z-Force Majeure
How then does Force Majeure
threaten all existence;
often wielded by the bluntest instrument?
How can it be
that rank murder
can Imagination extinguish?
How can human genius be crushed
by a louts blow,
ignorant of kindness
or the million years it took
to create the opposable thumb
then used to bludgeon the human skull.
What justice is there then
in a world so arduously created
but so easily destroyed
by means foul and low?
Why does Nature provide
for evolution's progress
yet not allow it to survive,
but instead subject us to the lows
and highs
of periodic extinguishments,
of starting over and over again
with new blueprints
for new flora and fauna,
which after millennia
can be dashed by a another rock
incoming from outer space?
Where is the plan here?
Where is the justice scale
which makes this make sense?
If we then succumb to flaming craters
or rampant disease
if all Genius can be murdered
on the dark streets,
What wherefore is the point here?
Such gloom and toil
aways there
looms over every tree
and every unsuspecting fleur de lis.
Nature herself cannot be the blame
for nature too blows up in fiery steam.
Where then is the locus true;
the Explanation Grandiloquent
which fixes the true locus of blame?
Is all Cold Physics;
random luck
and ugly death in
future states?
Does honor lay
in resisting this fate;
to struggle against the
the Extinguishment Date?
Too weighty here
for me to see.
I lay me down
Headache Bound
to contemplate
this another day
but understanding
thus;
that the end is never the end
but only the pause
before the new blueprint
and the story
renews.
Our burden is renewal;
death gives way to the new
but,
then again
all that sounds
very familiar too.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sonnet: Such Blaming is Futile
Why blame poor Death when it does its duty?
Why blame the land for becoming desert?
Why blame Nature for unleashing fury?
Why blame dame Luck for being so inert?
Why blame the Sun for scorching summer’s heat?
Why blame the winter for its freezing cold?
Why blame the Wind for turning land less neat?
Why blame women for asking diamonds, gold?
Why blame the Sky for not bringing the Rain?
Why blame the Air for becoming so foul?
Why blame the nerves for sensation of pain?
Why blame the devils for your sinful soul?
Why blame the Stars for good or bad life brings?
Why blame your God for bad turn of some things?
poem by John Celes
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Steam
Ah steam
You know it's steam
It's now been fifteen days since you've been steamed at me
And I don't want your frustration and your madness
Pushed and blamed on me
'Cos you're crazy through the day
And you're crazy through the night
And, what the hell, you've been crazy all your life
And I don't want people thinking I'm not treating you right
It's the nature of it
Steam
It's the nature of it,
Steam
When you 're saying those things
that you don't really mean
You can blame it on the rain
You can blame it on the heat
It's the nature of it
Steam
You seem to put it all on me
The sky, your health
Your dreams and your beliefs
And I seem to protect and respect everything
too naturally
Steam,
You know it's steam
More days, more days
I'm steamed in every way
I said, no way, no way,
I'm steamed in every way
You can blame it on the rain
You can blame it on the heat
It's the nature of it
Steam
It's the nature of it,
Steam
When you 're saying those things
that you don't really mean
You can blame it on the rain
You can blame it on the heat
It's the nature of it
Steam
More days, more days
I'm steamed in every way
I said, no way, no way,
I'm steamed in every way
I said more days, more days,
I'm steamed in every way
I said, no way, no way,
This is where I stay.
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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A Man Who Knows Much About Nature
He has not been to college or uni and for so called success in life he does not have much to show
But about flora and fauna and Nature there is so much he seems to know
He knows all of the trees in the Parkland by the bark or the leaves that they wear
A man who knows much about Nature and for the health of Nature he care.
A man who knows much about nature by their songs the birds he recognize
He like the quiet place in the country far removed from human made noise
In the shadow of a tree by the river the sun shining bright in the sky
Listening to birds singing around him such moments of peace he enjoy.
He like places without man's buildings away from the noise of the street
A quiet place in Nature's own kingdom where the creek and the river meet
Where lark he is soaring and singing as upward and upwards he fly
He has been a student of Nature ever since he was a young school going boy.
A man who knows much about Nature and to Nature he remains true
And Nature needs all of her good friends for Nature's good friends are too few
The weekend finds him in a quiet place on a sunny day sitting by a tree
Near where the creek flows into the river the river that flows to the sea.
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Murder is Bad and Why?
The Man spoke:
'It is in the murdering' he said
that I find the most puzzlement.
Why should I or anyone not murder
one and all. It is, I think, human's basic instinct.
'Look' he said to the priest 'is not all of history;
more a story of murderous war than peace and tranquility?
'So what is most common to human nature?
Seems clear to me, humans murder their fellows, rest up during the peace
and, as soon as possible, get back to the murdering.'
The priest:
'Murder is wrong in God's eyes and in the eyes of society and
the murderer will pay with fire and brimstone, and the death penalty.
Ending murder is the bedrock of all society, even pirates have a code
that says don't murder your fellows.
Humm, said the man 'Society has several faces; it is ok to murder in war, but
not in peace. Where here is the consistency?
Even your God says do not take life but vengeance is mine and murdering in retaliation, he says, is mine. Seems murder is at best relative; sometimes the act of the monster and sometimes the act of the hero in war.
Who decides which is which; and I tell you father I see no hand of God in this but that of politicians. And no one will mistake them for God.
The Sociologist spoke then:
Well, here the point is clear; we kill those who threaten the peace and make society impossible by preying upon the weak. Without restraint bandits and warlords would rule, look abroad Iraq, Afghanistan and the rest. Rule by guns and by the strong is a recipe in the end for mankind's extinction. Therefore, we have the rule murder is not only bad, but stopping murder promotes the good.
The Little Girl:
I think God, and society makes murder bad to protect the children. I think God and society makes things crimes to protect us from adults who would be cruel and leave no one to grow up to inherit this earth.
The Democrat:
There lies the convincing point. Murder is bad because not murdering gives the species a better chance at survival. What species eat their young and have survived? None.
But the larger point is I think is that the genius needed for society to meet all its challenges cannot be predicted. Therefore, all must be preserved because no one can predict from where, or whom, critical keys to human survival will evince.
Take Einstein: who would have made the prediction that a math-challenged youngster would change the world? No one. So the point, kill no one since you are not God and can't know where human salvation will come from.
The Priest said:
Yes, and imagine the world, if Jesus had lived.
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Man v/s Nature
There are two living things on this earth,
Man and Nature whom god has given birth.
Man consists of human beings,
Nature consists of Flora and Fauna which are the King and Queen.
Nature and Man are fighting to receive the title of most powerful,
This conflict is very dreadful.
Earth’s destroyers are Man and Nature,
These both have become cruel creatures.
Nature is destroying Man,
And Man is putting on Nature – a ban.
Oh! Almighty take from Man and Nature your good wishes and boon,
Otherwise, they will destroy Earth soon.
(Copyright reserved. Gautam Sharma)
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No appearance
The sun did not appear today
It appeared as if dark is going to stay
We have no no other means to find the way
Still there is hope and ray
Can I not see it through naked eye?
Can we not analyze and ask why?
Why can't we see the broad day light?
Do we have so vision or sight?
All celestial bodies perform their duty
This is only admirable thing with natural beauty
They do not pause for the moment and perform
We only remain ignorant and do not confirm
Our life may certainly be in dark
We may not be able to see light or spark
We have not noticed the abnormal happening
This was there well from the beginning
The black clouds emerge and threaten
They may down pour and flood even
We may have no chance to recover from shock
As we have failed to take note or stock
Always we claim to be simple human
Deserved to be pardoned as man or woman
We commit and err regularly but do not reform
Still we deserve o be blessed with good form
This is human tendency must prevail and be permanent
There is chance for recovery and improvement
We got to learn the lesson from past mistakes
Every time no cause should be advanced or staked
We tend to forget very easily
Go for any temptation readily
We are prepared to spend time on useless things
Though it know fact that it has to offer nothing
So despite clear light we live in dark
We fail to grasp and find no good start
We blame it on luck and nature
Where we are not sure of future
We need to observe it minutely
Though it may be realized lately
Still it is not to late to come to the sense
There is still no need to remain tense
We may take it lightly and ignore
We have lost the appetite to explore
We can hope and do more
There is enough to be done and awaiting in store
If nature do not commit any blunder
Why are we so casual and afraid of thunder?
We are not starved of any blessings
We must see and ensure of no missing
We shall come up with the change
It may be new start of the page
It is not late even at this stage
We may prove and definitely come of the age
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In Karma The Price We Must Pay
Birds and arboreal animals need every bush and tree
When their homes are destroyed by humans they must fight for a new territory
And if in securing new homes they are unsuccessful they become homeless and slowly die
I speak a fact of Nature and Nature does not lie.
The wildlife where trees are removed must search for homes elsewhere
Others they must try for to dispossess one reason wild creatures are becoming rare
Is that their habitat is being destroyed due to human financial greed
That the root cause of species extinction leads to human kind is so sad to say indeed.
Humans wage war on their own kind and war on Nature as well
How this will affect future generations of humans only time alone will tell
That what we do to Nature to our own selves we do is true
Since from her we will receive the Karma the Karma we are due.
Birds and arboreal animals need trees to live on and when their trees are cut away
They will have to fight for homes elsewhere since where they are they cannot stay
What goes around always comes around as some do like to say
And for our abuse of Nature in Karma the price we must pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Sonnet: Don’t Blame Nature
Why challenge Mother Nature, man, in vain?
Accept her superiority and pow’r;
One can’t traverse with equal speed each lane;
Take blame for every flood, wind, drought and show’r!
When hot, the excess steam must be let off;
When cold, one needs to cover to gain heat;
When Nature’s in a furious mood, don’t scoff;
Find solutions better and don’t retreat.
When Nature sends a breeze, man loves her touch;
When Nature blows a wind fierce, men rant, rave;
Yet, Nature balances her acts so much;
From natural disasters, man ought to save.
Align with Nature: Love the way she works;
But cursing God brings man more Nature’s jerks!
Dr John Celes 9-6-2005
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Sonnet: Rules Are Alike For All
When Nature strikes with force devastating,
The brunt of it is borne by poor brethren-
A story true, perhaps everlasting;
Unspared are rich, believers and heathen!
Unsafe remains a palace on a rock!
Unharnessed Nature ruthlessly behaves;
Without a key, it opens any lock;
None can escape- the ‘haves’, ‘have-nots’ or aves.
That Nature can be brutal is well-known;
Why blame it for the lack of man’s fore-sight;
His intellect must help man not to moan;
Yet, man is blind in darkness and in light!
Why Nature must maintain a constant clime?
The soul of man isn’t sin-free all the time.
Dr John Celes 9-6-2005
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The Damned
My days are haunted by the thought
Of men in coils of Justice caught
With stone and steel, in chain and cell,
Of men condemned to living hell,--
Yet blame them not.
In my sun-joy their dark I see:
For what they are and had to be
Blame Nature, red in tooth and claw,
Blame laws beyond all human law,
--Blame Destiny.
Behind blind walls I see them go,
Grim spectres of eternal woe,
Drained grey of hope, dead souls of self-slain,--
And yet I know with pang of pain
It must be so.
I know that brother's blood they've spilt,
And sons of Cain must pay their guilt;
I know the deviltries that stem
From dark abyss we must condemn;
I know that but for heaven's grace
We might be rotting in their place:
--God pity them!
poem by Robert William Service
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Nature Is A Great Wonder - I
Time watching all, Space includes within
Everything – air, fire, water and matter!
Nature is a great wonder, a myriad mystery
Making man a mystic in search of truth.
But, for the scientist Nature is physics
With Space, energy, matter and Time
Working under the Laws of Nature!
Religionists believe that the Laws of man
May be hoodwinked but not that of Dharma,
The Will of God, following which only
Natural justice or order can be maintained!
Beauty cheers the mood of man ever
By freshness, freedom, truth and order!
Beauty of Nature satisfies man’s taste
For aesthetic love with joy and pleasure!
As mother, scenes of nature encourage
And satisfy man according to his mood!
No one is desolate and forlorn as pauper
Or orphan as Nature compensates all losses!
Even worn out souls, at last, resorting to Nature
Have attained enlightenment and turned new leaf.
For the intellectuals too Nature is best philosopher
Giving great ideas to change the world for the better.
Happy times of past in Nature cannot come again
But the joyful thoughts ever linger on alive in memory!
Recollection of such joyful experience in Nature gives
Rapture, rejuvenation and rehabilitation to human spirit!
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The World's All Right
Be honest, kindly, simple, true;
Seek good in all, scorn but pretence;
Whatever sorrow come to you,
Believe in Life's Beneficence!
The World's all right; serene I sit,
And cease to puzzle over it.
There's much that's mighty strange, no doubt;
But Nature knows what she's about;
And in a million years or so
We'll know more than to-day we know.
Old Evolution's under way --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Could things be other than they are?
All's in its place, from mote to star.
The thistledown that flits and flies
Could drift no hair-breadth otherwise.
What is, must be; with rhythmic laws
All Nature chimes, Effect and Cause.
The sand-grain and the sun obey --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Just try to get the Cosmic touch,
The sense that "you" don't matter much.
A million stars are in the sky;
A million planets plunge and die;
A million million men are sped;
A million million wait ahead.
Each plays his part and has his day --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Just try to get the Chemic view:
A million million lives made "you".
In lives a million you will be
Immortal down Eternity;
Immortal on this earth to range,
With never death, but ever change.
You always were, and will be aye --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Be glad! And do not blindly grope
For Truth that lies beyond our scope:
A sober plot informeth all
Of Life's uproarious carnival.
Your day is such a little one,
A gnat that lives from sun to sun;
Yet gnat and you have parts to play --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
And though it's written from the start,
Just act your best your little part.
Just be as happy as you can,
And serve your kind, and die -- a man.
Just live the good that in you lies,
And seek no guerdon of the skies;
Just make your Heaven here, to-day --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
Remember! in Creation's swing
The Race and not the man's the thing.
There's battle, murder, sudden death,
And pestilence, with poisoned breath.
Yet quick forgotten are such woes;
On, on the stream of Being flows.
Truth, Beauty, Love uphold their sway --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
The World's all right; serene I sit,
And joy that I am part of it;
And put my trust in Nature's plan,
And try to aid her all I can;
Content to pass, if in my place
I've served the uplift of the Race.
Truth! Beauty! Love! O Radiant Day --
What ho! the World's all right, I say.
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Nature's Beauty Being Destroyed
They know little of life and even less of Nature though they have what matters most
And that is heaps of money something worthy of a boast
For money speaks every language as some are known to say
That's how it is and will remain in the World of today.
Mature trees to them are just trees for development for to be cut down
For to build another industrial estate in the outskirts of the town
In their greed for money if wildlife they dispossess they do not even care
Of how Nature works and of Nature's ways people like them unaware.
Nature's beauty being destroyed by those with greed for money and power and that does seem sad to say
And those with heaps of money it does seem never fail to have their way
If they loved Nature more than self gain and power a better World it would surely be
To them another creature is expendable and a tree is just a tree.
Climate change is rampant in the World from north to southern shore
And Nature who has many friends of enemies seem to have more
Our price it may be too high to pay for the stupidity of human greed
In this time of global warming and climate change this is something we do not need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A geometry implies the heterogeneity of locus, namely that there is a locus of the Other. Regarding this locus of the Other, of one sex as Other, as absolute Other, what does the most recent development in topology allow us to posit?
quote by Jacques Lacan
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Justice is the One who gives Life on Me
For the people who seek for comfort or dead mercy,
Their fairness sob and yet still strife for their right,
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
My eyes shed tears, my heart crumpled tenderly
Cries of beggar and poor who gleamed on my sight,
For only Justice is the one who gives life on me.
The soul who screams, murdered by hatred and fury,
By means of politics, they were killed and cause blight
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
Such criminals must be punish and injured severely,
Either they’ll tell the truth or lie, a freedom to fight,
For only Justice is the one who gives life for me.
Unjust power, ways of government over sovereignty,
To rule the nation seeking in dark the hopes in light
Yet, rage against the death of justice before it will be.
Hearts and souls are estranged on life that’s so unlucky,
And unfair and believers grasp on their faith; hold on tight,
And rage against the death of justice before it will be,
For only Justice, Justice and Justice…
Which the one who gives life to me.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
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White Butterflies
Their beauty sad to say will not last long a few days to live that is all
The white butterflies in the garden on this warm day in the Fall
So little time in their bloom of beauty to mate and lay their eggs and to fly
Around the wildflowers and the flowering bushes when the sun shines bright in the sky
Of death they would not have a sense of but a few days in time to them must seem long
Their is so much to learn of Nature though Nature keeps proving us wrong
So innocent in their great beauty they are as natural as bird song
And so soon to return to Nature for to Nature they surely belong,
In the sky they seem to be dancing perhaps in a courtship display
Of butterfly life i am ignorant and my assumptions a guess anyway
As butterflies their's is a brief existence their life span is forty eight hours
They will be outlived by most insects and they will be outlived by the flowers
In a few days they will be with Nature as Nature takes back
what she does create
In the sunshine they flit through the garden seemingly quite unaware of their fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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We are Animal
Stop.
These arrogant beliefs.
You call yourself Human?
Humanity is a serration
That tears apart the
Earthly realm they claim to own,
Thrusting other creatures
Away, uncaring.
You, Human,
Are no better.
You are not a guardian,
And they, not resources.
Humans and Falcons,
Lions and Salmon.
Perceive, Human,
I am Animal.
How dare you call others
Bestial, whilst you create napalm?
How dare you say others
Do not comprehend?
Do you read their minds?
Understand, Human,
They are Animal.
To you, reaver,
I say you
Do not comprehend
How similar you are.
What Human is more loyal than a Dog?
What Human is more powerful than a Bull?
All that makes you strong
Is the destructive technology
You invent. You have an
Egocentric concept of Human
Superiority.
When another Animal
Wounds a Human,
They are put to
Death.
Yet when a Human Kills
Ten Wolf and twenty Raven,
Slaughters thirty Deer
And turns a beautiful Ecosystem
To dust,
He is
Fined.
This is justice?
Fathom, Human,
You are Animal.
Your persistent idea
That you are different,
However, is correct,
You are not the same
As any other Animal.
Nature has granted you great
Intelligence. But this is
Just as a cheetah has speed.
So why are you so Ignorant?
What flawed conception
Made you think
You are so
Special?
Realize, Human,
We are Animal.
poem by Bryce Aubrey
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The Goddess Of Nature Will Be Living On
When all who live now to the reaper have gone
The Goddess of Nature will be living on
Like the Seasons the generations of people they come and they go
But Nature's own Goddess of death will never know,
When i am not here in some future Spring
The pee wee in the old Town Parkland will sing
And where wild things do live and where wildflowers abound
The Goddess of Nature she is to be found,
The stillness of death awaits you and i
But the Goddess of Nature she will never die
The beauty she creates all around us to see
And her birds chirp and whistle on shrub, bush and tree
And she has inspired writers to story and rhyme
The Goddess of Nature who does not age in time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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