#effect - Hello Poetry

"whose knowledge is derived from practice rather than theory," Experience in picking fruit and walking a daysman's mile, itinerant Old, old and weaker… thinker, manufacturing consent… ridding my present pond of windblown wrinkles across time, as we imagined it, not a vast sea, a sea within the temple, common center post holding stretching preparchment hides, from lambs without spot or blemish, get the picture, counting sheep to fall asleep… What benefit? What good fits where? What good can one be, waiting, fretting not, feeling linear… line upon line, minding my own response ability, making historical probability statistics, If, with these fingers and these letters letting one ignore calligraphic ostentation ambitious or pretentious, a stretch setting tenter hooks, a process mastered eons ago to perfect the tabernacle long lost, hold this thought… tie this time to me, idle words whiling smiling inside and out, secret pretentions, cardinal hinged portal passage way, in fact, indeed, in actuality, presupposed, anticipated, felt for… grasped at, and caught. Here, on Earth, in our magnetic shielded consciousness, whither all we need to develop envelops us as if we were never then we are now, exactly, we become more like ourselves, inner me, spirit, mind, mental manipulator of letting be, so Common Form, Kipling on my mind, If you were never told why soldiers fight and die, I shall tell you, as Kipling told me, we fight and die because our fathers lied about what they knew, and did not know, and could not have known, and now, the lies that made America great, face us, the practicing poets pretending magic- al realization unveiling rereward protection, "I gotcherback", memories are spirits, you know. old buddies of old men I knew, hard-headed honest, surviving Crusader types, too lame to march in memorializing ostentation too harshly tested to ever take off the helmet of salvation, tested proven, see, I survived, true. That's faith, a made up mind, what worth I am, is if truth saved me for such a time as this, today practically looked upon from space, vicariously. Feel the ly making like, as a vicar may testify, life on Earth, is delicate, confidence instilled, fit for solid ifery explorations into categorization, link think thunk, tied, fit to be labled beneficial, good to think, good to think about, around understanding once, as a seed, life was tested.

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6d ago

May 28, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Practical Testing

"whose knowledge is derived from practice rather than theory," Experience in picking fruit and walking a daysman's mile, itinerant Old, old and weaker… thinker, manufacturing consent… ridding my present pond of windblown wrinkles across time, as we imagined it, not a vast sea, a sea within the temple, common center post holding stretching preparchment hides, from lambs without spot or blemish, get the picture, counting sheep to fall asleep… What benefit? What good fits where? What good can one be, waiting, fretting not, feeling linear… line upon line, minding my own response ability, making historical probability statistics, If, with these fingers and these letters letting one ignore calligraphic ostentation ambitious or pretentious, a stretch setting tenter hooks, a process mastered eons ago to perfect the tabernacle long lost, hold this thought… tie this time to me, idle words whiling smiling inside and out, secret pretentions, cardinal hinged portal passage way, in fact, indeed, in actuality, presupposed, anticipated, felt for… grasped at, and caught. Here, on Earth, in our magnetic shielded consciousness, whither all we need to develop envelops us as if we were never then we are now, exactly, we become more like ourselves, inner me, spirit, mind, mental manipulator of letting be, so Common Form, Kipling on my mind, If you were never told why soldiers fight and die, I shall tell you, as Kipling told me, we fight and die because our fathers lied about what they knew, and did not know, and could not have known, and now, the lies that made America great, face us, the practicing poets pretending magic- al realization unveiling rereward protection, "I gotcherback", memories are spirits, you know. old buddies of old men I knew, hard-headed honest, surviving Crusader types, too lame to march in memorializing ostentation too harshly tested to ever take off the helmet of salvation, tested proven, see, I survived, true. That's faith, a made up mind, what worth I am, is if truth saved me for such a time as this, today practically looked upon from space, vicariously. Feel the ly making like, as a vicar may testify, life on Earth, is delicate, confidence instilled, fit for solid ifery explorations into categorization, link think thunk, tied, fit to be labled beneficial, good to think, good to think about, around understanding once, as a seed, life was tested.