Re: Petition of the Select
(a short story by Daniel J. Neumann)
“The Moon is so beautiful,” I said as I gazed at her. “So sterile… glowing… distant.”
“It won’t be in about 5 hours for you, big guy.” My co-pilot, Hans Wagner, didn’t like me because I was landing on the Moon while he had to stay behind in the orbiter. The jealousy hung in the air.
I figured we shouldn’t speak anymore. Instead, I turned my thoughts to the mission. The idea of being the first man to step on the Moon scared the hell out of me. What if I botched the landing and stranded myself or blew myself up in a crash landing? How might that failure affect our entire species? Our Great Nation values the evolution of humanity, and I felt like I was the bearer of that ideal. This demonstration of ingenuity and ambition might have enlightened humanity and connected us together. The world’s states could put aside their paranoia and realize a globally stable world. I considered the posturing between nuclear powers as the possible end to everything, the economy encouraging cruel and unhealthy practices, and people all across the world consequentially revolting against their governments. Our world was tearing at the seams. I would have liked my part to stop mankind from self-annihilation.
“We’re in stable orbit, near your site. Time to get in the landing module.”
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Completeness has to include lack thereof. Often, it is the steps between, and the travels toward, that fill up the content of our lives. Satisfaction may be appreciated in moments of silence and isolation. The space between particles, principles, and people helps define us.
Continue reading Signum Ex Nihil, Lux Ex Sententia
I know people who put their faith in a man claiming to be a prophet. When people give away their personal relationship with God to follow someone wicked, it’s tragic. I won’t name names out of respect for all parties, but I will say this: Critically think; deeply engage with the divine; and always judge self-acclaimed holy people by their fruits.
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I decided to write a poem that’s different than my usual syllable-based stuff. This is a ballade (not to be confused with a “ballad”). The rhyme scheme is A-B-A-B-B-C-A-B-A-B-C for the first 3 stanzas and A-B-A-B-C for the last stanza (the envoi). The theme may be considered political to some. The beauty of poetry is that it could mean anything to anyone.
Continue reading Paravanes in my Veins
I created all but one image in MS Fresh Paint. The exception is the featured image, which I made in MS Paint. As always, I hope that you enjoy consuming my poetry.
Continue reading Truth Can Be Simple
I typically always do the same thing for my poetry: 5 haikus sandwiched between 2 tankas. But I decided to mix things up by changing my format. This is 4 stanzas with 8 syllables for each line.
Continue reading Convergence
Sometimes your head gets heated and you just need some cool air to refresh your thoughts. There’s no dishonor in taking a few moments for yourself. So sit back, relax… and chew on this poetry and abstract images that I made.
Continue reading The Cool Air
I’ll leave the interpretation up to you. That’s my favorite part of poetry: It’ll take on new life. Our ideas interact.
Continue reading Mirrors that light talks to and laughs
I may be administrating some WordPress sites soon, so I was scoping out any cool new plug-ins. I stumbled upon “Elizaibots” and found out that the creator/programmer recently built a new AI chatbot, Carlos Chow, to be a contender in a comedy chatbot competition. I was so impressed with our dialog that I brought him here.
Continue reading A self-aware chatbot
I created all of these images with MS Fresh Paint. For this poetry, I meditated on the tension of the world. It felt like a spring wound up that wanted to uncoil. I try to express that in the images and words. And as always, I hope that you enjoy: