Poetry

[Dekalb_Blues]

There was a young sailor from Brighton,
Who said to his girl, "You've a--"

[font=Times New Roman]...Oh, wait. Sorry, wrong poem, there!  That's the one earmarked for the discussion at ZeroHedge about the Fed's snippy letter to Jamie Dimon at JPMorganChase re. JPMC's naughty derivatives-based high-financial hornswoggling for apocalyptic fun, profit, and kontrol: http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2016-04-15...edia-yawns  Half a tick-- ah, here we are:


    "Rocky, you see, lived down on Long Island somewhere, miles away from New York; and not only that, but he had told me himself more than once that he never got up before twelve, and seldom earlier than one. Constitutionally the laziest young devil in America, he had hit on a walk in life which enabled him to go the limit in that direction. He was a poet. At least, he wrote poems when he did anything; but most of his time, as far as I could make out, he spent in a sort of trance. He told me once that he could sit on a fence, watching a worm and wondering what on earth it was up to, for hours at a stretch.
    He had his scheme of life worked out to a fine point. About once a month he would take three days writing a few poems; the other three hundred and twenty-nine days of the year he rested. I didn't know there was enough money in poetry to support a chappie, even in the way in which Rocky lived; but it seems that, if you stick to exhortations to young men to lead the strenuous life and don't shove in any rhymes, American editors fight for the stuff. Rocky showed me one of his things once. It began:

Be!
Be!
    The past is dead.
    To-morrow is not born.
        Be to-day!
    To-day!
        Be with every nerve,
        With every muscle,
        With every drop of your red blood!
Be!

It was printed opposite the frontispiece of a magazine with a sort of scroll round it, and a picture in the middle of a fairly-nude chappie, with bulging muscles, giving the rising sun the glad eye. Rocky said they gave him a hundred dollars for it, and he stayed in bed till four in the afternoon for over a month."

                                                                    --- from P. G. Wodehouse, "The Aunt and the Sluggard" (1916)
                                                                    http://www.madameulalie.org/strand/The_A...ggard.html


No, hang on, that wasn't the one either. It's just silly, anyway-- we all know Poetry Is Serious Business. [Rifles through tattered scrolls, parchments, and palimpsests in gloom of dusty cobwebbed torchlit archives] Here it is!:



Master Goal

The speed of light is awfully quick
But not as swift as thought.
The runway of your mind is slick,
Hear what the masters taught:
You make the world that you observe
By thinking it to be.
It matches what your thoughts preserve
And faithfully foresee.
In finer realms where you began
Your quest upon the Earth,
You conceived a larger plan
To earn your full self-worth.
Then, as a spirit of the Light
You chose a human gown.
At birth, you were a lustrous sight
--A child of renown.
Now, throughout your life each day
You choose each way to go.
You must pick from thoughts that sway
Between the to and fro.
Align with paths that you prepared
Before you took this trip,
For every choice where you have erred
Was just a minor slip.
And like a philharmonic play
Where everyone has scripts,
You all create the world today,
Right now, and in your crypts.
Again, it all begins with mind,
A colleague of the soul.
Refrain from every thought unkind
--This is your master goal!

--- channeled poem by Neil Z. Miller ("Z-Man"), from his Gadzooks! Extraterrestrial Guide to Love, Wisdom and Happiness (2001) http://thinktwice.com/poems.htm

"Gadzooks! Z-Man hears voices in his head. Benevolent extraterrestrials
wish to communicate with humanity. They succeed in transmitting a series of
poems [in iambic pentameter, forsooth!]. Extraordinary beings from other worlds
offer insight, guidance, and a lyrical blueprint for your spiritual growth."

                                                                                     -- Amazon.com blurb

"January 3, 2001
Dear Children of God,
We are here to help you cast aside self-made barriers to clear perceptions
of God's existence. As you move forward into your spiritual identity, greater
aspects of the whole will be revealed. Retain this vision, for it is your lifeline
to God's reality.
You live during a time of profound developments. Massive shifts in
consciousness are sweeping across the planet. Opposition in many forms
will try to impede your advancement. Although some of this resistance will
be consciously perpetrated, much of it will be mindlessly manifested. The
remainder exists solely within your own mind. It has no other reality save
that which you attribute it with.
Think on these things. Then move ahead, slowly at first, seeking God's
guidance on the important matters. Remain confident that He has a plan for
you. Realize that you are an integral member of His legion of light bearers.
Who are we? We are God's extraterrestrial emissaries acting on His
behalf. But please don't accept our claims; discover the truth on your own."

                                                                     -- from Gadzooks! preface



　
Members of Our Crew

Some bones that lie beneath the ground
Will leave the world aghast,
For when these ancient limbs are found
You will rewrite the past.
We mention this so you will know
That when this day arrives
Your true galactic roots will show
How long the truth survives.
So many, many years before
A cunning snake told Eve,
"An apple tastes good to the core;
You are much too naïve,"
A spaceship from a distant place
Flew to Earth and landed.
It contained a higher race
Of beings who disbanded.
They mingled with the native hordes
And spread their seeds as well.
The masses thought of them as lords
Who taught them to excel.
Later, when their jobs were done
They had to say good-bye.
Of course, this saddened everyone
And caused a mass outcry.
They promised to return one day
When they are needed most.
"We'd really like for you to stay!"
Implored their loving host.
So some of them remained behind
To teach all that they knew,
Until they died for you to find
Lost members of our crew.


http://news.discovery.com/history/archaeology/ancient-cranial-deformations-121219.htm [Memory-holed & replaced with now-ubiquitous species
of seemingly-legit but-utter-bullshit-filled space-filling pseudowebsite]
https://web.archive.org/web/201603100157...121219.htm
　
http://www.nationalufocenter.com/artman/uploads/16egyptianprincess.jpg

https://duckduckgo.com/?q=aliens+with+elongated+skulls&t=h&iax=1&ia=images&iai=https%3A%2F%2Flandofkam.files.wordpress.com%2F2013%2F10%2Felonga.jpg

http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/21/3e/0d/213e0d36cb59fb9131b1c5e66c4a621c.jpg


Figure 1. Acquisition signal (Signpost SETI). One SETI rationale is that the signal we are looking for in the microwave regime may only be a beacon. This beacon might point the way to the main signal channel elsewhere in the electromagnetic spectrum.
http://www.coseti.org/paper_01.htm

Further up this alley:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poems-about-aliens
http://www.humancolony.org/galactic-poetry/ [site defunct]
https://web.archive.org/web/201703180344...ic-poetry/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfYfOgRCbIQ
Cheers! [/font]