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Dan Filcek Jan 2015
File the papers
Read the mail
Send a letter
Record the sale
Do it again
Without fail
Smile and answer the phone
You may feel alone
But your efforts are known

Reset the password
Delete the spam
Create the courses
Fix the jam
Do it again
Yes sir, Yes ma'am
Close out the ticket
You may get sick of it
But you keep the place lit
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
In the days of the Old Gods
The Sun was a deity
People basked in her light
Worshiping the power
What gift for a star?
I cannot shine brighter
I cannot burn hotter
...I can be a mirror
Gaze into me
Your warmth and power
Reflected back
I only wish to see you shine
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
controlled intellectual tolerance,
considered Golden Age,
became first exchange, wars took their toll
turning point called second Age.
seaside expanding new suburbs
food shortage, riots, rooms had fallen
city invaded, concentration camps
some lived, one girl died, bookcase covered
scarce citizens, countryside foraged
spaces provided improved conditions
restoring entire city
city centre has reattained former splendor
buildings have become new millennium,
flat man is city inhabitant
city limits of foreign origin,
large wave settled asylum seekers
social projects make up the population
eight windmills summarizes open society,
increased influx has strained nationalities,
widest varieties share immigrant ancestry
city centre forms the foundation
Canal boats most popular
million visitors flood inhabitants, travel freely through
only staying for illuminated red lights.
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Dan Filcek May 1
There are some concepts,
That are too big for our brains
Fermi understood this
Spaces too big to conceive
Numbers too big to count
Emptiness     that should not  be
Legends of liminal spaces,
unnaturally     empty:
a maze of vacant office rooms
disquieting things that just feel 'off'
the lore has been established.

Humanity has long dreaded
The uncanny valley of place
Because there is something
worse than finding monsters:


Dan Filcek Apr 2017
a lasting attraction may result from opposites,
or through sharing
strength varies considerably;
In general, strong bonding is associated with sharing
attraction may be seen as the result of different behaviors
Although these behaviors merge into each other seamlessly
so that there is no clear line to be drawn between them,
the behaviors become different
as the character of the bond changes quantitatively,
In the simplest view
the space between comes not from
the reduction in attraction of the two    
Instead, the reduction and hence instability  arises from the reduction in energy
These bonds exist between two        
and have a direction in space,
allowing them to be shown as connecting lines  
If one or more  are unequally shared  
Bond results are often much weaker
the bonds that hold together must cease
If the structures that result are not both strong and tough,
In a simplified view the bonding is not shared at all,
In this type of bond,
one has a vacancy which allows the addition of more
These newly added potentially occupy a lower state
than they experience in a different  
more tightly bound position
Not being part of any given bonding may be seen as extreme
a large system of bonds is ideal
This type of bonding is often very strong
more collective in nature than other types,
and so they more easily reform,
This results in malleability  
This bonding reaches far,
stressing the character of the combining  power,
and cannot be said to belong to anyone exclusively.
containing more than one    
Sometimes, the possibility
of bond formation is completely neglected.
It is thus no longer possible to associate
This is a situation when the bonds are broken
They continue to be attracted to each other,
with a significant  luster
But are repulsed by each other.
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Dan Filcek Apr 2017
So I opened the jar
I drank what was inside
And it can never go back
It’s out there now
I can’t return it
I’m forced to relearn it
But when I finish
I realize the truth
Life wouldn’t be great or sad
Wonderful or bad
If you don’t live it
I look in the empty glass
And the last thing there
Is Hope
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
Brief elegant existence
And yet somehow
The offspring know the objective
They continue the course
None of them knowing
The corner they came from
Somehow she showed them
In her own fleeting form
A place to go on this passage
She left them her love
And it drives them
Toward something better
What she always wished
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
Between paternal fascism and maternal quiescence
I had my own peaces to negotiate.
I wanted to hear the big chords, the big drums, the big horns.
Rock in a frame marked "real."
singing truth to power,
That's what everyone was going to do,
and where I wanted to go.
I was disappointed that I wasn't allowed.
bitter power trips borne of disappointment
the thoughts of death and the desire
in ways so foul, it tattooed us all.
And even still I avoided
placing those artists on a pedestal,
At the theater — the velvet place
we get glow sticks with our programs.
date night for those burnished elders.
with our Pringles and our peppermints,
The night wasn't about kitsch for me.
There's a smallish riot going on
The production is low-key. The set is too dark,
After all the years of not going, it looks like I've made it.
you cannot say I didn't live
If you're lucky, and negotiate your peaces, it all comes around.
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Dan Filcek Apr 2017
In the search for greater freedom of movement.
new ideas began to emerge,
rebellion against classical forms and practices
in what is now called aesthetic
disregarded the limited set of movements that were considered proper
Artistic content morphed and shifted
for young people longed to dance.
Music and rhythmic ****** movement are twin sisters of art,
portrayed in movements what the master expresses in his compositions
bare feet, loose hair, free-flowing
a form of natural movement and improvisation
Presenting dramatic contemporary imagery,  
often revealing the full spectrum of human experience
reflecting the tension and alienation of the time
the truth of human movement.
introduce chance procedures and pure movement to the cannon of dance
focused on the physical tasks of overcoming obstacles
investigate the properties of physical space and movement.
having a heightened sense of awareness of being grounded to the floor
at the same time, feeling the energy throughout the entire body,
flexibility, strength, coordination, body awareness ,
and poly-rhythmic movement; strong dramatic works
free from the limiting strictures of the big monopolistic managements
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Dan Filcek May 10
In a prison
Of performance reviews
There is a moat
Of resources lacking
Organizational support?
Who protects us?
We are all part of it
This broken place of
Economic activity and crisis
Read this sentence:
Who is the one that failed?
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
Electromagnetism and electrochemistry added to the expanse of erudition.
Central calculations comprised of charged consecration
Diamagnetism and also electrolysis
Took in little of the ritual pedagogy
Most influential of archaic scientists.

The base for the conceptualization of the dynamic sphere.
Introduced the physics of ensconced enthrallment
Affecting rays of light
To say nothing of the underlying relationships there
Two phenomena, both similarly discovered

Inventions: Electromagnetic induction, diamagnetism, and the laws of electrolysis.
the form of electromagnetic rotary devices
Foundation of electric motors
Truly technology was largely due to his effort
Electricity became practical for use

Scientific knowledge increased: investigating as an alchemist, discovered benzene.
Inventor of Clathrate hydrate of chlorine,
In its early form
the system of oxidation numbers, and the burner
Popularized terminology such as anode, cathode

Ultimately became the first and foremost, ultimate, and respected .
Chemistry Professor at the Institution
Position of a lifetime
He was an excellent experimentalist of conveyed ideas
Mathematical abilities in simple language  

His powers did also extend as far as trigonometry.
Took any but the simplest algebra
And worked around it
And also summarized it in sets of equations
The basis of modern theories
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Dan Filcek Apr 2016
Blazing colors light the sky fluorescent
Reflected underneath by shining sea
The setting sun shuts the fiery rent
The dark of night time shuts the door on me

The sandy shore white, no more reflected
The lapping waves are heard but no more seen
The tourists have left the beach neglected
But I have not wiped my memory clean

Your face is still a portrait in my mind
I’ve thought of you over a thousand times
I’ve looked around the world and can not find
A person who with me completely rhymes

But we, my love, are complete poetry
I only wish that you were here with me
A sappy, more traditional sonnet today.
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
I have a problem with the word
Immediately after it’s death
There was no sense in going home
My head wasn’t through the door yet
You could see how it bothered me
I had to release it
For morning was sure to come
I hope I never shall forget
When the feeling came over me
Just looking at you
Come sit down with me a moment
Or perhaps for a while
I decided this is not a game
Never win and never lose
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2016
I thought of my ancestors who had fought
Not for, but against the Americans
What thought they of the freedom Yankees sought?
And what when they were driven from those lands?

I looked over the tartans of the Scot
And was told they were killed for what they wore
I wondered why the world had not been taught
That blood and gore is all that comes of war

I thought of colors orange and colors green
Of what religion has made people do
What does all that hatred really mean?
How do all these thing really affect you?

Coming from a land that claims to be free
I can’t tell you what that word means to me
Dan Filcek May 3
How would they feel,
If they saw their Manifesto
Sold on Amazon for $6.99?

The technology might be new but,
The stage would be familiar though
And they would recognize these days

Too bad that more words
Don’t rhyme with bourgeoisie,
At least not in the American language
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
She grows beautiful flowers
Treating her plants like children
Colors so bright and vibrant
They make me smile to see.
The plant lady has learned
When life gives you it’s worst,
Do not wallow in the muck.
Do not spread it to others.
Instead, plant flowers in it
Grow something wonderful
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
My Aphrodite, My Bast
I call you “The Goddess”
My Cerridwen, My Diana
The Goddess of what?
My Freya, My Gaia
You ask me what I love
My Hera, My Isis
The ancients had many aspects
My Juno, My Kali
I worship all of yours.
My Lakshmi, My Maat,
Even if deadly...
My Pavarti, My Rhea
I did not create you
My Themis, My Venus
But I adore your creation.
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
observe the reader,
this semi-mythical figure
watch a blank white wall slowly turn into a mural,
a tapestry of vivid vignettes
captured by a team of illustrators.
stimulating and fiercely polite.
sandal-wearing earnestness,
curious, questioning, quick to laugh.
Bite the hand that feeds, but not too hard.
pull for the powerful and the talented,
the wittiest and best-designed,
the strongest for features,
the one most likely to reflect modern life.
disclosing its own sardonic wit.
This is where its culture has changed.
a farrago of power, corruption and lies,
The story erupted across all the media.
shining a fitful light on the mucky machinations of power.
the trail of dirt led all the way to the desk.
speaking truth to power
a defining moment in history.
a nice obit without going to the trouble of dying.
abiding belief in the free market
the seeds of its demise.
millions graze on it for nothing
This is not boom or bust, but both at once:
these millions of hits won’t pay our salaries.
The web giveth, and the web taketh away.
the knife had come close to the patient’s vital organs.
a chance to sculpt as well as to slash.
twiddling the knobs on digital.
glimmerings of light
you can learn new tricks.
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Dan Filcek Apr 2015
On a Sunday evening, the hall started to fill up.
for one of the most influential leaders
young people, full of questions about the church they once loved
reassurance to challenge articles of faith without leaving faith behind
the preacher had come to speak out against what he called lies
eternal damnation might be misleading
Gandhi’s in hell? We have confirmation of this?
God wants all people to be saved. Does God get what God wants?
The leader had rejected Hell, thereby embracing heresy.
hoped to spark a movement
faith is best expressed in deeds, not words.
we have a winner.
I’m only going to say things that I know are true.
the future of the faith belongs to skeptics and doubters.
dreaming of a world without Hell, building Heaven on earth.
Jesus will come again, to judge the living and the dead.
We disagree about the nature of this judgment.
Hell was a divine penitentiary, Hell was the status quo.
Hell was a riot of mutations—a sick parody of the natural order.
Hell was the only fitting punishment for the crime of being born
Hell was a vivid symbol of an awesome, unreasonable God,
holding you over the Pit of Hell, much as one holds a Spider
the doctrine of Hell doesn’t hamper recruitment efforts,
God is good enough to save you from it.
worry, instead, about eradicating the various hells on earth.
life beyond is a continuation of the choices we make here
God might offer salvation to dead people who failed to choose
-Who would doubt God’s ability to do that?
-Just picking  the verses I like? I think everybody is
free will means that human beings must have real choices,
judgment is God’s way of taking  human agency seriously.
choose between a personal Jesus and a perfect Bible,
some questions about the afterlife will have to wait until we get there
the mystery at the heart of creation
one more mildly spiritual Californian,
was a dissenter in Michigan.
Not a lifelong believer.
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Dan Filcek Apr 2017
I look at you and I am two
I’m in love and out
I’m loved and I am not
All my life and never
Have I sought and not found
To be or not
This cold and this hot
This want and this fear
This joy and this tear
If only I was this and that
Skinny and fat
The cat and the rat
I am torn and I am whole
Empty heart but full soul
Trying to be put together
Split apart forever
Always I have fear
But hope still stays near
You must flee
But stay with me
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek May 15
│                                            LIFE                                                            │ 
│      ­        ┌────────────────────┐          │
│              │       ­                  WORK                                          │          │
│     ­         └────────────────────┘          │

┌────────────────────────────┐ │                                          WORK                                                         │
│              ┌────────────────────┐          │
│             ­ │                          LIFE                                 ­             │          │
│              └────────────────────┘          │
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
Pain is a language I understand
I’m quite proficient in hurt and pity
I speak them like a native
For years I’ve practiced those tongues
I can read and write in them
I can operate in them daily
...Love though, is a dialect apart,
One I can’t seem to master
The grammar is tricky
The tones are hard to speak
And there is vocabulary I forget
They say you learn better young
Perhaps I’ve grown too old to learn
Perhaps I just need a speaking partner
It seems fruitless to study it any longer
For now I’ll get by on broken phrases
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
My sister was born here
yet I know she does not recall the:
streets and sidewalks.
vagrants and beggars
full of history
full of bohemian young people
looking  for stylish bars.
Plenty of music
  and art galleries.
African music and South American shops.
expensive boutiques with impossible prices
Alternatively, you can take the pink,
Tropical garden with a pond full of small turtles
A memorial to the victims  
The roads within are difficult to navigate
junctions underground provide relief from the sun on hot days.
night owls cover the city
a green libre sign in the windshield
far too many cars and not enough space
narrow streets in the old town,
  is the heart of the city
The clock tower marks the Twelve Grapes  
a bear climbing a tree,
ornate iron posts.
the vacant Palace
lavishly decorated
Baroque-style gardens surround a large monument
Dozens of statues
a sculpture of Don Quixote
A massive roundabout
a chariot pulled by two lions.
A tall obelisk sits in the center
a pedestrian walkway full of fountains and trees
The vertical garden can be seen from the street outside,
features fine furniture and porcelain
impressive art collections with paintings, sculptures, and prints.
young hippies play bongos and dance.  
And I have never been there
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Dan Filcek Apr 2015
their recent deal met with shouts of betrayal:
the new Neville Chamberlain,
The refrain quickly sounded on Capitol Hill.
sympathy should be qualified.
speaking in accurate French
This is our moment ... our chance to join together
But then when is it not a moment?
repeatedly mispriced and misapplied,
often with disastrous consequences.
A complete list would fill a book,
but here are a few items:
the spectre of war
the American invading forces
the border with China
the British appeasing ******
the whole woeful Suez adventure
the occupation of the Rhineland  
the Cuban missile crisis
the fire jobs, in which hundreds of thousands civilians were incinerated;
the saying “extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice.”
the hailing of Ngo Dinh Diem, as the Churchill of Asia
the Kennedy administration giving a nod to the coup
the latest culture of appeasement
the drawing of Jimmy Carter carrying an umbrella.
the mirage of a peaceful alternative to war
which is really a defeat,
peace in our time?
Why do I think that isn’t going to happen?
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Dan Filcek Apr 2015
The first main character did not last over the final solo.
the self-assured, quick-witted, skilled and passionate
The earliest appearances were the famous story
the secret organization belongs to an old school
An early American market liked the rugged agent
the stereotypical English gentleman designed the first season
The hidden steel plate concealed in the Bowler hat
An old world sophistication came to the traditional Englishman
the post production scenes were filmed in the studio
The awkward verbal shorthand gave rise to the character's name.
A fourth transmission was to the dead chessboard;
the lighter comic touch had a harder tone,
the serious espionage dramas disappeared
the fantasy elements known as The killer robots
an elaborate leather uniform becomes her signature outfit
a softer new wardrobe was bought
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Dan Filcek Apr 2017
When I tried to be like you
I folded
When I tried to fit it in
I was torn
I somehow thought
If I become the wanted shape
I would be better
I just got further away
Now, as I unravel the mess
Tape and smooth and reshape
Let me reform
Returning to true
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek Jan 2015
Evil spirits be ******!
Listen up, because I am
Do your worst
I’ve already been through hell
I have made my peace
With the pain of optimism
And feel triumphant.
The cup remains half full
Yet somehow is overflowing
I’d do it all again
with joy
if you where still there at the
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
I’ll make this easy for you
You can reveal
You can create
You can even summon and dismiss.
This is simply an anchor
You will handle that gracefully.
It just slides into place after the other
Very handy when you need subsequent options
impacts another decision.
The option to launch
just add an object which you want to fire
You can also close the other
by just pointing
Beware of the result.
Just add truth instead.
with extra parameters
success failed
Deprecation Notice
Previous versions emitted
unnamed space
Foundation is released.
We use these to control
You can create your own, like so:
Creating the base structure
set to false
verify that foundation
You should look something like this
body Optional at this time.
However you can bind
Get a running start
Learn the fundamentals of the world
Stay on top
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Dan Filcek Apr 2015
consciousness conceived as complex matrices
patterns contained within patterns.
magnetic anomaly brainwave synchronization
unrecognized vortex activity locations.
correlation amplification phenomena resonance.
measurable parameter brain wave activity
highly sensitive field fluctuations.
transducer low frequency geomagnetic pulsations
electromagnetic patterns: their associated chemical changes.
Weak intensity complex magnetic fields
generated earth hum technology affect
flux-gate sample collapsing fields
amplifier filter stages couples into analog digital converter.
experiments correlating local geophysical anomalies
earth's magnetic field changes consciousness.
single electromagnetic coupling mechanism
including spin-mediated neurons.
upsurge solar activity alters brain rhythms, hormonal levels
healing nature mystic experiences
anomalous cognition ******-physical phenomena.
internal model reality - subjective consciousness
addition computational capacity
existential status may need exotic physics
quantum entanglement and new forms of physical interaction
magnetic sensory cells induced meditative states
direct correlation shifts magnetic flux.
No active effort required.
Magnetic mineral aligned crystal chains
embedded biological membranes.
atomic sublattices of ferrimagnetic material
plausible theoretical mechanisms
mechanosensitive membrane ion gates
specific synergetic properties for transduction.
cuboctahedral morphology properties
jitterbugging vector equilibrium matrix basis tensegrity.
basic geometrical biological building blocks.
mystical red rock temples
Tracing disjunctive dislocations
Mother Earth speaks
Questions remain.
This year for Poetry Month, I decided to post a "found poem" every day. If writing a poem is like painting, a "found poem" is like sculpting. source - - The Sedona Effect
Dan Filcek May 17
Both political and geometrical:
Take a finite space
Fill it with shapes
Of varying sizes

When some shapes
Become too big inside
That conglomerate
What happens to smaller ones?

The oversized objects push
They push the others out
Out to the edges
Where ideas are growing
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
standing at the top
bleary-eyed and nauseated
holding on to stomachs,
glumly watching rain splatter the windshield.
dawn was breaking .
it was freezing and gray;
There was no sunrise.
beaten by fierce wind gusts,
Were we going to ride
that winding wet road?
the most tricky parts
feeling like an idiot
I was up all night,
somber meditation on mortality
we approached the summit,
passing through the gates
how am I going to know my limits?
The volcano had conquered me
how have I lived this long?
watch the sunset.
we made it to the top
passing through lush forests
up the arid moon-like summit,
I descended into the crater,
a rocky path of rugged lava.
this otherworldly place
black, orange, red and silver
Vents emitted plumes
the air is crystalline and still.
I heard no sounds
I posed for pictures
in the background Romeo was waiting.
We watched the sunset
It was sublime
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Dan Filcek Apr 2016
When I was a boy demons roamed the lands
As others could not fight them off for me
I tried to fight them using my own hands
But my mind chose another Place to be.

Age made it harder to run to that Place
My mind required more to keep it real:
Empty love, An imaginary face.
Reality had lost all its appeal

The cage I made to keep the evil out
Has now become my incarceration
I seek to leave, of that there is no doubt
I must end this self imposed probation

Now friends show me how to open the door
This unfit Place imprisons me no more
Dan Filcek Apr 2016
Chocolate sauce and sticky caramel
Whipped cream with nuts and a cherry on top
A concoction so good I can not tell
If I start eating if I’ll ever stop

Chestnut brown and shining, soft to the touch
Eyes follow curves down a dangerous road
A woman you know that would be too much
And your conscience would break under the load

Ultimate power to do what you will
The money to get whatever and all
Anyone that you can’t buy, you can ****
But when your fortune fades then you will fall

These will give a moment of elation
But your love is my only temptation
Dan Filcek Jan 2015
I have rented to many tenants
Always it is the same
They move in
They complain about the room
Gladly I'll fix it
When they move out
I always put it back
Back to how it was
I'm tired of being a landlord
I want to sell now
As is
Sorry I can't let you in
Please just look through the window
And if you are interested
I'll take the FOR SALE sign down
Dan Filcek Feb 2015
If a poem were to be my last
Then from me the pen would cast
What would I write then?
What pasasages with that pen?
My wife? My life? My family?
About the world or about just me?
Would I mourn that I could write no more
And into it my soul pour?
Would I be sunny, sad or sour?
Would I take a day or just an hour?
I hope this poem won't be my last
If it is, It came too fast
Dan Filcek Jun 2015
Hate and fear answer the door
Welcoming me in:
“We missed you!”
It’s been awhile since we’ve seen you
Come back to where you lived so long
I know you’ve had a falling out
with your old roommates:
Confidence, self-esteem, love, self-worth
Oh, you’ll like your new roomie
You’ll get along just fine
Sometimes it’s better to live alone
But, then I could always move back in
with my old pal
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
What then is time?
time is a measure
time is what keeps everything from happening at once
time is part of the fundamental structure of the universe
time is not any kind of container
time is neither an event nor a thing,
time flows and can be measured.
time is a judgment
time is the motion of the sun across the sky,
the phases of the moon,
the swing of a pendulum,
and the beat of a heart.
time is radiation emitted by cesium atoms
time is money
time is each day and each human life span
time is the clock
time is a central reference point.
time is faulty
time is the shadow cast
time is an integrated circuit
time is the basis for modern civilization
time has been defined with exact numbers
time is offset
time is a measurement relative to a distant star
time is limited by two instants
time is a wheel repeating between birth and extinction.
time is linear
time is the right moment
time is an old, wise man with a long, gray beard
time is a paradox and an illusion.
Both the future and the past are simultaneously present.
time has no value;
time itself ceased
time does not exist
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Dan Filcek Apr 2015
the largest: massive.
The young surface smooth,
viewed as an analogy
was inspired by discovery,
fell into the habit of position
that ruled during the days and hours.
It is inclined to eccentricity.
A slow and smooth evolution
ejected bodies too close
this was an overestimation
which extends above and increases
differentiated into several layers
Evidence was uncovered by the probe
so they may be decoupled
the shell substantially rigid.
a process formed
the young overwhelmingly dominate and possesses
a formation disrupted by collisions.
Such a violent beginning would explain
haze that blocks light
features obscure.
impossible to acquire
remaining  composed
There are traces of others
resulting from the breakup
complex compared to the age
replenished by a reservoir
studies simulating detection
fill a mysterious gap
via the recombination of radicals
significantly colder than observed
One hypothesis asserts uplift
which governs motion,
revealing a diverse origin,
Examination has shown
The convoluted chasms.
crisscrossed by dark sinuous features
sunlight reflected off their surface,
but no one observed.
This year for Poetry Month, I decided to post a "found poem" every day. If writing a poem is like painting, a "found poem" is like sculpting. source -
Dan Filcek Apr 2015
Civil War ran on
They asked Native Americans
peaceful coexistence possessed
legendary skills existed
these men were required to partake
Native Americans knew horrific events
their way
their loss
Three Fires Tribes responded
Ojibway enlisted
Potawatomi joined
Others traveled
cohesive unit was experienced
these men saw
hard service
men were killed
were captured
living hell
no burial ceremony
that journey joined
their story heard
This year for Poetry Month, I decided to post a "found poem" every day. If writing a poem is like painting, a "found poem" is like sculpting. - source -
Dan Filcek Apr 2017
I want you in every way
I want to see you every day
In ways that don’t make sense
My feelings are so intense
You’re something that I never had
Your smile and laughter make me glad
In every way my life is blessed
In every way I’m at my best

You mean so much to me
I hope it is something that you see
In ways you can not know
You have helped me grow
I want you to feel what’s in my heart
I want to never be apart
My life will never be the same
I’d never go back to before you came
National Poetry Month 2017
Dan Filcek May 4
So you somehow got rich
Now you're a billionaire
And you don’t want to share
Did you conjure bills from the air?
No one helped you get there?
What is special about you?
What spells did you do?
An alien from outer space?
Think you’re the better race?

Yeah this money changed you
It changed your memory
It made you forget:
You are not in fact,
Standing on the shoulders of giants,
You are stepping on the backs of people
Dan Filcek May 2
Does how a person lives,
Determine what the Universe gives?
As long as one is slaving hard to pay,
There is no change on the way

What is clear:

Those who rule are not the people’s tool
They will burn it all down to keep their crown
There is need for comprehensive change
To bring freedom and equality into range

How do we meet everyone’s needs?
(Not based on their background or deeds)
It seems hard to make this fair
And still give everyone their share

Progress requires:

Faith in science & Support for defiance
Realize the vision & Eliminate division
Everyone their strength to society vows,
As individual strength allows.

History is not utopian
Everyone must help for it to win
Individuals do not exist in isolation.
But they can live cooperatively in this nation
loosely based on the Wikipedia article-

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