#babel - Hello Poetry

''*How wondrous it is to be read by someone who appreciates this gift given, A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion. A friend made, words displayed, a song, a poem, hello, goodbye, or maybe Shalom*" patty m <> look, it's not like I lack for inspiration. 138 butterscotch chips already exist, full poems, titles, couplets, bare naked (ladies) notions, (men, women, children, asordid genders ageless-survivors) all demanding rescue, their cry of SOS, undeniable, but their lamentations defied, asided, when miz patty m writes, and oblivious to all else, attention must be paid! even when it is 2:55am even on a Tuesday! (1) <.> to the meet, to the mess, to the beating heart that refuses to keep, a doctor's orders of de minimus seven hours sleep, when commissioned, when ordered without permission, you drift into the sunroom, where the night outside is holy dark, the silence raucous and overwhelming, and utter inaudibly in his mind, and piety and poet repeats: "Yes Ma'am, Yes Ma'am, sir! <.> *we write for no one in particular for there is no one who is not particular, all! special, sharp edged, distinctive,* and there is no limit, yet, to how many poems can be created in a day, except for the foolish delimiting, irritating science of 24/7/365+1; but mercy and insight is demanded, when miz patty m does not insist, but commands it <.> ''A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion..." ***indeed, in deed, in deep, these the elementals of the one true religion, perhaps the shortest excerpt that ever summarized the humanist's faith and the One Commandment, that summons us & Grace to the table where we compose and create, not by fate tempted, but by a fate commanded, by a faith so grounded & profound, that every human regardless of identity or language each has in their possession, a heaven sent something important to say, which is why,*** ''A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion..." ***is the largest tent ever constructed after the Tower of Babel where languages were created*** (4) a half hour has passed, a period of absolute measured time, that cannot be recreated, recsptured, but like energy, nor can it be destroyed, for this poem, this kiss, this tear, marks the moment, the neuronic iconic synapse (2) of our interactive minds believing and breathing as one, and even the atheist among us must to no one in particular (well, maybe to the Angel Leonard) must whisper most utterly, hallelujah ''''''''''''' poem dispatched at 3:44 am EST, from the current latitude and longitude for where natty is, approximately 41.05° North latitude and -72.33° West longitude.

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Aug 5, 2025

Aug 5, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

''A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion..."

''*How wondrous it is to be read by someone who appreciates this gift given, A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion. A friend made, words displayed, a song, a poem, hello, goodbye, or maybe Shalom*" patty m <> look, it's not like I lack for inspiration. 138 butterscotch chips already exist, full poems, titles, couplets, bare naked (ladies) notions, (men, women, children, asordid genders ageless-survivors) all demanding rescue, their cry of SOS, undeniable, but their lamentations defied, asided, when miz patty m writes, and oblivious to all else, attention must be paid! even when it is 2:55am even on a Tuesday! (1) <.> to the meet, to the mess, to the beating heart that refuses to keep, a doctor's orders of de minimus seven hours sleep, when commissioned, when ordered without permission, you drift into the sunroom, where the night outside is holy dark, the silence raucous and overwhelming, and utter inaudibly in his mind, and piety and poet repeats: "Yes Ma'am, Yes Ma'am, sir! <.> *we write for no one in particular for there is no one who is not particular, all! special, sharp edged, distinctive,* and there is no limit, yet, to how many poems can be created in a day, except for the foolish delimiting, irritating science of 24/7/365+1; but mercy and insight is demanded, when miz patty m does not insist, but commands it <.> ''A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion..." ***indeed, in deed, in deep, these the elementals of the one true religion, perhaps the shortest excerpt that ever summarized the humanist's faith and the One Commandment, that summons us & Grace to the table where we compose and create, not by fate tempted, but by a fate commanded, by a faith so grounded & profound, that every human regardless of identity or language each has in their possession, a heaven sent something important to say, which is why,*** ''A kiss, a tear, a poet's religion..." ***is the largest tent ever constructed after the Tower of Babel where languages were created*** (4) a half hour has passed, a period of absolute measured time, that cannot be recreated, recsptured, but like energy, nor can it be destroyed, for this poem, this kiss, this tear, marks the moment, the neuronic iconic synapse (2) of our interactive minds believing and breathing as one, and even the atheist among us must to no one in particular (well, maybe to the Angel Leonard) must whisper most utterly, hallelujah ''''''''''''' poem dispatched at 3:44 am EST, from the current latitude and longitude for where natty is, approximately 41.05° North latitude and -72.33° West longitude.