I just updated the poetry on this site list, taking it up to 312. I’ve written and posted seventy-one Folding Mirror poems since self-publishing my 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections (121 each) second poetry and philosophy collection in 2012… at the cheapest price possible.
If I hadn’t written it I’d be wanting it for Winter Solstice Christmas!:
While watching a recent episode of The Living Universe they said that to travel beyond our solar system is a multi-generation project, with the next solar system 170,000 times as far as Mars; the first of billions in our galaxy, with billions of galaxies in the universe.
Of Monarch and Man
It reminded me of the monarch butterfly migration, which takes several generations to complete the long round trip; a few generations heading north, and then one long trip south for the last.
Humanity always seems to have had the urge to travel; sometimes from necessity, such as ice ages, but other times seemingly just out of curiosity.
Unknown Past, Future Uncertain
Is it just the way our brain has adapted to circumstances, or is it something embedded in it since creation; as each generation of the monarch butterfly plays its part without seeming to know why in the bigger picture – as we know the world and universe?
Is this age of humanity, between ape and AI, according to evolution theory, like one generation of monarch butterfly pre-programmed to play a part in a much bigger space time picture?
Physical Gravity, Dextrous Mentality
Am I E.T., Yeti Discovery
my humanity distant memory
mind travelled deep in space
escaped the human race
for a finishing line?
I’m inclined to decline
I got the idea of ‘humanity are waves of the ocean, not the oceans’ while watching the French film Heal the Living (Réparer les vivants); an adaptation by Katell Quillévéré from a book by Maylis de Kerangal, who studied history and philosophy in Rouen and Paris.
Inspiring Surfing Sea Sleep Scenes
I don’t know if my thoughts were what the film’s creators intended to convey, and my thoughts were also influenced by my prior learning and knowledge, especially into space and astronomy, animals and nature, including UFOs and our place in the universe.
I thank all those who’ve helped me see so far in my lifetime, from the astronomers on Earth to the astronauts in space; and those in power who’ve allowed freedom of information, to the investigators who’ve conducted their own research, and presented it in the media.
Opening Sky Sight
Without all of you, I would just know the sky above, and be wondering about what is beyond. I would say like my ancestors, but who knows what they knew, and who they had contact with. We only know about 5000 years of ‘history’ and have only travelled as far as our moon, both of which are tiny amounts in the vastness of space time.
We are finding out more about our past and present all the time, and may it continue into the distant future… remembering the first and foremost rule is that the limitations are ours, but that our perseverance has broken through the placenta atmosphere, and we are still alive. We are like a baby seeing the world for the first time (this wave of humanity baby anyway!), and still have a lot of learning to do…
To Heal the Living, Creating the Life Given
I am a drop
in the ocean
humanity a wave
of animal sea
our planet Earth
a universal pebble
small blue dot, thanks a lot
helping me see
wood and tree
place of reality
pioneers of astronomy
set me free
in to out infinity
Lots more space discovery stuff in my poetry collection, set at the lowest rate possible on Amazon, and an ideal Winter Solstice Christmas present for any space poetry fans!:
I watched an Imagine documentary about Tracey Emin last night, and related to her marrying a rock (in 2016, but I hadn’t heard about it, although have heard of other humans marrying non-humans before). Her wedding looked beautifully greenYgrey, and so along with another scintillating sunny day here, inspired the poem below.
The modern art theme of course fits in with the new POP art theme of PinkyOrangePurple twilight times, since the XaW Filestravel quest to find the greenYgrey world’s Andy Warhol, Andy Wolfhol, with another great such sunset tonight, and Tracey Emin was dressed in a suitable dress describing her wedding at her rock:
Leaves Symbolise Heart Love Cycle, Stand Eternal Life Art Rocks
when Tracey’s Emin
I wordplay wonder
if its for Marc or Eminem
don’t wanna be your enemy
so Miss Emin
I’ll call you Tracey
didn’t like your modern art
especially messy bed
but respect it’s from heart
you married a rock, sun gravitated my soul
sparkling new warmth in spring
special romantic outdoors
sending oxytocin in spin
waiting for my gaze
to see through
world of eye sore haze
celibacy and rock made Tracey Emin
artist as I
am One Sun
Thanks to those who read my books on Kindle in August and made it my best month ever on the platform. You made a cranky old writer feel like a spring lamb who escaped the chop and lived to be an old muttonhead!
Brexit Politics Uninteresting and Depressing
Because of that I thought I’d write a new Folding Mirror poem. Despite that little bit of personal euphoria, the poem turned into a bit of a downer, which is the way Brexit dominating politics has been this year, and I’ve usually written from a social rather than personal view. More details of child grooming in the UK this week compounded it.
A perverse side-effect of Brexit is that more of those demographics could be brought in to replace Europeans who leave. Maybe the Establishment will do it to punish the native working-class demographic, as they seem to have been doing since World War Two; especially in the Home Children white slavery scandal, miners’ strike starving hard workers and New Labour’s Multicultural Fascism that has turned the UK into a war zone.
I didn’t vote in the Brexit referendum, and am sorry to any nice hard-working fair-play Europeans caught up in it, who didn’t sleep with their tutors or bosses to get jobs or promotion (more the tutors, bosses and system’s fault), or undermine other students or workers to get the jobs! I think most are nice, and wish them well for the future. Those already here can stay of course, as far as the deal currently on the table suggests.
Armistice Soldiers’ Centenary, Community Politicians’ Buffoonery
keep on depressing
with all your messing
pushing down, down, down
no more playing the clown
keep straight face now
do nothing might raise brow
hide your emotion, restrain joyous commotion
still in basement without exit
despite sign marked Brexit
people voted to restore identity
democracy, democracy, democracy sincerity
we are not amused
you seem confused
I saw a stage performer interviewed recently, and they said they’d been self-deprecating in a self-parody way, but were advised that people usually just took things literally, so I thought I’d write the way I think it should be in this poem’s title, and how it usually seems to have been over the last fifteen years.
I Am Your Writing Hero, You Are My Beloved Readers
each day’s new clouds
fog obscuring shrouds
kamikazes diving down
banshee screaming sown
brontosaurus dance, cognitive dissonance
silly students banished
class identity tarnished
invasive historical view
growing planted myths true
After yesterday’s Folding Mirror poem had a plants and creatures relationship theme I saw on MSN news this morning that a new theory posits that dinosaurs died out mainly because they ate toxic plants, and didn’t learn to avoid them. The video contains loads of my biggest theory: greenYgreyism!
I used to worry about hair
now I don’t really care
same’s true of life I guess
less of both reduces stress
new mirror poem compares pair…
Hair Today Gone Tomorrow, Dinosaurs Example to Follow
once bitten twice shy
keep trying ’til you die
life mirrors hair metaphor
haven’t heard that before
growth tempts more complication, passing of time eradication
options no longer visible
worked out what’s divisible
if you want to prosper
break your own agenda
Making your own way was the main message of the latest Amorettes single:
Lots more contradictory proverbs on Derek Christensen’s blog. The post also includes Auguste Rodin’s The Thinker greenYgrey statue!
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