Poetics and Poetry Discussion

A guy died after winning all bankers cup.

The square root of a circular conundrum is a spiral of speculative self-egocentricity

I am overwhelmed by poems on bipolar disorder and bipolarity. At the start of my gibberish and rubbish, let me assure you that medical help and assistance is key and one must peruse what is needed. But I have a few view points that I wish to share. Bipolar is natures true self. The atom is bipolar. Electrons are negative and protons positive. The chemistry of the universe non nuclear happens because of this polarity. I write this rubbish because my brain has a reaction going on. If you choose to read it, you can because the core of the earth is molten and we have a magnetic bipolarity, else we would be fried humans. Therefore before we fully know how those strands of DNA in our neurones are read into proteins, and some of them, determine what strands to be read when, and then we know fully well how do we decide what is temporary intellectual memory, what is semi permanent intellectual memory, and what is permanent memory (like batting our eye lids) , we really don't know a thing. Just because some psychos analyse you as Bipolar does not mean you are doomed, it could mean you have a very powerful chemistry in your brain, you react you are not inert, you are perhaps near to the core of the womb of Nature.

Everyone talks
No one listens

As one speaks
Another devises dispute
To the words
He imagines spoken

But he hears not
Knows not
What was said

Deaf words perish
Like wilted weeds
Upon blinded ears

We say we discuss
While we argue
With ourselves

Language uttered
Fallen to the ground unheard
Is essential seedlings of tolerance
And understanding

To be gobbled up
By nomadic birds
On respite from passage
Winging north or south

Wasted discernment
Is dispersed as word droppings
Splattering park benches and statues

At least if eaten by birds
The observations of one
Might be digested by another

Unlike bulimic listeners
Of anorexic speakers

SHHHHHHH.......quiet, so quiet. Apologies all, I should know by now, , , , , to let sleeping minds lie.
When awakened too suddenly, all grumpy, can't absorb new info, turn vicious. Running for my life now......
.........fleeing hungry zombies! ! !

Mmmmmmm. so why all the sudden interest?; ¬)

Simply making it through this life day after day
Progressing through time in her own unique way
Only one life issued to you, be aware and do know
Its purpose is to learn and to love and to grow
She’s peace-loving and guileless wishing others do well
Her goal is no harm, harmony-calm…….not a war
Lifting up others so to help them be more
Suited to the manifestation seen in her reflection
Sleeping sweet restful dreams of her flying inflection
No nightmares wishing death or to see others cry
You can’t hate who you pray for, so seek God day and night
Pray for enemies and brothers, into your own life bring light
Too many are compelled to wish others inferior
With malicious-half-truth-propaganda-hysteria
Job scared and life anxious with a need to lash out
Narcissistic saboteurs intently thrashing about
Drowning in nameless resentful privately owned hell
Making violent attempts to drag others down to their quell
In their wretched melancholy they want all to be bound
Terrified of empty nothingness they fear might be found
When wound in a shroud and six feet underground
If you wish to seek life, in your life, and beyond
Rebuff hate, fear of rival, instead advocate bond

Literal (and narrowly " personal" ;) interpretation of, uh, most anything...
a crippling handicap....eliminating humor and imagination...
a durn shame...ah, well....happens...all too frequently.....

dress in a wolf suit...
shoot Sarah Palin with a paint ball.....hot pink....

die in a cell for sedition...fun-squelching times, these.....

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Steve Johns