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Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

 

Perpetuity

 

Risograph art, like Peter Max’s pop images in the 1960s, became notorious.

Sarcopenia occurred among simple denizens and those fashioned like Arnold

Schwarzenegger. After all, difficult family members were vainglorious in deeds.

Yet, valetudinarians worried about whether their peers retained muscle mass or not.

They forgot that instrumental behaviors are means for acting, are etiquette (inversely,

Intrinsic behaviors, are ends for acting, are the technical subject substance of “ethics.”)

There’s a vast difference between magic and liturgy, yet, in past dystopias when we were

Alienated from the Path of the Just, our allegiance to Goodness was piecemeal, incomplete.

 

In consequence, obsequious denizens demolished us, putrefied systemic frameworks.

Prior to the printing press, knowing one’s self was peculiar. Thereafter, self-ignorance

Was mental illness. Nonetheless, across eras, wordsmiths continued to revere language’s

Potency, still pedestaled the careful use of verbs, nouns, adverbs, adjectives, conjunctions.

“Appropriate care” could have meant “meeting standards.” Apophenia remained helpful as Well as other species of associative cognitions. Assiduous discourse remained valuable. Spit Balling during ordinary exchanges, the same, provided useful results for tree frogs, teenagers.

Meanwhile, laboratory tests for pokeweed’s toxicity were insufficient; one droplet was lethal.

 

Formerly, Cartesian epistemology was popular. Phenomenology, history, like

Development, objective wisdom/subjective words’ juncture, not prescriptions,

Descriptions, theories of  “obligation,” were supreme. Apart  from “good” with

“Virtue,” there existed many ways to intellectualize “ethics.” Hurrah! We assessed

Ttextural contrasts between smooth, gas-discharge tubes, besides brick & aluminium

Facades (notwithstanding common disinterest in beer brands and in correctly spelling Businesses’ names.) Rhetoric had limited potency. Thus, we needed figures pertaining

To all manner of dental floss, flutterbyes, plastic camels, eggnog mixes, gardening tools.

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Dolor

 

Immense sorrow oft jumps from poignant gaffs,

From being impaled by barbed remarks, hooks

Fated to pierce esteem. There’s nought sapid as

Our wee children, time after time, emulate sibs,

Withdraw from family soirées, or else sanction

Holidays as lonely affairs bereft of their smiles.

 

If only ollas could stockpile yesterday’s warmth,

We could habitually hydrate by means of drops,

Ignore episodes of anguished, desiccating bizes.

Sometimes, relatives portion no common marks

No shared triumph ‘o hardship, merely cerebral

Violence plus reckless, fundamental misfortune.

 

Our ordinary oratory knows nothing from poetry,

Ideas, questions. It lacks firm, general substance,

Signifies communication responsibility will not

Include extreme leaps between power and verity.

Instead, it culminates in missed creativity, never

Understanding, conscience, or reciprocated love.

 

Prescribed virtue not once banished fear, elsewise

Curbed base passions. Free experimentation culls

Missed excellence (form and style whirl between

Unclear morality and overarching uncertainty to

Evidence the changes in intellectual experiences

That customarily call for principled culpability.)

 

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

 

Tenia

 

Flat, ribbon-like blessings are no more mystical than gravel.

Rather, we ought to improve spiritual practices by continuously,

Predictably, opening ourselves to joy.

 

The meaning assigned to morality ebbs & flows is per social

Custom. Evaluative expressions, not factual premises, rule our

Perceptions of reality.

 

By learning to listen, we display caring regard for  dear ones.

Good decisions rely on gathering information from the people

We value most.

 

 

a line, (a blue one)

 

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