Category Archives: J Jay Samuel Davis

Isaac Newton

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Hailed as one of the greatest minds to come out of the 17th century, Isaac Newton single handedly found his own science. Before Newton, there was no physics. Before Newton, there was no calculus. Before Newton, universal laws that govern the unknown were all but that – unknown. This is his story.

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“QUID PRO LOVE!” a poem October 21, 2018 – Sunday!

Some folks live by “quid pro quo;”

The love in that? Well, I don’t know,

For QUID PRO QUO means: “This For That,”

And-IF-you-only-give-for-THAT (pause) – Where’s LOVE at?

For, IF you can – always-return-the-favor,

Then, my Friend, you may-never savor,

A-TRUE-GIFT-to-you – given-with LOVING GRACE:

LOVE EXPECTS NO RETURN, for IT comes from a place,

Of beauty and favor, infinite in scope,

And The Gift is (so) FREE – so-filled with hope,

That IT FLOWS – to-fulfill – Your Life of Dreams,

It flows on-“God’s Love,” on glorious beams,

Of Golden Light – from-The-Temple-of-(Giving-and)-Care!

Quid Pro LOVE – is-received – through prayer!! 🙂

fin ❤

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ofw6JP-11hU

Mystic POET

“THE MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR!” a poem a.k.a.: “A Mind-Matter-Body For Dottie!” October 21, 2018 – SUN dai

See! All the clever examples of “sympathetic magic?”

“We love to play games,: and-I-say-”It’s SO-TRAGIC!”

We revel in the misery and woe we (SEEM to) create:

I wonder IF it’s possible-NOT-to-do-this!

(Wouldn’t-it-be-great?)

WE LOVE PLAYING GAMES! WE LOVE THE LIES!

They seem, I guess, so comforting! Is-this ANY surprise?

Psycho-somatic Illness?! – for – PSYCHOS WE-ALL-M U S T-BE,

To-allow the-medical-systems to flourish (pause) CONSTANT-a-LY!

Are we sick? or just-seeking? (pause) Seeking some balance,

IF we’re balancing,

Shouldn’t-we

Really-Give-Allowance,

For-our-bodies TO WORK;

Shouldn’t-we-AID-their-process, Good Turk,

And not be hostile towards IT, but kiss & cradle?

But, NO! We resist (pause) persisting in The Fable:

THAT TRANSFERENCE EXISTS;

And, so, our LOVE of MAGIC persists!

“WE’RE NOT SICK!” say some less-magic Teaching;

But CLEANSING! Towards health! (Am I really preaching?)

To THE CHOIR? Or – have we lost all song,

So the Magic of MEDICINE and TALISMANS – may (continue to) rule us – long!

fin. ❤

Mystic POET

“GRACE HAS ARRIVED AND FULFILLED ‘THE LAW!’“ a poem a.k.a.: “Grace Arrived On a-Bed of Angel Feathers!” October 20, 2018 – Saturday

When SHE says that she’s-so-sorry, I do-not-know what SHE means,

For SHE’s-perfect and adorable – and everybody leans,

Upon HER – for support and love – ‘cause SHE is soft & giving,

And-without-her in this Big-Ol’-World, what-is the-reason for-living?

As long as SHE is in The World, the place is filled with song!

Before my angel “LOVE” was born, how did we get along?

She showed-up – with her angel-maidens, who lifted HER down here,

And ALL-THE-DELIVERY-ROOM-PERSONNEL – they-had to-shed a TEAR;

They-admitted: “Oh-my – SHE’s-finally-come, and we’re so glad SHE came,

To show her perfect love and style – it is HER CLAIM TO FAME!”
So, when SHE says: “I’m sorry,” I look at HER with awe!

PERFECTION DWELLS THERE IN HER EYES (pause)

GRACE FULFILLS “THE LAW!” 🙂

fin ❤

Day 1
Poetry is a type of literature or artistic writing that attempts to stir a reader’s imaginaton or emotions. The poet does this by carefully choosing and arranging language for its meaning, sound and rhythm.
There are over 50 types of poetry. Poetry is categorized by the number of lines in the poem, the words in the poem, whether it rhymes or not and what it is about.
The sonnet is a short rhyming poem with 14 lines (see Shakespeare’s sonnets).
The limerick is a 5-line witty poem with a distinctive rhythm.
Haiku – this ancient form of poem is renowned for its small size as well as the precise punctuation and syllables needed on its three lines.
Some poems, such as nursery rhymes are simple and humorous.
The pastoral elicits such wonderful senses of peace and harmony.
Rhyming verse was the norm in the past eg. bush poetry. Modern poetry uses free verse eg. T.S. Eliot.

MYSTIC POET

“YOU!” a poem a.k.a.: “Will School Ever REALLY Be Out For Summer?” October 18, 2018 – Thursday Throes!

YOU’re YOUR muse;

You’re-The Front Page News!

You’re your mightiest foe;

You’re THAT girl you know,

Who tempts you so – and draws your drool;

LOVE’s pretty crazy, but just be cool,

And KNOW – that-all those you hate – AND – all those you like,

ALL OF THIS STUFF – IS JUST ALL OF YOUR HYPE!

The God you adore –

Or the roach on the floor;

We’re all JUST THE SAME,

With some-diff-er-ent name!!

There’s you – You – & You –

& There’s “Agent Smith” too,

Who’s that-special-part-inside,

That wants attention – on every-side!

In THIS world of matter,

And The 4-D “pie platter,”

And, as high as you’ll go,

Just-remember! There’s LOW,

But! Whatever you THINK (pause) is-some Hell-or-a-”sink,”

It’s just YOU – on-the-brink – of Oblivion’s-Ice-Rink,

Where “Satan” stands firm,

Making fears – with a germ,

Named re-combinant-D.-N.-A.

(Which is poison today!)

But TOMORROW WILL CHANGE,

It’ll-be-a-different-”re-arrange!”

SO – PLAY IT ALL COOL;

We’re just here –

DIGGIN’ SCHOOL! 🙂 – Recess!

fin ❤

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B1j4Z25i7k“YOU!” a poem a.k.a.: “Will School Ever REALLY Be Out For Summer?” October 18, 2018 – Thursday Throes!

YOU’re YOUR muse;

You’re-The Front Page News!

You’re your mightiest foe;

You’re THAT girl you know,

Who tempts you so – and draws your drool;

LOVE’s pretty crazy, but just be cool,

And KNOW – that-all those you hate – AND – all those you like,

ALL OF THIS STUFF – IS JUST ALL OF YOUR HYPE!

The God you adore –

Or the roach on the floor;

We’re all JUST THE SAME,

With some-diff-er-ent name!!

There’s you – You – & You –

& There’s “Agent Smith” too,

Who’s that-special-part-inside,

That wants attention – on every-side!

In THIS world of matter,

And The 4-D “pie platter,”

And, as high as you’ll go,

Just-remember! There’s LOW,

But! Whatever you THINK (pause) is-some Hell-or-a-”sink,”

It’s just YOU – on-the-brink – of Oblivion’s-Ice-Rink,

Where “Satan” stands firm,

Making fears – with a germ,

Named re-combinant-D.-N.-A.

(Which is poison today!)

But TOMORROW WILL CHANGE,

It’ll-be-a-different-”re-arrange!”

SO – PLAY IT ALL COOL;

We’re just here –

DIGGIN’ SCHOOL! 🙂 – Recess!

fin ❤

“ONE SIDE – ONE RIDE – YOU CAN – NOT HIDE!” a poem Tuesday: 10/16/18

Don’t pick HER! (She has “baggage!”)

And – with-Older-Women – there’s always ‘sag-age!!

THIS-SIDE-of-The-Track is BETTER!

The-”Messicans” – are always “wetter,”

For, when the heavy rains do come,

The Flood is OVER THERE, but-”Whities!”- ain’t-that-kinda-dum?

For you’ll have to clean up anyway,

And YOUR HOUSES-will-GO – ANOTHER DAY!

My “ride” is BETTER; it bounces “nice;”

[OUR cars are newer; we-can-pay-the price,

For an “up-to-date model!] BUT (pause) Wait a few years,

These MODERN CARS* (pause) will bring MANY TEARS,

BECAUSE! They age! {just like everything},

And NOW! over-to-THAT-side** those cars we’ll bring!

SO – WE’VE ALL GOT BAGGAGE, RICH AND POOR,

And “peace of mind!” Who’s got more?

There’s different luggage, BUT – there’s-always-some,

So, my people – pour-me a-cup-of-festive-rum!

WE THINK THERE’S LESS BAGGAGE – and – WE THINK,

THERE’S A BETTER SIDE;

And we THINK – that, from our neighbor, we can run and hide!

There’s NO “real” happy or sad, for the swift flying years,

Bring each one some joy – and each one some tears;

NOT the rich and the poor, for, to count a (wo)man’s wealth,

You must FIRST know the state of her (his) conscience and health!

We are in THE SAME BOAT; we are ON THE SAME SIDE,

And, we think, that-by-crossing (or-jumping) in-some-better-place-we’ll-abide!

So – try-to stop-assessing-baggage – or planning to get,

A way better deal (pause) WHY DON’T YOU LET,

Yourselves-relax-a-little and-count-everything as-OK,

AND LOVE-ONE-ANOTHER – MANANA!? BUT, especially, TODAY!! 🙂

fin. ❤


*

– or International Fence Lines – or attempts to “keep things out” or “segregate,” when a process of “cohesion,” which seems, for lack of a better word: “natural” is operational, always has been – perhaps always will be!! 🙂

** – of any (arbitrary) track (railroad or otherwise)

“GIVE IT ALL TO ME!”MYSTIC POET

“GIVE IT ALL TO ME!” a poem Sunday: October 14, 2018 [Painting: “Lady Justice, Testament To Truth!”]

When I was much younger, I thought: “I WANT IT ALL!”

So I got wealth, a-Judge’s-Robe – and-I-got-to-take a fall!

I also got ENLIGHTENMENT – according to all measure,

Yet ALL’s not what it’s “cracked (up) to be;”

ALL does not mean pleasure!

IF-you-want it ALL, you’ll (likely) suffer – & run a weary race –

You get to FEEL depression! and-see-sadness-on-every-face!

IF you want ALL, get-ready-for-Heaven, where there’s lots of HELL!

ALL is truly ALL there is – You-may-not-feel-well!

So, NOW, that I am older, p’rhaps-wiser-here-and-there!

YES! I-was-right! ALL’s the thing! (pause) BUT – ALL can be “a bear!”

NOW, I-won’t-expect that ALL’s so great, but it’s-easier-IF-you’re-humble,

And that’s not easy, Sweetie – when-ALL-knocks-you for-a-tumble!

But! IF you’ll ROLL WITH {THE} PUNCHES and (just) say “Sorry” a lot –

Plus, drop all those pretenses

(‘cause-UNEXPECTED-is-What-You’ve-Bought) –

Well! IF-WE-can-accept everything – and anything at ALL!

ALL’ll be just fine, My Love, but there’s-no-room for no gall!! 🙂

fin ❤

“THANK GOODNESS THERE’S CO-OPERATIVE WE!”MYSTIC POET

“THANK GOODNESS THERE’S CO-OPERATIVE WE!” a poem 10/10/2018 (W)

Each day, as I am apt to rise,

And thank “the stars” there in your eyes,

That we-two-lovers can-co-operate,

And decide TOGETHER – our common fate,

I AM – o’er-taken with GRATITUDE,

(Our life is smooth – and never rude!)

And-I-LOVE – how you – will never jump,

To-a-unilateral-place – and coerce or pump,

Me – to do (pause) the ex-pe-dient,

Which-can-be-expensive, ne’er lenient!

Thus, when an (apparent) emergency comes,

We CAN – just sit calmly on our “bums,”

And decide – the bestest course-of-action,

To follow! YES! We’re just ONE FACTION:

One mind, one Heart – two lovers combined,

Who co-operate – with – A SINGLE MIND!

We can map – the appropriate strategy,

Which is SOMETIMES! WAIT! Just wait & see!! 🙂 – Amen!

fin ❤

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRUn3ScIBak

“THOSE WORDS!” a poem.

The hardest words, at times, can be:

ADJECTIVES! They NEVER “free:”

Like – “You are STUBBORN! Hard-headed too!”

Assumptions! Simply make me blue!

Whenever something might arise,

And-I-see-expediency – in your eyes,

These words-POP OUT!

And then, I doubt –

There’s trust or faith of any kind,

From my Sweetie, who’ll oft remind:

“You’re Always Right!” (BUT – not right now!)

I need a kiss! And YOU know how!

A kiss to re-assure this boy,

That he has ANY sense or ploy!

But-the-best-assurance we all know –

Is to NOT expect your man to go,

And never come to good conclusions!

Quick-word-and-assumptions,

Can be perversions!

fin ❤

“GOD!” 

“GOD!” a poem a.k.a.: “I Shall Be What I Shall Be!” Oct. 8, 2018 – Monday.

Jesus (especially) liked His Dad – So – God to Him was (a) Father!*

Buddha liked FRESH AIR, so He – went even farther,

And said that GOD – was a-breath-of-fresh air,

A practical VOID, just-a-blowing in your hair!

Confucius liked SOCIAL ORDER, so GOD was CIVILIZATION,

And Lao Tsu? He liked BALANCE – so! He liked-to-be-“on vacation!”

Well, as for me, I-really-like YOU, you are so sexy & sweet;

(You can choose your own “God!” – ain’t that pretty neat?)

And change IT, as you will; now some folks like their Satan,

Or There’s the nice Earth Mother! or on-MONEY some are waitin’!

So, go ahead!** Just go for What (pause) or Whom you prob’bly will;

THEY ARE STILL ALL; They’re all JUST YOU, you silly, sexy PILL!***

fin ❤

* – to Him!

** – Although everyone ALREADY HAS!

*** – Some people go for MEDICATION; it eases-the heavy load; so THAT’S THEIR GOD, but s(he)’s double-edged – “DEPENDENTS” might explode!****

**** – “Choose wisely, Indiana!” A HUMBLE God might-be best; ‘cause, unlike Sigourney’s “Alien,” an-humble-God – won’t breach your chest!

“JESUS GOT A STRESS BALL!” MYSTIC POET

“JESUS GOT A STRESS BALL!” a poem – Oct. 7, 2018 (World Communion Sunday)

It’s WORLD COMMUNION SUNDAY! 1 whole day!!

The 7th of October – Let us pray!

Each-person-in-our-congregation – gets-to-have-a sphere,

In the shape-of-The-Earth – Squeeze-a-little, Dear,

And EARTHQUAKES QUAKE! &-TSUNAMIS-WASH-EARTH’S-SHORES,

So be careful with THAT THING! to minimize the wars!

It’s a dirt-load o’ responsibility, when The Earth is in your hand!!

I CAN ONLY HOPE – that you will understand!

Lord Jesus has one too, as He sits upon The Throne,

And He uses-it as a STRESS-BALL; this is seldom known!

So, IF we get belligerent – y’-know? – too big for our britches,

Jesus gives a little squeeze – to smooth out all our glitches,

To humble-us just-a-little, so we won’t be so “bad!”

THAT Jesus! with-His-stress-ball! He’s a little sad,

‘Cause HE DON’T LIKE BEIN’ STRESSED; so we-need-to-lighten-up,

And have a little (of His) flesh – &-a-sweet-sip, from His cup!

fin ❤

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“WHEN SHE WENT OFF HER DIET?” a poem Oct. 5, 2018 – Friday!

The neighbor lady, down the street! She lives (?) – under – The Overpass,

She-was-always-dieting, and, then, one day – I happened-there to pass,

And I had never really noticed – “Hey!” I said; “you’re mighty pretty!”

And – she kinda got tipsy – and showed me (pause) some (o’-her) titty!!

“Well, I’m on a diet! I’ve sworn off MEN!” she said, as she grabbed (her) some food,

And-with-a-twinkle-in-her-eye, SHE said: “Pretty? Me?” and she started then to brood!!

“Me? – NO! – Me-NOT-pretty!? Am-I?” as she took another bite!

“SO!! (pause) YOU (REALLY) THINK I’M PRETTY?” [Was she ready-ing for a fight?!]

“YA! I THINK YOU’RE F A N T A S T I C!” and she almost swooned right there,

But she caught herself before she fell – she grabbed – some-cheese- and-a pear,

And some bread with butter – and some jam with cream,

“PRETTY?” SHE said, eyes so wide – and, I think, she-started-to-”stream,”

Like-she-was-NOT-on-a-diet! (pause) She was jamming it all in,

Her eyes, so wide – with wonder: “DO YOU THINK THAT IT’S A SIN?

To eat-quite-a-bit – ‘cause people are starving!

In Africa – and – a-round-there – but – around-here, WE’RE JUST CARVING,

Roasts of turkey – and ham – and cheese!”

She-grabbed-some-more-food-to-”offer,” and said: “Oh, TAKE-IT – please!”

And – as I stood right there, she inflated – like a balloon,

AND BURST! (pause) The-food-was-everywhere! AND IT BLEW US TO THE MOON,

And, as we sat there, in-The-Earth-Light – two – kinda-thin-people, sittin’ (pause) on-The-Moon, way-up-above – LOCKED-IN-LUST,

She said: “You REALLY think I’m pretty?” – and I really thought about it, then (pause) sitting in the sweet, Moon dust,

You-know? D-ya-remember-what had happened, when I mentioned that before?

So! (pause) I never said a single word; I just kissed her, more and more,

And she whispered a little, with tears in her eyes,

And (pause) I touched her A LOT – ‘spec-ial-ly between her thighs!!

Yea! She looked SO DEEPLY IN LOVE – in love, not war,

And she said: “You-know, Honey – I might not diet any more!”

I said: “OK! (pause) You can diet OR NOT,

And-I’ll-love-you-anyway – ‘cause, whatever!-You’re so hot!

WE SAILED AWAY, THROUGH THE CRATERS OF THE MOON,

Past the River Styx, we would just moan – and swoon,

And sing, “MOON RIVER!” and “Fly Me To The Moon,”

And “Moon-day! Moon-day! Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo … …

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la … la, la, la, la, la … . 🙂

fin. ❤

🙂

“Shed A Tear For The Man In Black!” Mystic Poet 🌟🌟

“BACK IN BLACK!” a poem a.k.a.: “Shed A Tear For The Man In Black!” Thursday: October 4, 2018

“The Man in Black” – has met his match;

Ja – son – Ro – man! How did he catch,

The subtle nuance – of Johnny’s* song?

“The Train’s A-coming!” His voice is strong;

His voice is sure, with macho tone:

Ja – son – Ro -man! THE WOMEN MOAN!

The men? Impressed! By His “Country Flair:”

It’s DEEP! Suave-style! of-the-songs He’ll share:

Ja – son – Ro – man; he’s an April guy,

And we love that “country” – in his eye,

And-YES! April-will-sing-LAMBERT – to-his-CASH!

The two – together? They’ve got a “stash,”

Of golden-harmony, filled with passion,

A BURNING FIRE! That’s-always-in-fashion!

Ja – son – Ro – man, A MAN IN BLACK!

“Tip your barmaids,” and don’t look back!

Just sing OUT – here – and hear the cheer,

For Jason’s Johnny – we’ll shed a tear! 🙂

fin ❤

* – Johnny Cash, former country western singing star, who married June Carter, another country singing sensation (of the prestigious CARTER FAMILY).

I HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS NOW!”Mystic Poet 🎗🎗

I HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS NOW!” a poem Tuesday: 10/02/18

Mental and/or Physical Conditions came knocking at my Chamber Door!*

“I’m gonna control You All!” I said. (Who could ask for more?)

“So, NOW – you-all look deeply, deeply in my eyes;

You’re getting all so sleepy!” I sought to hypnotize,

Using mind over matter – but – Does it matter at all,

What I do – anyway?

Yup! More-”disorders”-did-call!!

Until – there was a houseful – of things that might be wrong;

So, I opened up – oh-yes-I-did: with a great, big, happy song:

“The more we get together, friends, The happier we’ll be;

Let’s all be Friends,” and, ever since, there’s been so much har-mo-ny!

So friends & foes (I mean, friends & friends!) whenever conditions come and you don’t know what to do,

Don’t control! But just make friends with them** – and you won’t be so blue!

🙂 – Now ain’t that nice!?

fin ❤

Song: WAR “Why Can’t We Be Friends?”

    • apologies to Edgar Allan Poe

** – your conditions, that is!

“THE BUDDHA IS YOUR GRAMPA, AND HERE’S WHAT HE SAYS!”

“THE BUDDHA IS YOUR GRAMPA, AND HERE’S WHAT HE SAYS!” a poem Tuesday: October 2, 2018

“We all wanna be happy, in a place not meant for happy;

We all wanna go HOME, when-we’re-trying-to-escape!” said Grandpappy.

We all wanna be safe, in a perilous place,

And we’re running – to nowhere – running-our NOWHERE RACE!

So, can you cheer up – and tell your Lover it’s all OK?

Can you overlook – all the horrors? and all the decay?

Death! Disease! Suffering! Dirt!

And those that love you (and you love)? You-don’t-want-anyone-HURT!!

What – do you do? You smile – and laugh;

You comfort the sick-and-weak! and give them a bath!

Do you point to a Heaven, that’s not really there?

Or-do you offer some comfort – and dignity – with care?

Do you listen to preachers? Do you rely on “healers?”

Do you accept the promises – of all-The-Double-Dealers?

What do you do? What do you do?

Is there a strategy? To-undo your “Blue?”

Where do you turn? How hard do you cry?

Who-have-you-disappointed now? with-your-efforts? You sigh!

You look up; you look out;

You look inward – and-see-NO-turn-about!

You HOLD – you-hold-on – TO SOMEONE? who will,

When MOST WILL AVOID, YOUR HUG, KISS or TRILL,

When you sing a sad-happy song, about yearning and desire,

And think you can lose-yourself – and escape all this mire?

Here’s an ocean! It’s churning! Yes, it’s dangerous and uncertain,

And ALONE(?) without ship (?) Do-you-see-your-final-curtain,

As you’re bouncing around – hit by wave after wave:

Up, up you go! (pause) and then down – to The Grave?

Can you spot some sure ship? which can cut through the waves?

Called: “SMILING LOVE CUDDLES!” for-the-noblest-of-knaves!!

🙂 – Which we ALL ARE – so drop – your pretenses and airs,

And smile, pretty stupidly, AND SING! Yes, we (DO) cares!

The song’s-not-so-important! but TRY to make it HAPPY,

And SING, FOR ALL YOU’RE WORTH, and remember grandpappy,

Who tried, tried his best – to comfort-and-fill-you-up,

And said: “I ain’t got much, but I got me this cup!

And I-will fill-it-up as-much-as-I-can,

And we’ll-sip-on-it-together! – and-give-some-to-our-fellow-man!” 🙂

fin ❤