"rans" poems
"…ours is not to reason why." that is the only fragment
of the light
brigade?
call the philosopher for a meme:
Ah, we need an axiom,
some hope for humanity,
Christmas isn't working as well as it did,
Chanuka and Kwansa are distant also rans,
Where is hope if the wise have all been infected with…
"The fact that an opinion has been widely
held is no evidence whatsoever that it is not utterly absurd."
that's the meme sir,
but nothing clicked.
Bertrand Russell
wait
Ah, more, eh,
a semi colon not a point of completion.
That's the secret in all symbols to sibyls, my boy,
know what you meant
when you imagined them meaning
anything
"The fact that an opinion has been widely
held is no evidence whatsoever
that it is not utterly absurd
; indeed in view of the silliness of the majority of mankind, a widely spread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible.”
― Bertrand Russell, Marriage and Morals
From <https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/172166-the-fact-that-an-opinion-has-been-widely-held-is>
In the world you shall have tribulation
but be of good cheer,
it makes everything better.
Merry Christmas, may the messages you trust be true.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
I am an outlaw like Jesse James
I'm not much for playing games
Loyalty is all I demanded
Lies I simply can not stand
Tell to me only truths
Or I'll knock out your ******* tooth
The place we're in is a high stakes game
But in the end you'll be glad you came
We'll float a boat, we'll get real high
While we're cooking, you just might cry
If you have thoughts of rolling over
You'll end up under the sweet, red clover
We're not much on floppy tongue snitches
You'll find they end up in deep dug ditches
But in our canoe you can ride all night
Smoke rolls up it's such a sight
On our boat you can ride for days
Sleep rans fast and far away
So come and play in our devilish way
We'll talk for hours, till there is nothing left to say
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
Old School Thoughts:
My ink rans out!
The sheets are out of stock!
Get the gun, fire the torch...
This is an immediate war!
Nowadays Thoughts:
My ink rans out!
The sheets are out of stock!
Get the phone, type the words
Wifi is fair, my neighbour is well
Hello Poetry is on, ready for my poetic soul...
Here they hail, poems that should remain!
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
I am an outlaw like Jesse James
I'm not much for playing games
Loyalty is all I demanded
Lies I simply can not stand
Tell to me only truths
Or I'll knock out your ******* tooth
The place we're in is a high stakes game
But in the end you'll be glad you came
We'll float a boat, we'll get real high
While we're cooking, you just might cry
If you have thoughts of rolling over
You'll end up under the sweet, red clover
We're not much on floppy tongue snitches
You'll find they end up in deep dug ditches
But in our canoe you can ride all night
Smoke rolls up it's such a sight
On our boat you can ride for days
Sleep rans fast and far away
So come and play in our devilish way
We'll talk for hours, till there's nothing left to say
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
your words are raw, exposed, honest
in each other do we finally trust
all the metaphors, all the similes
fail to capture the essence of you and me
forms of expression known to man
music, art, poetry all also-rans
together we are light, air, complete beings
reveling in emotional perfection
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
I found you between the covers
Laid bare before me,
A beginning a middle and an end
All there for me to discover,
On white sheets, in among the small print
Along with accompanying photographs
A catalogue if you will
In chronological order, unchangeable
As this is now a past event.
But these aren’t your words
There are quotes I’ll give you that,
But not an autobiography, this truth
Belongs to someone else’s twisted opinion
Through research and interviews with also
Rans, so where are you really, not here
Not raw emotion, frustration, devotion
No one saw inside your head, plucked
Your thoughts and put it down on paper.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
I am the ghost of relationships past
You can see I'm very busy, so many don't last
I haunt the hearts of the also-rans
I don't do it cause I can
No, it's with compassion
I understand the sorrow
That it won't go away
I offer solace, enough to say
Have hope and appreciation
Some understanding
For I too feel their hurt
You probably don't know
But we ghosts are built that way
Take the couple I just met
Penny is from heaven
Ted is the best
A good man at the core
But he strayed from the nest
They split-up
Both are now bereft
This is how I just worked that one
I whispered to them
That maybe she should forgive
And he should never forget
How wonderful life used to be
Perhaps it would be best
To talk again, to walk again along that garden path
Love can work on the rebound
But you've got to take that chance
I'm happy to report these fresh results
They've agreed to relate
Establishing romantic relations once again
They're going on date, on which I shall accompany them
To ensure that things go well
Then it's home to Mrs. Ghost
Whom I first met at the Heartbreak Hotel
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
Let tyrants shake their iron rod,
And Slav’ry clank her galling chains,
We fear them not, we trust in God,
New England’s God forever reigns.
Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too,
With Prescot and Cornwallis join’d,
Together plot our Overthrow,
In one Infernal league combin’d.
When God inspir’d us for the fight,
Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc’d,
Their ships were Shatter’d in our sight,
Or swiftly driven from our Coast.
The Foe comes on with haughty Stride;
Our troops advance with martial noise,
Their Vet’rans flee before our Youth,
And Gen’rals yield to beardless Boys.
What grateful Off’ring shall we bring?
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud Halleluiahs let us Sing,
And praise his name on ev’ry Chord.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC