“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label test. Show all posts
Showing posts with label test. Show all posts
Thursday, September 6, 2018
The results are in(side)
As much as we can
plan, prepare, project,
anticipate and speculate,
none of these internal actions
guarantee consistent results,
busyness does not guarantee business,
and if these formulae were applied
to physics, they would be rejected,
expelled from the multi-verse
for lack of proof.
Then again,
on second thought,
coincidence, chance, luck, and odds
are signs, symbols we play
while pretending to know the words,
pretending our sounds can sway
life
a little more our way.
We all have just one chance,
with many potential outcomes.
Any way
we aim our intent, cast our gaze,
manipulate, edit and re-calculate our theories,
the many verses when sung all together
touch notes, tickle fancies, connect
dark matter making the inconceivable,
tangible, the noise, harmonious,
and the future full of space.
Image By NASA/JPL-Caltech/WISE Team (WISE), Rho Ophiuchi [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, June 10, 2016
A Broad Cast: Carbon Copies
This is a test,
this is only a test.
If this were a real catastrophe,
instructions would follow.
This test is a measure to decrease alertness,
required by the Prevention Committee to spark
vigilance and fear, consistently in support of
Public Welfare. Watch the ticker
for more minute details about your
nether region and up dates.
Consider fleeing with your family,
as if this were a true tragedy,
remain orderly in fashion
ably late-
If then
run for your Life,
but you must stop
copying the answers
and putting your name on it.
Image By Partridge, Rondal, 1917-, Photographer (NARA record: 8464464) (U.S. National Archives and Records Administration) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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