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Ksjpari Aug 2017
Among all there is a wholesome son.
His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan.
On 20 November was the jewel born.
So precious that all want him as a pawn
But parents not ready to give for scone.
Without looking at him there’s no dawn
Chess playing at different levels is on.
All are sure of his ability family to conn
In a perfect direction without any con.
He is the best known and virtuous icon
Wishing best for his overall solon.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
My dearest sister has a son.
We call him dearie Shauryan.
Healthy, wealthy and pawn
Of parents, demanded scone
For eating in evening or dawn.
Chess playing at state level on
Till nation or inter forgone.
Never is lazy, never is con,
Is the best known icon
Wishing best for solon.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ken Pepiton Mar 2023
Finding clutter and cable chaos,
two forms
of proof
for the orderly mind
to insist my approach
to harvesting and preserving my take away, no use
in spirit and
in truth, if you follow my idea, abstracted
from
all the time there ever was here
when we arrived, empty
as far as we knew, with our acquisitive
child recollections, as
to how we come
to think we know, less and less
finer and finer interpretations
of harmony
among Same and Different minds,
allowing odds and evens and pi and e.
-and -i- the I defying form of little I
square root of one.
Left, right, clap.

Chirality, Front and back, top and bottom.
- clapping games of all the ways,
- one hand can clap another.
- Just so we learn,
- we make things take time to do
- just right.
But some times, one impression's all we get.
Think fast.

Six ways to rest upon, Cubism,
arrives first among those who see edges
of blocks in the solid limestone formation,

"O Solon, Solon, you Hellenes are never anything
but children, and there is not an old man among you."
Swimming past that first horizon...
L B Jan 2019
For Henrietta Swan Leavitt—

Henrietta
dark-eyed darling of the night sky--

A Swan
who sails
the heavens
deaf with lights
that pulse across your mind
In photographic plates
that number
many thousands
You see the differences in light
You swim the curves that grace the arch of heaven
between the cloud and pinwheel galaxies
You measure
their exquisite wakes of distance--
Become the glittering timepiece of the farthest stars--

Bestowed forever in your hands
the clock and keys of all existence
You know the bends of ages
You heard the voices of the light
of the angels
and of man

I hope you've found true happiness
gathered to your love
forgetful of the pond of space and time
and all that hopeless pain and counting
of perfection
and of loneliness
to which you were assigned

that in your hands unravel all....
The secrets of the universe
white and gray in motion...
brilliant beyond all measure
by which you were forgotten
and unvalued by design

Eulogized only--
as loving God
and as being kind
_

*copyright Liz Balise 2019,  Use only by permission.


Her colleague Solon I. Bailey wrote in her obituary that "she had the happy faculty of appreciating all that was worthy and lovable in others, and was possessed of a nature so full of sunshine that, to her, all of life became beautiful and full of meaning.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HenriettaSwanLeavitt
I used to teach research to the seventh grade. Rather than argue plagiarism or whether Beyonce was a worthy topic for " American Women's History," I created my own little library of articles on 35 acceptable people so I could control their work and learning of the process.  They were all mad copiers-- literally taught to be that way.  I told them they would not fail for grammar struggles or poor technique-- only for copying and lack of citations.  I told them I wanted to hear THEIR VOICES and what THEY HAD LEARNED, except for actual quotes.  I was all over cross-checking sources, summary, paraphrase, and direct quotes.  You would not believe how hard it is to unteach wrong teaching and wrong learning.  

My little library offered such women as Rachel Carson, Georgia O'Keefe, Mary Fields (Stagecoach Mary), Elizabeth Blackwell, and Henrietta Swan Leavitt.

Hope ya like it.  Took all day.  I post no poem before its time.  Time now for wine and wood fire.
2aftermidnight Apr 2014
war is starting, a blood bath but drains no blood scar’s beyond repair kills whats most important ,sounds of a crying conscious asking for help a louder and darker voice choking those who ask for savior, how can i? how can i?, darkness what have you done, should i serenader to hell, is hell the answer to my freedom or is my twisted mind who is controlled by the lord of darkness, Homer, Aesop, Hesiod, Sappho, Solon, Aristotle what should i do? i beg, lead me to find a way to get my conscious stronger lead me as you led heros, fill my heart with courage as you filled thy, battle of the heavens or is it what we call a weak alibi to stay in darkness.
Idonotexist Mar 2016
Lyrical Poet of Greece
flowing like gentle breeze
Born in island of ******
like dawning sun she beautifully rose

As the time flew
desecrating winds blew
leaving mere fragments of work
one complete but mere sixteen lines

So little is known for certain
Yet it does not discourage me to pen
Let this poem be a spark
let your curiosity leave a mark

She crafted words into a mystic Shape
once read there is no escape
She wrote of fragile personal moments
of her daughter and her female friends .

Even Plato acknowledged her beautiful lines
He even said these following lines
"Some say the Muses are nine: how careless!
Look, there's Sappho too, from ******, the tenth"
Solon an Athenian ruler heard her song
and wanted it to be taught along
when curious faces asked Him why
he replied "Because I want to learn it and die".

Her Face was was minted in coins
Portrait painted on vases
Syracuse honored her exile
by erecting a statue
showing words could transcend
her gender in the people's eyes .
Creepstar Aug 2016
I hear a voice calling,"Christopher",
Sounds like my dad,it can't be,but I wish it were.
A memory relived while in a ****** up blur,
Stretch out arm to cat,I feel a comfort in its Solon purr.
Hakim Kassim Sep 2016
Pardon this heart that
       gloomily bounced,
That it may in this life's long
        night
Restored somehow be to
        household of peace,
Which, in grave or before,
Can give relief to owner's
                pain:
   >It is concerned tears that
           aflame flow,
   >Which render fatal fears
           so nearly real.

                    i.
From when reason first
     stroke the race on Solon's
              tongue,
Strong stood and made its
      roars heard,
To the ears of that trouble-
      gotten Hellenic year,
Whose winter of rage
       brought drought to
            intellect,
Convenience wounds it at
         chance in every age:
   >If 'winning' we see
          when guns roars,
   >Then dark be right, we to
          all beauty blind!

                      ii.
Baraka Ngeleja Mar 2017
"Enunciate lies"
If you need justice.
Lawyers need bribes
Courtyard ignores judgement
No rights to speak
Offender isn't solon.
To prevail
In the court
Eat with Court mates .

— The End —