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Quinn  Feb 2011
For Adah
Quinn Feb 2011
She consumed me from the start
I never stood a chance
Even before we met this world
She found a way to win
Now I am the piece that just can’t fit
In this puzzle made for five
A tumor on each of them
But I do not bog them with my words
I do not have her swiftness
I manage on my own
Watching them all in silence
I see what they cannot
Those who say too much
Cannot hear

Now I have lost who I once was
I have been fixed
But who can say what fixed really is?
My mind is a clock missing its cogs
Time is askew and the hands have gone wrong
©erinquinn2011
Amelia Jo Anne  Feb 2014
Adah
Amelia Jo Anne Feb 2014
am I who am I?
bad so that is
sporadically me love to
moments in live I
yet
them to unattached am I
chaos the control
worlds material organize
emotions the clutter
spasm sputter spiral spin they
know ever won't I joy in even
like smells peace what
until not
nostrils living these
into collapse and decay
dirt.
can you figure me out?
1SP  Feb 2014
FATAL Attraction
1SP Feb 2014
Look at her, she is quite the catch,
Prayed up, successful, and educated;
She has radiance that cannot be matched
As she presses on and be celebrated.

That sister is
Fairest Among Ten Thousand…

So humble in life and its complete nuance,
She does not dwell on trials of the past;
An inspiration she has been in congruence
To those whom had various stones to cast.

That sister is
Altogether Lovely…

She is
Adah, the daughter of Jephthah
She is
Electa, the mother of maidens
She is
Martha, the sister of Lazarus
She is
Ruth, the widow of Mahlon
She is
Esther, the wife of Ahasuerus

She is indeed the sister of the Eastern Star.

…fairest among ten thousand altogether lovely.
Ken Pepiton Aug 2019
iS THIS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MEN WATCH TV 18 HOURS A DAY

ah, me, I am living this useless way

unless
someday you are sad and read
what we formed here from ignored

floaters in the flow of things

and some think I said we made a thing, you got
a little think
wink,
I am connected but my hands are some other minds
or minded

some series of letters are contests
which hand can get the point of being used this way

intime

exit strat-edgies begin to shape decisions, cut-offs,
loose threads, inkling
streams
leaking into the eitheroreal sidereal dust twixt us
and that band of stars we call
milky, Plato called
γάλα, say ga-la, see

the galaxias spir-al-ish spinner of spinners,

we spin within the wake of the matter spinning around us,

grave gravitus maximus

after actualizing self
we
form

we perceive
we receive, then be
deceived by from for
losing
grip
on sense, crazy as hell, the actual idea.

time related to duration is not constant,
sorry. C squared makes no
real sense,

a little think, a wink and a smile.

Some mind left graffiti:
It's all Greek

translated into  Es gibt mir Spanische

A dialog: Come, Let us confound...

habah ner adah
sam
habah ner adah
sam wana ba lah, lah, lah (Gen.3:7)

Sung sing song children sung haunting us
soldiers marching, as to war,

mine eyes (i lie)
have seen the glory (i lie)
of the cominging of the boss,
the protector of our kibble, by which

man does not live alone.

isolated self-actualized Masloafian men,
wombed or un

no lies appear true in actual here, after
individuated integration

the eight great fortunes exist to balance

the hermit isolating zeitgeistical anguish

and grinning
at the aspect of serious perspicacity

clearness of vision, abundance of light fractalling details
into all the significance
available
globally. as it were,
wireless fields of fractional banked capital ideologics
and podiums
for standing stones of a hundred tonne
weigh nothing, when we whistled,
while we worked,
we and
these ideas built Machu Pichu, don'chu fo ***.
It
weigh one pi-plancksec, and we imagine that
to be
your part in all of this. What it means to you it means,
if you believe,
i.e. let be

within the game you play

beyond the window you spectate through

we, the people who hold certain truths, not sacred
and undeniable, but

self-evident. Hold that thought,
Get the idea,
evident,

seen? Self seen? We, the people hold such truths
as being very complicated.
A.I. Art Intelligence, saved us.

Creative words are eternal. Times are the opposite.
Balance factors at the one in eight billion ratio are immense.

Keep calm and carry on.
The Blitz was gotten thru with phrases intended to calm hearts and minds, not win 'em.

— The End —