This Chaos of the Cosmos
by I. E. Sbace Weruld
Time present—the new now—creates time future and time past,
all that in th’ everchanging Universe will leave, or last.
Lost in this chaos of the cosmos, order out of storm,
what will occur and leave us here? what will become our norm?
What might have been, and what has been, will lead us to the end,
or to the place where we began, from which we must ascend.
We must present our circumstances from our varied starts,
here on this turning planet orbiting this Sun, our star.
Where we will go is hard to say; it’s not an easy thing,
like as a mockingbird in ripping winds on wimpling wings.
Cosmic Curse
by I. E. Sbace Weruld
He saw the lightning flashes, heard the roaring thunder booms;
the weather gods were boisterous, gigantic in their moods.
They shook the atmosphere with crashing, pounding, pouring rain,
as if the Earth was one grand sucking sound, sur-rounding drain.
He felt the distant rum-bl-ing. What a loud grum-bl-ing.
It seemed so unbelievable and very hum-bl-ing.
All of a sudden one can show up in a cosmic curse,
reminding one there are such forces in the Universe;
and these are not the worst, by any means; in fact they are
as cataclysmic as a raging storm or bursting star.
Mr. I. E. Sbace Weruld is a poet of the cosmos.
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Haiku
by “Clear Dew” Ibuse
They do not live long,
humming and buzzing along—
songs of the crickets.
“Clear Dew” Ibuse is a poet of traditional haiku.
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Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
On th’ electric wire,
the scissor-tailed fly-catcher
flickers its feathers.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial haikuist.
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Newsreel:
Japan’s ship-mounted railgun allows a quick response
to missile saturation threats from Chinese weapons launched;
they use e-lec-tro-mag-net-ics at hypersonic pounds,
and reach two-thousand meters with more than one-hundred rounds.
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Flashback:
The Russians have reported that they’ve made a missile that
is hypersonic and it can reach up to Mach 5 flat.
Officials said it launched from Orenburg, near Kazakhstan,
and hit a test range in Kamchatka as per preset plan.
According to reports the glider’s capable of speeds
bypassing all known missile rampart defense system needs.
Vladimir Putin said it reaches each place in the World,
and that it can’t be tracked by any power when it’s hurled.
He said that Russia should not e’er forget security.
Won’t people feel safer now he’s on his nuke-hot spree?
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New Hills and Mounts
by Sri Wele Cebuda
He got down on the mat, that vertebrate, to meditate,
to get into the lotus pose, to pause, to aspirate.
He moved his hips into position, lifting up his spine.
While breathing deeply in, he rose, like as an aerodyne.
He tightened abs and ass as he sat in the open air,
there mentally engaged, becoming, more, more self-aware.
He longed to reach new hills and mounts within his psyche’s space,
to have new thrills in his mind’s eye, to see beyond this base.
Aligning head and neck, above his shoulders, chest and pecs,
he contemplated how to get into intelligence.
Sri Wele Cebuda is a poet of meditation.
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Le Tombeau de Jesus Christ
by Crise de Abu Wel
Tel qu’en Lui-même enfin l’éternité le change,
he leaves, leaves the Universe only his linen,
the blank white sheets upon which nothing is written
of the fury or the light of that distant dawn.
A few futile lines of Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John—
sad, sad attempts to touch that terrible minute,
the torment of that moment—the Sun sent spinning
with it, and, then, even that gone, forever gone…
hardly sufficient to contain the suffering
and the tranquility always there hovering
nearby, that purest peace, posited and opened,
like the long dry loaves of bread upon the table
beyond the belaboured birth within the stable
that seemed to go on and on and on for no end.
Crise de Abu Wel is a poet of the Good Father. Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898) was a French Symbolist poet critic, his quote from “Le tombeau d’Edgar Poe”—“Such as into Himself at last eternity changes him.”
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Newsreel:
The day aft Easter they released the death certificate;
the Vatican announced Pope Francis died at eighty-eight.
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The Merry Widow
by Ewald E. Eisbruc
Hey, Kiddo! Did you see The Merry Widow when it played in Buenos Aires at five theatres simultaneously! Oh! And each of those performances was live! in 1907. Operetta was grand back then—when Austria could boast. And do you remember the libretto Victor Léon and Leo Stein composed? It took the World by storm with a little help from incipient mass marketing: waltzes and dancing all in the kettle, with some saucy satire and hearkening. But, then, within the decade, World War I—Oh, does nothing lovely last?—had begun.
Ewald E. Eisbruc is a poet of Austrian composition. In the above prosem, figures mentioned include Victor Léon (1858-1940) a Modernist Austrian composer, who with Austrian playwright and librettist Leo Stein (1861-1921), produced The Merry Widow by Franz Lehar (1870-1948), a Modernist Austro-Hungarian composer.
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Für Ludwig
by Erisbawdle Cue
Struggling with his mind in faraway Britain, far away, at least, then, from crumbling Austria and all that was crumbling with it: music, vision, the cosmopolitan culture of Vienna, the dark, rotting molds of the nineteenth century, the heights of medicine, and the perennial abuse of government by the monarchy; yes, far from all that! pounding the chords of his mind out into a philosophic symphony, hammering something out of the milky-thick brine of his brain, clamoring with a constant rhythm, as though he was on to something big—Wittgenstein.
Erisbawdle Cue is a poet of philosophy. In the above prosem [prose poem], Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951) was a Modernist Austrian philosopher.
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Ideas Brewing
by Euclidrew Base
His first work was in Riemann surfaces, where one beholds
the very new construction of an abstract manifold,
where he united function theory and geometry,
along with the ideas brewing in topology.
Like Hilbert, he could see th’ importance of physícs to math,
and during WW1 in Zurich wrote “Space, Time and Matt’r”.
Next came his thoughts on the Continuum where he embraced
the mathematic thought of Brouwer, intuition-based.
He also came, in time, to see the value and the use
of reps and the invariants of classical Lie groups.
Quantum mechanics and eletrodynamics ensued,
when spectral theory work was with group symmetries pursued.
Euclidrew is a poet of mathematics and mathematicians. Bernhard Riemann (1826-1966) was a Romantic German mathematician who laid the foundation for Einstein’s theory of relativity and contributed to complex analysis and number theory. David Hilbert (1862-1943) was a Modernist German mathematician and philosopher. L. E. J. Brouwer (1881-1966) was a Modernist Dutch mathematician and philosopher. The above dodeca is on Hermann Weyl (1885-1955), a Modernist German mathematician who tried uniting beauty with the truth, but when he had to choose between the two, he went with beauty.
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Opening
by I Warble Seduce
Ah, perhaps it was beauty he sought out, a lovely form, sensuous and supple, a nice girl from Nice, an intense love-mount, champagne and ice, the sparkling bubble, or perhaps it was an opening eye, rosy-fingered dawn plucking purple grapes, the cork popping up, a buckle lightly clanging, tink-tink, a lavender-filled sky, the scene newly seen, the opening drapes, a spray of pink perfume rising, riding the exhausted fall, the weary close, drop, poised on the edge of infinity’s line, beneath the elbow on a pillow plopped, lost in an illusion so hard to find.
I Warble Seduce is a poet of love, as seen in the above prosem.
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Flashback:
Two-hundred-fifty years ago—eternity unlatched—
the patriots were ready for the imminent attack;
Revere and Dawes rode to warn Lexington and Concord that
the British troops had come ashore to raid their ammo cache.
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What If One Were Within
by Bic Uwel, “Erased”
What if one were within the Metroplex, and like a tree
that whispered in the wind, nobody heard its melody,
would that one have existence in the rain and thundering
and roaring traffic passing Bishop Berkeley wondering?
What if one were within the billions on the Internet
and one sent out a message to the World of interest,
would that one have existence if no one responded to
the words sent out without a shout into the noisy zoo?
What if one were within a cosmic vortex spiraling
and one was never starring in a stylish viral meme,
would that one have existence if none knew these thoughts of his?
Yes, he’d be part of all that is not known, alleged or is.
Bic Uwel, “Erased” is a poet whose existence is questionable. George Berkeley (1685-1763) was an Anglo-Irish Neoclassical philosopher.
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One Less Done of Scads
by Des Wercebauli
He sat up at his desk again, as he had done before.
It was his job, his work, as if he really wanted more.
But he did not. Still he would do it; it was a good thing;
because of all that he could gain, o, all that it could bring.
He stretched his arms, he stretched his legs, he lifted up his head.
O, really would he rather not be resting in his bed?
But he had things to do. He shouldn’t really get behind.
For if he did, he might not ever reach true peace of mind.
He tensed his muscles, sensed a bustle, and began his tasks;
each one that he accomplished making one less done of scads.
Des Wercebauli is a poet of labour.
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Earthly Things
by Ed Rubee Swical
“The food containers each of us uses boggles the mind
and cloggles the Earth.”
—Carb Deliseuwe
The vast variety of things that human beings make,
like trucks and tractors, jets and trains, books, bric-a-brac and brakes,
like cars, roads, buildings, rockets, satellites and furniture,
computers, dishes, phones, no matter what expenditure,
these things add to some thirty-some quadrillion metric tons,
compared to but five-hundred million tons of Earthians,
approximately fifty kilograms per metric square,
surpassing Earth’s own biosphere with this new technosphere;
Geologist Zalasiewicz of England’s Leicester U.
has so reported this in The Anthropocene Review.
Ed Rubee Swical is poet fond of geology and rocks. Some of his favourite writers include Charles Lyell, James Hutton, Alfred Wegener, Charles Richter, and Luis and Walter Alvarez. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “cloggle” is a stend, and “stend” is a trunc. Geologist Jan Zalasiewicz is a contemporary British-Polish geologist and palaeontologist, who put forth the Anthropocene Epoch as a formal geological interval.
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Standby
by Leeb Sircadeuw
It was a day in which his duties came at such a time
he did not have to wake up early, he could rise sublime.
The sounds of day came to him slowly, with no hurrying,
he heard the birds and locomotive with low tarrying.
He opened up his eyes—there was no rush, no needed leap
to leave the gentleness of indolence and restful sleep.
It was a way he loved to enter into a new day,
a calm accumulation of new sensories displayed.
The Sun’s first beams were indirect, through edges of the blinds,
things of the World appeared unto his mind in faint designs.
There was no need to start the coffee…yet…he could just lie,
until some gradual impulse suggested he stand by.
Leeb Sircadeuw is a poet of sleep.