Aug07
In scant lingerie, black lace thigh highs, and spike heels
Self-pleasuring pumping and stroking mons pubis
Directs herself in porno video for him
Brazen nympho sends it to her teen male student
During afterschool nonunion pedagogy
In Venus' portable temple, her sedan
Female teacher trysts with her minor male student
Her cosmeticked blue-yonder eyes focus on him
She kneels before the idol of god Priapus
Glossed lips surround her hungry oral cavity
Hummingbird beak hovers over blossom stamen
Blues pop out of her socket like red-eyed tree frog
Botoxed lips keenly clamp to male potency as
Back seat succubus performs ancient ritual
Her oral twitter elicits desired response
As she gluts herself feasting on sweet male nectar.
Teacher teacher in pink nylon preacher panties
Culls from her class another minor male student
In parking lot pulpit delivers her c'mon
To another convert to ancient ritual.
(Young female teachers performing oral sex and other sexual acts on minor male students prompted this poem.)
1May09
A nurse-practitioner enters a hospice room
On a cot covered with plastic sheet is packaged
An oldster fully dependent on elder care
Gazing at far blank space his decrepitude drools
The nurse administers palliative care while
His frail withered body holds death in abeyance,
One day the oldster mumbles to the nurse "It’s time"
Then appears Thanasia with a black travel bag
With charisma aforethought lays hands upon
Releasing his obstinate living will for life
Pardoned from vitiated vitality she
Draws into a syringe designer molecules
Injects 100 cc’s of painless quick death
Casting an appreciative glance he smiles and dies
Vinedresser discards an old, dried, and shriveled grape.
(Nurse was prompted by one’s choice for a quick and peaceful death.)
31Oct05
In a Connecticut cul-de-sac neighborhood
Spined by black asphalt roads with offshoot driveways
Lawns trimmed by Hispanic illegal aliens
In my driveway incongruous site of turkey
Big wild Tom cruising my yard pecking for hen scent
In his coat of black-brown and white-streaked feathers are
The highlights of green-gold iridescent patches
Exhibiting cockiness Tom gobbles and struts
Full fantail, wide wingspan, great height-weight ratio
Tom pomps his cockiness with inflated wattles
Seeks hens for partners in doing the turkey trot
But absentee hens eunuch Tom’s mating displays
Poor old Tom the last of Mohegan wild turkeys.
(Tom was prompted by the site of a large wild turkey strutting in my driveway.)
30May07
We live in one of many human transitions
Using laws and constants of Planck, Einstein, Hubble
We calculate values 10n to 10-n
Working with the brain’s array of networked dendrites
We transit from abstract visions to real products
TV pixels and subatomic particles,
We are passing from assemblies of nuts and bolts
To template masking and photopositing for
Fabricating silicon chips and chip modules
For medical and material applications
From sperm and eggs to pipettes and petri dishes
Metabolism to humanoid replication
In finger-tip management of daily lives from
Audible conversation to text messaging
When linked by our conversational computers
We transition to digital send and receive
Apart alone we substitute intimacy
For repetitive transmissions of teletalk.
We are changing God’s mythical work of 6 days
To the geologic time periods in which
Evolved physical systems simple to complex
For our senses of touch, smell, taste, sight, and hearing
Controlled by billions of electroneural circuits,
Correcting the birth defects created by God
Chips and modules implanted in our brains enhance
Thought and memory, help the blind see, the deaf hear
Pacify seizures and personify the autistic.
In the future humans will be transiting to
Exotic invisible realms unknown to God
By converting theory to living matter
We pass from sapiens to Homo inventus.
(Transitions was prompted by the stunning evolution of scientific theory for human and material applications.)
11Sep07
Aristotle declared there’s potency in form.
Safely enveloped in her girlish chrysalis
Submitting to ancient template of latent teen
Tween emerges through the cultural opening
Prepared by her pliable liberal parents
Whose custodial delinquency is seized by
Corrupt marketers scheming for windfall profits
They refresh weekly high-pressure ad campaigns for
Selling potentials of sexual adventure
To emerged tween now agog with raucous hormones.
Prime recipient of disposable dollars
Marketers tempt the tween with fashion’s glossy fads
The mall rat squanders dollars on must-have follies
Tucci tank top yields to assertive winsome breastlets
$300 sneakers with flashing red lights
$500 hip-hugger designer jeans
Reared by androgynous rump plumping as ordered
New low riders exhibit jeweled pierced navel
Its deep set dark eye coyly winks at passers-by
Lookers gawk at shameless budding femalia the
Menarche commercialized to adult woman.
Maturing tween is celebrated by rappers
On TV black subculture’s ‘gansta rap’ affirms
Ebonics to be progressive English for blacks
Their innane rap ebonized to gobbledygook
Offering tastes of pink oleanders’s nectar
They promise dream desert topped with cherry delight
Look!
There’s tween Lolita in flagrante delicto!
Diana weeps for exploited pubertal tween
Whose potency acts out to woman’s mature form
To play the role of sophisticated lady.
(Tween was prompted by the commercial exploitation of pubertal girls enabled b their parents.)
20Jun04
In the high vaulted ceiling of a grand ballroom
Painted gossamer mists are highlighted by stars
Whose twinkling is reflected from the glazed dance floor
While dance couples dine under ornate balconies
Occupants patiently wait to spectate dancers
When the staged emcee announces Ravel’s new waltz
Anxious dance couples hasten onto the dance floor.
Expecting a Viennese waltz they instead hear
Stylistic variations obscuring the waltz
Distant murmurs and the ominous moans of bass
Confused idle dancers look around for group help
Sans melody they’re abandoned in waltz limbo
But are redeemed by waltz melody and tempo
To the charming entreaties of glissando strings
They waltz step-together-step, whirl right and whirl left
Waltzing counterclockwise in heavenly orbit
Then suddenly thunderous drums and piercing brass
Impales the heart of the gaieté Parisien
The imposing calls of brass and tympani are
Tranquilized by the response of sweet choral strings
Embellished by the tenderness of mewling flutes
Doomed dancers rescued once more, it’s waltz time again!
Smiling in dance positions they resume waltzing
Sliding, sliding, scivolando in triple time
Gliding, levitating over the glazed dance floor.
But again waltzing’s exuberant dance routines
Stumble and fall due to orchestral vehemence
Then comes the return of the native dance music
In prelude to orchestral assault of the waltz
Distant ominous moans of bass are repeated
From mind’s molten regions erupt musical rage
In the harmonic heat of raucous musical score
Frenzied waltzers whirl and whirl bumping each other
Harsh words are spoken, there are threats and challenges
The privileged are scornful of commoners, they fight
On the glazed dance floor a few lie in pools of blood
Most waltzers are stunned to catatonic lookers
Then full orchestral onslaught overbears the waltz
In the bombardment by brass, cymbals, tympani
Is the great orchestration of chromatic dischord
In the frenzied coda is the waltz macabre
Waltzers madly whirl and whirl to climactic fine
When the music ends all is quiet on the waltz front
Frustrating yet again Sisyphus and Merope.
(Waltz was prompted by Maurice Ravel’s unusual composition La Valse, great for listening but not for dancing/waltzing.)
21Aug07
In Africa, Asia, and South America
Human urine/feces infected with worm eggs
From slimy deadly Schistosome bloodeating worms
That contaminate fresh water lakes and rivers
Snails ingest the eggs that later hatch as larvae
They attack naive humans using the water
Toothless larvae bore through the tough human skin
Invade the blood of their unsuspecting victims
Carried by blood, larvae lodge in victims’ organs
Where they mature to Schistosome males and females.
Produced by evolution’s trials and errors the
Schistosome pseudo-hermaphrodite survivor
Is the observable large male, 1/3" long
An obnoxious blood fluke deviously evolved
Its head is mostly a large mouth for eating blood
Champing on platelets it gulps them down with plasma
Without anus it vomits waste into host’s blood
At midpoint a large tumor, an elephant’s foot
Stabilizes it against tidal flows of blood
At its rear a large canopy with side covers
Protects its vaginal intaglio mating slit
In which is confined a small female laying eggs
In constant conjugal embrace she becomes an
Egg laying machine producing thousands of eggs
Infecting host’s bladder, intestines, kidneys, liver
But the satyr-nympho sexual addiction
Cannot reproduce any Schistosome offspring.
Eating the host’s blood the slimy bloodeating worms
Gorge themselves with molecules of the host’s blood type
Their familiar molecules are ignored by the
Host’s immune system protecting the bloodeaters
From revealing their precise DNA sequence
Baffling researchers working on effective drugs
No drug kills the bloodeaters ravaging humans
And no vaccine prevents their larval infection
Humans excrete worm eggs in urine and feces
The eggs again make their way to fresh water to
Begin again the deadly Schistosome cycle
Worldwide only malaria kills more people.
Lord God why did you make the Schistosome blood fluke?
They’re killing your reputed imaged creations.
(The devastating disease of schistosomiasis prompted this poem.)
31Oct08
In the night sky he sees moving colored lights of
A disk-shaped UFO as it descends towards him
It hovers above his desert adobe hut
Landing softly without swirling dark cloud sand storm
Colored lights flash the coded message ‘Please Enter’
Slowly he enters the UFO’s open hatch
Lying on a lab table under a blue lamp
His brain and heart pacified with mag resonance
He yields peacefully to a physical exam
He watches a nearby monitor as his hosts
Probe his organs with noninvasive surgery
Next day he looks for signs of nighttime adventure
No signs of UFO, no signs of surgery
He tells his friends about extraterrestrials
They don’t believe him and ask for physical proof
If there are extraterrestrials where are they?
Why haven’t we received their wireless transmissions?
Are they from frozen resacas on planet Mars?
Perhaps they’re moonies from far away moons such as
Jupiter’s Europa or Saturn’s Enceladus.
(The improbable belief that space aliens visited Earth during the 20th century prompted this poem.)
6Feb09
Asiatic girls malnourished and poorly dressed
Young girls breastless, fuzzless, bartered, bought, and/or seized
Pompous pimps corral the girls in squalid row shacks
On the job training for marketing Lolitas
The Eve serpent re-emerges as pedophile
Whose lust transforms fantasy of girl to woman
Viewed on the web girl in flagrante delicto
She’s not 9 year old Aisha washed and perfumed
In diaphanous white silk gown she’s escorted
To the matrimonial chamber where she’s couched
Lying supine she waits for her prophet husband.
Roman girls offered themselves in Venus temples
Aisha girl was offered to Muslim prophet
Asiatic girls offered for prostitution.
(The commerce in Asiatic girls for prostitution prompted this poem.)
3Dec09
The black-hating Jackson bleached his black face white and
Redid his black broad nose to Caucasian narrow
The frequently plasticized cosmeticked show thing
Became a vivified multifaced manikin
A posturing performing weird peddler of pop.
Costumed in gold lamé with white gloves and white socks
Does windup toy herky-jerky dancing and then
Rehearsed Lippizaner stallion he prances and
Replicates the spasms and twitches of a robot,
Wearing a white jock strap over tight silk black tights
Handing and stroking his jocked pouched genitals the
Obscene gestures broadcast his nickname Jocko then
He performs routine of brazen pelvic pumping
Telesexing with his infatuated fans,
In castrato voice for endearing eunuch’s plea
Does out-of-breath gasping with falsetto voice and
Murmurs sotte voce countered by explosive
Musical outbursts and tics of Tourette's Syndrome,
He does moon walking, blows kisses to spectators
Who in throes of manic ecstasy faint, scream, weep
The multitudes of immature devotees now
Sublimate his exhibitory antics to
Adoration of the avatar Lord Jackson.
Rehearsing for a new concert the drugged star died
The blacks who demeaned him for bleaching his skin white
Now declare he’s black and was always one of them
The dead concert geek attended by sycophants
Publicity seekers and worldwide mourners
Play his video’s disks in memento mori
Forgiving his peccadilloes and trespasses
They eulogize with public obsequies Lord Jackson
After all who’s the perfect person without flaws?
(Michael Jackson’s career prompted this poem. He died age 50 on 25Jun09).
29Jun09
The poor are beggars who implore you for money
For sustenance they demand your resources while
Looting private, state, and national treasuries,
Because the poor don’t have money for diversion
They make babies who grow up to ape parents but
Compared to the desolate poverty worldwide
Poor Americans have food, clothing, housing and
Benefits of appliances TV, washers.
In America are sanctuary cities
Protecting poor illegal alien invaders
Taxing you to feed, clothe, shelter poor invaders
When sick they depend upon city Medicaid
But without benefit of healthcare insurance
Cities deny Medicaid to Americans
We don’t need any more invading poor people.
13Jun08
From silence to groans and grunts and twittering to
Melodious bird songs of the deep woodland thrush
Nature configured our vocal cords for singing.
Lungs pump inspired air up to the long trachea
Whose corrugated conduit leads to larynx
Where mucous covered vocal cords generate the
Vibrations that produce frequencies of singing
In refined voice box, glottis opens and closes
Controlling the air flow of variable pitch
Passed to interval between larynx and pharynx
There the resonator amplifies frequencies
The belle intoning of singer’s undulations
Now enter the cavernous oral hall of mouth
Whose trumpet open bell broadcasts the singing of
Amapola, Core ‘ngrato, and Granada
Singing exalts sounds of our evolved vocal cords.
Singing is not thrumming of mono pitch rappers
Whose inane singsongs glorify drugs and sex and
Subculture wants for welfare and reparations
To proclaim modern vocalists like Madonna
Are singers is to demerit the human voice box
To rudimentary raccoon grunts and dolphin squeals.
(The three Tenors concerts prompted this poem.)
24Oct08
God created first the man and then the woman
And then God created them both in one body.
The oldest genes have the greatest variety
Inserted in the chromosomal syndrome stream
Are the normal XY males and XX females
Also XXY males and YYX females
Such variety heteros are astounded
By those with amino acid zwittered ions
And those who transformed their physicals, the trannies
The XXY male with physicals of female
And YYX female with physicals of male.
Two trannies invite XY into their love nest
In scanties strut their newly transformed physicals
Darting titillating tongues of synaptic kiss
Probe the sentient outskirts of event horizons
They yield to internal densities of black holes
Enduring the torment of lonely observer
The trannies beckon XY for ménage à twat.
(The increase of sexual reassignment surgeries prompted this poem.)
9Dec08
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