"outgrowth" poems
The Israelites (/ˈɪzriəlaɪts/; Hebrew: בני ישראל Bnei Yisra'el)
were a confederation of Iron Age
Semitic-speaking tribes of the ancient Near East
inhabiting parts of Canaan during the tribal & monarchic periods;
Modern archaeology has largely discarded
the historicity of the Jewish religious narrative;
re-framing it as constituting an inspired national myth:
The Israelites & their culture according to modern
archaeological accounts,
did not overtake the region by force,
instead branching out from the indigenous [Canaanite peoples
long inhabiting the Southern Levant, Syria,
ancient Israel, and the Trans-Jordan region]
through the development of a distinct _monolatristic_—
[_Monolatry_ (Greek: μόνος (monos) = single,
and λατρεία (latreia) = worship) is the belief
in the existence of many gods but with the
consistent worship of the one deity; the term
"monolatry" was perhaps first used
by Julius Wellhausen;
Modern scholars of Israel's religion have
become much more circumspect in how
they use the Old Testament; not least
because many have concluded the Bible
is not a reliable witness to the true religion
of ancient Israel and Judah; representing
the beliefs of only a small segment of the
ancient community _centered in Jerusalem_
& devoted to the exclusive worship
of the god "Yahweh": Monolatry is
distinct from monotheism,
which asserts the existence of only one god;
and henotheism, a religious system in which
the believer worships one god w/out denying
that others may worship different gods with
equal validity]; later cementing as a monotheistic religion
centered on Yahweh, one of the Ancient Canaanite deities;
the outgrowth of Yahweh-centric beliefs
along with a number of cult practices
gradually gave rise to a distinct Israelite
ethnic group setting them apart
from the other Canaanites
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
TEXT MESSAGE‼️
You get me tight when I know I can’t have you. No I’m not talking about ****** healing, but the intimate things like hold you on a daily, kiss you like it’s my last, caress and soothe ya mind while watching a movie, laugh at stupid jokes and clown on each other for being goofy. You mean so much to me and I’m not ashamed to express it. Whether it’s in the public eye or in our private time, just the thought of your face puts a smile upon mine. Just to know that you are happy brings joy to my heart. If love conquers all then pain should be of the past and ultimately mend the broken from the start. Days past and nights slowly drift away but one thing is that I’m forever appreciative of that day when we first intervened in each other’s space. You’re like the missing piece to my puzzle that I’ve been waiting to find. A tender heart, a sweet soul and a gentle mind. The love I possess is real, authenticity at its best I just want you to feel. Feel the way my heart beats to the soothing rhythm of life, not the wounds of the forbidden knife. Day by day your love captures me more and more, for Gods mercy we can and shall endure. Endure the hurt, endure the pain, endure the lonely nights crying of each other’s name. For the pressure to love will never be too hard because through Gods grace, we can now lay off the guard. The guard that wants to hold us back and hinder our growth, never to reveal the season of our outgrowth. So point in fact is that I cherish you and I promise to love. Love with not a broken heart but a mended mind because if love conquers all then I’ve been loving you from the very start.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
just moments ago, i went online and tapped Google
if some miraculous spell
could be drawn out of thin air
cause (this house husband
feels a bit embarrassed to divulge),
but at present,
the will to live aye cannot bear
cuz after an ample lather of soap and shampoo,
ah pronounced heady effect became immediately clear
where times gone by
(even as late as early January
tooth how sand and eighteen),
the strands clumped, glommed, and matted together
as sieve ma noggin got sat upon by a deer
no matter after shaking head banging fashion
(imagine rock stars of yore
whipping their wild locks) from ear to e'er
butta noah such dizzy inducing antics
resulted in absolutely no fluffiness,
hence my worse fear
(irrational?) yes, an obsession i.e.
thy hirsute outgrowth fixation dated back
tummy boyhood when cranky gear
and defective cogs somehow impacted
preoccupation concerning
every singular follicle fostering hair
strand, but during prepubescence,
this now grown man took a fancy
to this, that, or the other lad,
who sported a style envied yours truly,
hie wished said thatch tubby upon mine
ma lil oblate spheroid,
and pleaded (weathered and in vane)
with fate to make magically ap pear
this, tis minuscule wiggle room
to muster support from rear
guard, hook offer me wiggle room
asthma body electric goes on a manic tear
precious seconds ticking closer
to the final count down where
this mwm might remain bed ridden
for an entire year.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
"We are creatures of constant awe, curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom, at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow," U.S. poet laureate Ada Limón writes in her new poem that will fly to Jupiter's moon Europa aboard NASA's Europa Clipper mission.
"And it is not darkness that unites us, not the cold distance of space, but the offering of water, each drop of rain."
The poem, unveiled at an event tonight at the Library of Congress, is going to be engraved in Limón's handwriting and affixed to the spacecraft, expected to launch in October 2024, Miriam writes.
The big picture: The Europa Clipper mission follows in the tradition of others — like NASA's Voyagers — that have sent pieces of art representing humanity into the cosmos.
The poem uses water as a thread that binds Earth — and all of its humans — to Europa, a moon with an ocean beneath its icy shell.
For Limón, writing this poem was a very human endeavor.
"The thing I think that makes me the most beautifully overwhelmed is the idea of all the humans that are going to read it," she tells Axios.
The poem, called "In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa," is featured on a NASA webpage where people can sign up to send their names to Europa with the spacecraft.
"I think to have it feel collective is really, really extraordinary to me, because it does feel like it's not my poem," Limón says. "It does feel like a collective poem. And as soon as I wrote it, it felt like oh, this belongs to Earth. This is our poem for Earth."
Between the lines: Sending this poem to Europa is an "evolution" of NASA's Golden Record, which is flying through space aboard the Voyager spacecraft, Robert Pappalardo, Europa Clipper project scientist, tells Axios.
Those records contain sounds from Earth — including music, laughter and animal noises — as well as a map of where we are in the galaxy. They are now billions of miles away, flying through interstellar space.
"This is an outgrowth in that we're not going to the stars," Pappalardo says. "There's no message to aliens here. This is purely a message to ourselves and a symbolic message to Europa."
Sep 16, 2023
Sep 16, 2023 at 2:47 PM UTC
ITS EITHER :
i am a self centered *****
or they are too good at pitch
i am going crazy in this sinking ship
or they are seemingly decent lunatics
i am unable to convey whatever i say
or they lack comprehension , message delay.
ITS EITHER SOLO TIPTOE OR PUBLIC TALK SHOW
CAN'T BE BOTH, IS IT THOUGH?
PERHAPS,
IT COULD BE EITHER OR BOTH
PREVIOUS IS SOMETHING I LOATHE
BUT LATTER NEGATE POSSIBLE OUTGROWTH.
so i glued myself dreading the worst
with unwilling nerve to scratch the crust
this mystery could be blessing or curse.
this constant feeling of inevitable doom
consumes me but they know, i assume.
so here i am
In this pickled fiasco staying afloat.
with toneless stern face they gloat.
they talk tall and taller
i feel small and smaller.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
Writing was an old passion,
replaced by 21st century's new fashion.
A broken poetry that contains a dead word,
written by a doltish poet— an absurd.
An abysmal masterpiece,
created by a splendid artist.
tear those works apart,
like tearing a broken poets' heart.
; An outgrowth,
of a blackjacked soul.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
From smoke of random thoughts,
The world as it should be
Burning, a fire of invention
The pen wets the paper,
Smudges of a dark ink,
The calligraphic mastery of art
Following strokes of fine brushes,
On stretched surfaces of white canvas
The coloured sunsets of oil pastels
This, the epitome of a dreamer
The long bars holding,
And glass walls reflecting the mountains a far
Searching within particles of ether
The knowledge of outgrowth
Sieved through the many minds over time
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
look what we have become today
the past that intrudes
and the possible menace
of the future
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
Who knows? Love leads. Hot, but only in Bali's
metal ****** metal salts and Pepa; The butterfly's
Butterfly - Suddenly a foreign surface ... black.
Black, black black black, toothpaste Large
If the power to clean your eyes black for
Apple to fail, BJD Batman and Batman:
Our genetic class Societies, rose and rose;
Two white people ውህተ fight jackal and black
መንዘል; created by men, the Sorcerers &
Huttonites, including It is good to enjoy the
Chess Chess black Hawkwear at two feet.
Brush brushing with a black chest White
Black black black black black black blood
black black black black black women will
Women receive information called outgrowth
becoming different. They are accessories from
China. Large black control protocol. Dangerous
mouth instruments; many diseases and its light
Weight in the throat, the image of a black ****
tribe is available on BBC; The person is black.
So change; to the point of death. the carcass
thereof, shall wash his clothes for that she and
Other Sea; And the sea-shore. the power of the
air. it is compatible; to give shall be delivered
be saved and brought him to the relationship
of Christians with the KPKK should secure all
the rain. This often cut into the South's filthy
Pacific games that you may be learning at the
feet of men, but not from the heart; it is not
human. For instance, the scientific system for
check. Fire flowerbeds. You are the work of the
heart for your letter. Who is a ****** Most people
inmost of the images on Istanbul's Chinese platforms;
wooden, California, CA. only. The woman in the rain.
For what glory is it and, having not my Lord had said.
Thus the fortunes of the guard. To Cicero nothing
is black. We, the world are in the group of prophets
worldwide. ||| You are safe; 1 have gone to. of the
light rain. Not in your head, text color, and color,
and only on it. Edward was before sunset. Step 666)
votes! Homework signatures of all the fresh seafood
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I’m other-ized
And despised
By those I surmise
Who are none the wise
That what they are seeing
Is a fellow human being
And just that recognition
Could improve my condition
I’m vilified
And denied
When the system’s applied
Convicted before tried
So it’s easy to hate me
Or under rate me
What’s harder to do
Is to inflate me
I’m over hyped
And stereotyped
When certain folks griped
I’ve been prison striped
And not for nothing
Removed or forgotten
As a direct outgrowth
Sometimes I’m both
As you might have deduced
I’ve been reduced
Forced to ask what’s the use?
Told to vamoose
And it’s become clear
They’d like me to disappear
But despite what they’re praying
I declare that I’m staying
Cedric McClester,Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC