Tag Archives: George

sphere of power, poetic thought by George-B (©always) (the smudge and other poems)


sphere of power, poetic thought by George-B 

(the smudge and other poems)

the sphere of power was robbed of one dimension.
the reminding circle is shivering
in confusing memory
of the once well adjusted  object of perfection – idolatry-
the circle’s shadowy plane hovers – like a Frisbee thrown and caught again and again –  until  dizzy and a little thirty…

Should the circle loose yet another dimension…well,  something like
a belt
shoelace
neck tie
dead snake,
will be all that’s left,
from the sphere of power…

George-B (©always)

Advertisements

A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought, ©by George-B Always (the smudge and other poems)


A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought,
by George-B

In some non mysterious yet natural way
I failed to understand the way you are,
speak,

laugh,
cry
look up toward the heavens above in search of
a sign
release
understanding
love
anything to
heal
lean on
A cotton cloud
and again understanding,
that is comprehensive,
that cleanses like
a non-acid summer rain as they used to be before…
You are so obvious, yet-yet  I always failed to give you
what you needed, to give you…
so I just gave you back you riddle and
tried to behave meanwhile as if I understood you
completely, as if I knew the puzzling cross-word by heart
as if I ace every SAT question, one and all,
a perfect one hundred percent.

(©by George-B Always
)

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes-2-framed) my art collection_FotoSketcher


along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes-2) my art collection

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes-2) my art collection

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes-2-framed) my art collection_FotoSketcher

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes-2-framed) my art collection_FotoSketcher

“along the trail” by George-B (oil-emergence-2)_FotoSketcher (my art collection)


along the trail by George-B (oil-emergence-2)_FotoSketcher

along the trail by George-B (oil-emergence-2)_FotoSketcher

along the trail, poetic thought by George-B ©Always (the smudge and other poems)


along the trail, poetic thought by George-B ©Always

(the smudge and other poems)


along the trail you see the joy of being free

along the trail you hear the thrills of flying free
of landing at your leisure.
Along the trail you feel the green of plants get greener
The wild mustard seedpods opening
and seed achieving goal

Along the trail you breath the natural at ease,
the fragrant exaltation of aromatic shields
Along the trail you live,
along the trail you  let live, while

coming around again and again for more.

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive srokes) my art collection

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes) my art collection

The Danger, poetic thought by George-B (©Always) (the smudge and other poems)


The Danger, poetic thought by George-B (©Always)

The Danger lurking in plain sight,
disguised
as benevolent face…
It holds a book,
of broken promises,
some secrets to be kept…
How more can one deceive,
another one with,
But selling all there is,
and getting bloated at it…
The epics of persona selling,
is just as old as slave trade,
yes, it is…

facebook, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems)


facebook, poetic thought by George-B

To like or not to like:
That is today’s question:
Facebook plays with my feelings of liking and disliking,
but you know that,
it’s all over the news…the betrayal of trust of confidence,
of the most basic relationship…among people:
Fairness, not taking advantage of each other,
as a tool to make yourself rich (and make another poor)
But then you knew there is nothing sincere about facebook, that some made into faithbook: big mistake, big, big mistake)

need: to return ethics to the world!

Encumbered not, poetic thought by George-B (The smudge and other poems


Encumbered not, poetic thought by George-B  (The smudge and other poems)

Unnoticed, silence breathed its way in:

can you watch now the growing grass,
the snowflakes parachutes landing and,
dust settling on top of dusty old, furniture tops?

almost instantaneously
night had moved over everything:

can you see now the shadows,
and the listless moon in owe,
eyeing the blue, as if…its dust,
were not to remain undisturbed
eons ahead,
except for a few boot prints…
cold of course, and odorless, and sterile…
encumbered not…

Photo: Earth and moon seen from space shuttle

The wheel, poetic thought by George-B (The smudge and other poems)


The wheel, poetic thought by George-B
(The smudge and other poems)

In the quest
To define the wheel
The scientist gave it the circle
The artist gave it any shape
The wood cutter cut a section of a tree…
And rolled downhill…
there came Pythagoras, and
he gave the wheel it’s formula

Censorship, poetic thought by George-B) (the smudge and other poems – Page-)


Censorship, poetic thought by George-B)
(the smudge and other poems)

We all value things – essentially worthless –
We make them valuable as they rot into forgetfulness
Gold medals, rings, and pocket watches
Old coins, now not currency,
We all give them extrinsic value
Dry flowers, pressed between the pages
Of out of print volumes, and censured volumes
And put to death volumes, by scorching fire, bonfire of volumes
Dangerously truthful to truth volumes, and tomes of many,
many writings in languages forgotten to time itself,
Witchcraft manuals and other books and manuscripts,
and philosophies we agree not with…
All becoming ash and smoke on the bonfire of un-appealable volumes…

Promises, promises, poetic thought by George-B


Promises, promises, poetic thought by George-B

A promise I made
To myself
I will not be bored
I will learn to not be bored
To find the elements in
Things
People
Water
Air
Dirt
Fire
That will be interesting
Enough
Not to bore me
To look for antiboring-antiboring-anti
Behavior
thumb sucking
Smoking whatever
Drinking to unbore
And immature mature relationships
Turning to be boring now I
Walk away from boring
And get fit as I walk, and now
I can tell what’s boring
I can unbore and stay that way
Way to go

I’m on my way…

Sediments, poetic thought by George-B (my poetry collection)


Sediments,  poetic thought by George-B

Grudge
Hurt
Long time
Has passed

Empathy
Warmth
It touched
Under the surface
Long time
Has passed

Memories
Existing
Descending
The spiral
Eccentric

Future
If any
Remembers
The time
When it will be
In the making

(©Always, George-B)

just a thought: “even the best theories don’t live through their application in practice!” (George-b ©always)


just a thought: “even the best theories don’t live through their application in practice!”

(George-b ©always)

reverse-1312286075_sisyphus_floor_moping

Enhanced by Zemanta

Virtual economy, poetic thought by George B


Virtual economy, poetic thought by George B

The paint not dry yet
The painting’s hanging on the wall
Still swaying, slightly,
On the wall that isn’t dry yet,
Between tenancies,
In a building that’s still under construction
That still needs permits,
corridors to be painted,
last coat,
and a roof, and doors…
Economic recovery…
Economic discovery…
Virtual economy…
_+++++++++++++++_+

Enhanced by Zemanta

Haiku: Ant, Poetic thought by George-B


Haiku: Ant, Poetic thought by George-B

Innocent in fall
Water droplet rushes down
Engulfing the ant

ant

Enhanced by Zemanta

The Old City, poetic thought by George -B


The Old City, poetic thought by George -B

The window is opened toward a city,
A city that’s built for millennia,
layers of generations,
as dust of time settled upon itself…
The city’s old,
and so are most of its buildings,
kept alive by people who care, by fires,
and wars and bullets,
by rain, snow and heat waves –
The city only grew stronger,
Surviving survival…
And yet something’s missing, lost to the ages
The laughter of children, the play of the squirrels
The thrills of the singing of birds…
The silent past conquered the noise
and reigns now, in absolute power…

A dove on the windowsill is mourning his lover.

 

English: Street in Jerusalem Old City

English: Street in Jerusalem Old City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Enhanced by Zemanta

TODAY’S HOLIDAY: ST. GEORGE’S DAY


St. George’s Day

Nothing much is known for certain about St. George, but the patron saint of England is popularly known in medieval legend for slaying a vicious dragon that was besieging a town in Cappadocia. When the people saw what had happened, they were converted to Christianity. To this day, St. George is often depicted with a dragon. St. George’s Day, sometimes referred to as Georgemas, has been observed as a religious feast as well as a holiday since the 13th century. More… Discuss

Enhanced by Zemanta

Sain of the Day Feastday April 23: St. George: Patron of England & Catalonia


Image of St. George

Pictures of St. George usually show him killing a dragon to rescue a beautiful lady. The dragon stands for wickedness. The lady stands for God‘s holy truth. St. George was a brave martyr who was victorious over the devil.

He was a soldier in the army of the Roman Emperor Diocletian, and he was one of the Emperor’s favorite soldiers. Now Diocletian was a pagan and a bitter enemy to the Christians. He put to death every Christian he could find. George was a brave Christian, a real soldier of Christ. Without fear, he went to the Emperor and sternly scolded him for being so cruel. Then he gave up his position in the Roman army. For this he was tortured in many terrible ways and finally beheaded.

So boldly daring and so cheerful was St. George in declaring his Faith and in dying for it that Christians felt courage when they heard about it. Many songs and poems were written about this martyr. Soldiers, especially, have always been devoted to him.

We all have some “dragon” we have to conquer. It might be pride, or anger, or laziness, or greediness, or something else. Let us make sure we fight against these “dragons”, with God’s help. Then we can call ourselves real soldiers of Christ. 

Enhanced by Zemanta

Haïku – Destiny, by George -B


Haïku – Destiny, by George -B

First the body dies
then it’s moved six feet under
headstone falls over.

 

Enhanced by Zemanta

A comment, (poetic thought by George-B)


A comment, (poetic thought by George-B)

Pain unscaleable,
unquantifiable on a scale from 1-10
with faces drawn 
more or less happy,
and some sad,

pain that hides in its own shadow,
become its shadow,

cut the branch we’ve landed on, to rest for a while…
While… all you can do
is imagine being painless for a quantum of an eternal moment:  
a note may be, or an entire song,
a rhyme, or even an entire poem,
While… letting go and sharing pain free,
glamourless, natural,
denuded of inhumanity,
hoping that you may be understood, taken seriously,
at face value,
as an immortal soul – in the making,
a mortal – body in the making,
as a star  – in the making,
a universe – in the making,
as a molecule – in the making,
a Rigs Boson – in the making ,
God in the making,
as an…!
(Exhale 1-2-3-4 [Held Breath 1-2] Inhale 1-2-3-4 [Hold Breath] REPEAT…n times)

Modern Mythology II, poetic thought by George-B


Modern Mythology II, poetic thought by George-B

The Gods have been very inventive-
they invented clubs,
bows and arrows,
spears and the gallows,
yatagans and cutout moons and 

Of course, the atom bomb.

Then humans invented Gods…

And yet, with no God alive inside of US,
Is how we’ve turned…ungodly.

 

From BBC: April 23, Saint George Day (Gustave Moreau painting)


April 23, Saint George Day

From BBC: April 23, Saint George Day (Click to access story)

Introduction

Saint George’s Day is 23 April.

Saint George

Saint George is the patron saint of England. He’s popularly identified with England and English ideals of honour, bravery and gallantry – but actually he wasn’t English at all. Very little, if anything, is known about the real Saint George. Pope Gelasius said that George is one of the saints “whose names are rightly reverenced among us, but whose actions are known only to God.”>>>>>>>>>>>>more HERE  Continue reading

unemotional (poetic thought by George-B)


unemotional (poetic thought by George-B)

Giving receiver, how have you become?  
Without feelings, a smile’s a grin,
A portrait, a monster, a fake an original,
life dead,

The burning face in the painting is Gioconda’s –

Libria, I Salute you!

disease is the human emotion
Peace come
Burn the painting, burn the book, make anti-art
Unemotional, the world is once  again flat,
Soulless, uninhibited

 I freed the bait from the hook of life
giving it fair chance to fate.

Enhanced by Zemanta