Poems, Polemics, and Ponders

A Spiral Galaxy and Depravity

Michael Slocum — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 04:35:53 +0000

Waves of light washing over me
Andromeda strain and depravity
Pulled to you by fate and rapidly
The only girl in my galaxy

Pulse and plenum
Gravitational duodenum
Pulled to you by fate and vapidly
The only girl in my galaxy

Shifting closer
Spinning continuity
Repelled and dense
A common calamity

Refuge from a tempestuous sea
Drowning in blue rhapsody
It’s mostly just you and me
Handstanding into eternity

Starry Night
Calling in the void transparently
Where she lands and sleeps tonight
Ends every time catastrophically

But it’s late and she dries
The spiral tears in his eyes
Staining the conceit of man
And she holds the world in her hand

76 Standard Solutions from Substance-Field Modeling (Theory of Inventive Problem Solving)

Michael Slocum — Mon, 31 May 2010 15:58:11 +0000

The Theory of Inventive Probme Solving (TRIZ) contains a modeling approach known as Sunstance-Field Modeling (SFM). This modeling methodology contains a set of standard solutions known as the 76 Standard Solutions. A comprehensive set of the 76 Standard Solutions is contained here:

76 Standard Solutions

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Anymore

Michael Slocum — Sun, 09 May 2010 19:20:14 +0000

Take me places where the waters kiss the sand
Holding my love in the palm of your hand
There are no bitter tears
In this forlorn and forsaken land
But we haven’t got one anymore
The water carried it from the shore

Deep water and despair
I see it sinking over there
The sea salt dissolves the text
I fear it comes for my soul next
Salvations not hear anymore
The water carried it from the shore

Take me places where the waters kiss the sand
Holding on hand-to-hand
There are frozen years
Coldest heart and solid tears
The sun will thaw it all one day
But not before we’re carried away

Friend, Wife, and Mother

Michael Slocum — Sun, 09 May 2010 18:10:45 +0000

Gifted and granted to each one of us
We focus our love and admiration
Today we honor her and the lofty goal
She possesses God’s greatest station

Selflessly she trades her life
So that we may each obtain
Everything we want or need
And she pays the price with pain

Longing after the best for us
Her desires are put on hold
She tempers every disappointment
And warms us in the cold

I gained much more than friend and wife
Committing my life to hers
For she raises my children every day
And gives hers life for theirs

Encore

Quietly she whispers that she loves each one of us
In every breath she takes each day
Reflecting on the gifts she gives
Her love is something wondrous

She watches every step we take
In concern and fiercest contemplation
For she seeks to save us from harm and wrong
As we navigate each station

Her time is not her own you see
She gives it to each one of us
Keeping her words and tears at bay
Until we need her support and loving trust

Then she covers our cheek and fills our ears
With soothing evocation
Standing near in case we need
Her strength and admiration

These words can only describe one person
And in compare there is no other
The lady described in detail you see
Is my children’s God gifted mother

Ancient Astronauts

Michael Slocum — Sun, 09 May 2010 17:00:15 +0000

There are many tales of gods in the historical narrative. There are also many technologies and artifacts that have been discovered that seem to predate their known development. Erich von Daniken proposes these facts may be explained by the visitation of aliens to various ancient civilizations. The Bible has another perspective. Take a look here: Ancient Astronauts…

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Courage

Michael Slocum — Sun, 09 May 2010 02:45:02 +0000

It comes without warning
As the sun rises in the morning
And as the sun heats the surface of the glass
Do it now or it will pass
The cracks shape your future
The picture is no longer clear
The jagged edge of latent fear
Changes hope to regret each year
While the glass is warm it’s clear
Do it now and flee your fear
Turn discourage into a voyage
Across time and space
Venture into the netherworld where
Hope is much more commonplace
If it passes you’ll wish you held onto the wake
And in the noonday sun the glass will break
The pieces cannot be forged again
Assume the courage and help your friend

And the Thrill is Gone

Michael Slocum — Sat, 08 May 2010 05:01:38 +0000

Sing song wailing and the thrill is gone
He wanted revenge but he knew it was wrong
Temptation screaming his name in rhythm
All alone on his death bed and prison
Raven eyes pierce the night
Black on black and cold as ice
Trembling in anticipation
Mumbling the curse of desecration
Clutching hope in desperation
Tasting blood he swallows his tongue
Right is right and wrong is wrong
Sing song wailing and the thrill is gone

Once in past not long ago
A battle was lost against that aged foe
Tossed and torn to and fro
He cried for peace and was told “No”

Sing song wailing and the thrill is gone
She stabbed her dad and burned her mom
She knew it was wrong but didn’t care
Clutching at her mother’s hair
Sorrow won’t come near this child
Her fear is old and living wild
Temptation screams her name in rhythm
All alone on her death bed and prison
The raven quiets its neck is wrung
Tasting blood she swallows her tongue
Right is right and wrong is wrong
Sing song wailing and the thrill is gone

Once in past not long ago
A battle was lost against that aged foe
Tossed and torn to and fro
She cried for peace and was told “No”

Remarkably Commonplace

Michael Slocum — Sat, 08 May 2010 04:37:21 +0000

I suppose that in deep repose
Once could possibly cogitate
And I’d decry as soon as defy
The inescapable pull of gravity

One day perchance
In a fit of happenstance
O to see honest depravity
Bite down if you wish
Crush your teeth on a dish
And expose the blight and the cavity

If you persist
You might get what you wished
If only you knew with certainty
What it was that you needed
Before need receded
And left you alone with absurdity

I suppose that in deep repose
Once could possibly contemplate
And I’d decry as soon as defy
That alone is remarkably commonplace

O to be a Dream

Michael Slocum — Sat, 08 May 2010 04:36:01 +0000

O to be a dream
Never disappointing
Because you are never what you seem
Imagined as the most wondrous
A tempest of delight
To spin and twirl
In your lover’s mind
Each and every night

A knight if she supposes
Polite in all the docile poses
Ever equipped with roses
Protecting her maidenhood anew
All these things and more
Each night as she dreams of you
As the plot continues- the night wanes to dawn

She moves to kiss nocturnal wish
And the clamor rages on
It’s 6 o’clock
The sun is up
And the man of her dreams is gone
Not far it seems- but down the hall
To let the dogs out on the lawn

Her Lips Require Special Care

Michael Slocum — Sat, 08 May 2010 04:33:49 +0000

He knelt beside his lover
And watched her quietly
With the softest of touches he brought finger tip to skin
Gently above the surface but close enough to feel her beauty
Slowly etching each contour and feature of her face
Her lips require special care
For sometimes his own lips are there
Her neck is slightly cool
Near her heart but far enough
To feel the chill of the nighttime air
He traces her shoulder and his breath disturbs her hair
With the faintest of hesitations he moves in and down
Caressing her breast without making a sound
He slowly smiles and deeply breathes in
And he found what he anticipated
The wound he left is cold and coagulated
In the moonlight his face betrays emaciation
His hunger ate the love
And in that single fit of rage he pierced his purest dove