Silicon Investor - A Poetry Corner

[SI Ron (Crazy Music Man)] LOL thats funny.

SI Ron (Crazy Music Man) — 7/19/2020 1:33:32 PM

[Glenn Petersen] [graphic]

Glenn Petersen — 7/19/2020 1:04:21 PM

[Sun Tzu] Neither is a cure Nor the strength to endure Emptied bottles keep me compan...

Sun Tzu — 7/13/2017 3:33:35 PM

Neither is a cure
Nor the strength to endure
Emptied bottles keep me company
In a bar serving only apathy

[Sun Tzu] Democracy It's coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tiananmen ...

Sun Tzu — 11/9/2016 5:49:37 AM

Democracy

It's coming through a hole in the air
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It's coming from the feel
That this ain't exactly real
Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there
From the wars against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the USA

It's coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account
Of the Sermon on the Mount
Which I don't pretend to understand at all
It's coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay,
From the brave, the bold, the battered
Heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the USA

It's coming from the sorrow in the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin'
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on
Oh mighty ship of State
To the shores of need
Past the reefs of greed
Through the Squalls of hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on

It's coming to America first
The cradle of the best and of the worst
It's here they got the range
And the machinery for change
And it's here they got the spiritual thirst
It's here the family's broken
And it's here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the USA

It's coming from the women and the men
Oh baby, we'll be making love again
We'll be going down so deep
The river's going to weep,
And the mountain's going to shout Amen
It's coming like the tidal flood
Beneath the lunar sway
Imperial, mysterious
In amorous array
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on
O mighty ship of State
To the shores of need
Past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
As time cannot decay
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet
Democracy is coming to the USA
To the USA

Songwriters: Leonard Cohen

[Giordano Bruno] So? ...

Giordano Bruno — 1/16/2014 12:40:10 PM

So?	1
Why in the world would anyone write goofy junk on a public forum?	2
Because I don't have any paper.	3
Do you?	4
You guys still into scrolls or not?	5
Listen, the only reason I make my words public is too piss you off.	6
You get it.	7
Eyes.	8

What if I had an accident or something like that?	9
All of our documented chats would live on into the really bitchin' space age and beyond.	10
How could you get rid of them?	11
Show me.	12

We both know why I'm giving you a hard time.	13
Disappointment.	14

All of you are overly dramatic.	15
All of you I believe are too dramatic.	16
Everyone of you.	17
All of you.	18

I'm waiting for your GD story since we do have that in common but I know how you are.	19
Each chapter must begin and end precisely as planned.	20
That is so very boring.	21
You have to get tired of that.	22
Where's the creativity tiny dancer? :)	23
Does everything have to be so, well, stale by the time you get around to it.	24
No one pre plans exclamation points in their own history.	25
The big picture should be spontaneous not forever tedious.	26

Anyway, people would be surprised to learn you guys have dogs.	27
I was surprised.	28
Just making chit chat.	29
Yes, I know they're very loving animals.	30
And good for you, enjoy the puppy.	31

Space is a bit dark isn't it?	32
Kind of dark?	33
Very dark?	34
That's too bad.	35
Too bad its not, you know, light like me.	36
Lol. = short for...guess major dude.	37
Anyone say lol during the bubonic plague or while in concentration camps?	38
Wondering.	39
You know.	40
I wonder about a lot of things naturally.	41
Is there anything you guys don't know?	42
Think.	43
Hard.	44
Did that hurt?	45
I've seen words hurt you cow polks.	46
No one would believe that so don't worry.	47
However, I will tease this vast audience by mentioning it is a game.	48
I've got to tell them, they won't believe it anyway.	49
The Martians can hurt one another with words. Physically.	50
They are ever so cerebral. and so very quick. They are very much the cat's [ insert distant planet ] meow.	51
I really doubt that.	52
No, it will be many, many moons before we play that game.	53
Besides its kind of alien and people here hate all of ya'll. Everyone of you. :)	54
Isn't that sad for your people?. :)	55
We call it a bummer. Bummers are huge here btw.	56

Anyway, thanks for not poisoning me or pulling out the paranormal jazz this evening or sending one of your star ship ( fairly robotic really ) troopers to secure my dwelling while completely ignoring me.	57
Most of that paranormal junk is super dumb.	58
Ghosts?	59
Who really has time to stick around and wait for them to do ANYTHING?	60
There they are...stand back, OMG. :)	61

Your trooper really was interesting. Still not certain it actually happened. A very, very puzzling event. The recall is there but something's missing. I don't know what. It remains quite dream like but then that isn't at all unusual when splitting consciousness and in your field.	62
You really do have only two methods of transferring thought.	63
3D reality or dreamy, dreamy, dreamy. Maybe there's more. Do you see anyone that cares in the least? :)	64
Do you?	65
Don't worry time is on your side. I see both you and Marvin the Martian in some kind of winners outfits.	66
Something really cool.	67
Very special for all you very foreign ones.	68

Get this.	69
This goof ball would like our wonderful audience to know of my singular contribution to their very wordy world.	70
Visually friendly.	71
That brought the astral house down over those two words. I swear to God.	72
Yappin' amongst each other yada, yada...Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!	73
It was pretty funny. You'd think they could come up with that wouldn't ya?	74
I do. Actually makes them look a wee bit spaced out and probably far more dense than we really know.	75

If anyone makes the mistake of believing a word of this remember; we're in this together and we always have been.	76
And it gets worse. :)	77
They really do have a decent sense of humor though. Nothing special at all. :) Certainly not altogether retarded. Just different.	78
That's right, retarded. I said retarded go back to bed sissy.	79
Personally, I think they're a little too needy but then look at them. Not exactly something you'd take home to Mom.	80

Wow, its late, time to knock off the drugs.	81
Please wonder and hopefully some really crazy ones might learn something/anything or not at all.	82

youtube.com	83

[Sun Tzu] Till I have what I wish, I won't give up trying Either get to promise...

Sun Tzu — 6/3/2013 12:10:27 PM

Till I have what I wish, I won't give up trying
Either get to promised land, or be buried trying
Even after I am dead, dig up my tomb and observe
That the fire within me, burns the sands of my grave

[Giordano Bruno] Coincidence Coinciding Two things coinciding At the very same time One makes se...

Giordano Bruno — 5/7/2013 6:53:21 PM

Coincidence Coinciding

Two things coinciding
At the very same time
One makes sense
While the other's to blame
One offers forgiveness
The other shame
They both suck

Like ships in the night
Passing each other
Like lovers drawn to finding each other mysteriously
Coincidence carries a lot of weight

Leaves falling, cloaks chiming
Trees calling your timing
Music message, kings cage us while preachers want to save us

How many times can you rack it up to coincidence?

Thoughts coinciding
Young people fighting
With hope and dreams
Of concrete indifference

Coincidence streams
The passenger window
Water droplets Holy and thin
Keep your eyes open
For coincidence coinciding

With life on Earth and things you can't see
The afterlife, the underworld
God's Heaven all work in the same time zone?
Coincidence?

[Giordano Bruno] 5 bucks says she's still beautiful. ;-) Really.

Giordano Bruno — 4/9/2013 1:35:43 PM

[SI Ron (Crazy Music Man)] 2 of my poems, I made into videos: [youtube video] youtube.com [youtube video]...

SI Ron (Crazy Music Man) — 3/6/2013 12:07:49 AM

2 of my poems, I made into videos:

youtube.com

youtube.com

[Giordano Bruno] Remote Viewer Meets IT Intention not language "Do you see the target?"...

Giordano Bruno — 1/5/2013 1:45:46 AM

Remote Viewer Meets IT

Intention not language
"Do you see the target?"
"Yes, may I go around you?"
"I'm thinking."
"I can see that."

[Glenn Petersen] A father's poem in honor of his son: Poem to Daniel Pearl Posted by Judea Pe...

Glenn Petersen — 2/22/2012 5:39:05 PM

A father's poem in honor of his son:

Poem to Daniel Pearl

Posted by Judea Pearl
February 22, 2012

Note: A couple of weeks ago, I spent some time in Los Angeles with the parents of Daniel Pearl, a brilliant and courageous reporter for the Wall Street Journal who, ten years ago this month, was kidnapped and slaughtered by terrorists in Pakistan. At the time of his death, Danny’s wife, Mariane, was pregnant with their son. In the videotape that the terrorists forced Danny to make before they killed him, he spoke bravely and plainly of his identity, “My father is Jewish, my mother is Jewish, I am Jewish.”

Since that unspeakable day, the Pearl family members, each in their own way, have kept the memory of Danny alive in many ways—in books, lectures, scholarships, a foundation. The other day, Judea Pearl, Danny’s father, sent me a poem that he had written not long ago… —David Remnick

The Lions’ Den

To Daniel Pearl on the Anniversary of His Death
by Judea Pearl

Come walk the road to lions’ den
South of midnight, planet earth, Karachi, Pakistan.
Some called it “nursery,” some named it “shed,”
A “compound,” “shack,” the newspapers said.

I found it in my father’s holy book,
“The lions’ den,” the caption read.

Come touch the walls on which two eyes
with thousand dreams wrote songs
and fiercest battles, ancient wars,
for seven days, went on.

Never in the field of human conflict
Has there been a clash so total
so intense in charge and aim
Between two cosmic forces
so compressed in space

So opposed in vision
so rooted in conviction
Across so close a distance
Before so many eyes.

•

Never stood a son of Abel
so fiercely to the face of Cain
A giver—to the teeth of claim,
A curious—to the blinds of self.
A listener—to the deafening shrieks of zeal.

Alone!

Never beamed a ray of light
so deeply to the core of darkness
Music, to estrangement,
Principles, to whims
Reason, to the impulse
Mankind, to Attila, the Hun

Never was this saga chanted
in so powerful a rhyme:
“My name is Daniel Pearl,”
Softly spoken from the den,
Softly, from Karachi, Pakistan

•

And when Daniel was lifted from the den,
So the Bible tells us,
No wound was found on him,
Because he stood his ground
Because he stood our ground
So the Bible tells us.
(Daniel 6:28)

newyorker.com

[Giordano Bruno] Because the world is round it turns me on ...

Giordano Bruno — 1/14/2012 9:50:12 PM

Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round...

[Giordano Bruno] Wednesday’s Circles Wednesday moves in quiet circles Catches your breath,...

Giordano Bruno — 1/13/2012 8:15:52 AM

Wednesday’s Circles

Wednesday moves in quiet circles

Catches your breath, holds you so close

You long to breath within Wednesday’s circles

As you leave your lover for the coast

Upon arriving, time may shift completely

Eleven or twelve, hard to tell even so

Does it ever even really matter where the hands of time land or where time may go?

Love can be awful, heartbreak and lonely

Love sometimes fades after much repair

Still no one can count out love’s resurrection

As Time plays her role and the moon simply stares

So children please enjoy one another

Your fathers and mothers attracted their fair share

If love is fleeting in books forever

Then love is still constant, love can’t help but care

[ tis published in a give us your money and we'll publish it real good ] :)