Rubaiyat of Invention and Innovation

Fitzgerald’s Rubaiyat : http://www.arabiannights.org/rubaiyat/index2.html

 

 

At rubaiyat muse plays as we explore

for your amusement Life’s ‘how’, ‘why’, ‘wherefore’,

          thoughts thread together, beaded rosary

to bloom until the tomb will curtains draw ...

 

soul’s curtains are a veil through which few see  !

too many haste to taste eternity,

ignore life is succession finite, ~ sum

of infinite opportunity.

 

Does “Truth” exist ? we ask, who seek its core,

who hold back much, make touch to write a score

          of strophes three score ten, as much again,

write introduction light untold before !

 

Here Left and Right we join or juxtapose,

as letters twenty six can recompose

       thought-waves without the need to favour court,

no taut retort ought run through verse or prose.

 

Here content, style, a while, united are,

to s(t)imulate reflection, nothing bar,

to pleasure, treasure, or discard at will

by Jack and Jill, Left, Right, at odds, on par.

 

Read here, we’re led to shed some light on what

could be by robot programmed, ‘tis the lot

of whosoever dares, ahead of time,

foster ideas that help to think a lot.

 

Whatever our allotted span, our race

worldwide too favoured narrow man as ace, -

          soon woman’s savour shall claim pride of place,

replace man’s place of pride and flavour base.

 

Here we explore core paradoxes which

divide left brain from right, and offer switch

inviting understanding of the way

Jack Left, Jill Right, may back together stitch.

 

 

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit

       shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”

 

‘The Moving Finger writes, moves on once writ’,

says Left, ensuring that conclusions fit, 

Alas  ! ~  ways Right brain finds too rigid, tied

into delusion’s night, Will wanting wit !

 

At stake is not just opportunity

to make Pandora no neccessity,

Knowledge must link to Intuition’s guide, ~

Time mocks rocks, dykes which walled off sea from sea. 

 

Invention, innovation, share few tracks,

the former leans on what the latter lacks, ~

Left brain is organized, by logic backed

while Right brain loves to test conflicting tacks.

 

One seeks Nirvana’s understanding now,

the other seeks salvation finding “how”,

          but (k)needs the trip itself where’er it leads, ~

each track is farrowed by a different plough.

 

Invent pursues where innovation points,

from its zen flesh and bones provides the joints

the world’s attention gains, an iceberg tip

to trace the crown our surface race anoints !

 

Invent is news which seldom disappoints.

Innovation : views, not won on points,

          The two approaches differ widely for

Invent is Left brain which itself appoints.

 

Invent : Left’s spirit seldom satisfied  

with status quo, would sew new ribbon tied

          around edition fresh of old idea,

and profit, in all senses, from the ride.

 

Right, ~ Innovation ~ often steps aside

 from golden rule that common sense should bide, ~

          warm ride more interest holds than cold gold which,

though rich in cents, can’t harmony provide.

Left puzzles pieces, Right, holistic whole.

Left scratches parts, square peg fits in round hole.

          Right parts from scratch, prefers mind vaulting pole

to catalyse spring causal, humour drôle.

 

Right rôle games plays, irks Left who’d goal to goal

spin faster, t(h)read to carpet red unroll,

       Left works with teams, Right teems with works which whet

the appetites of who’d, for perks, control.        

 

Right little patience shows with rigmarole,

defined in terms precise which some extoll,

       Right bets on hedges, Left oft hedges bet

to safeguard steps from any jealous soul.

 

Red Tape is Left behind.  Right circumvents

black holes, sees red when Left plays righteous, vents

his spleen or steam as Right anticipates

new ways to dollars save at cents’ expense.

 

Left little patience shows for double Dutch,

plays safe, while Right relays, remains in hutch.

Left is frustrated when from tall black hat

Right rabbit pulls while both at straws will clutch.

 

For leads Right looks, left looks to lead, grow grand,

Seeks focus where Right‘s dreams would e’er expand,

Outstanding Right where Left would just stand out ~

Left needs command, Right seeds to understand.

 

Right surfs this Universe, “and why not knowing,

 Nor whence, like water willy~nilly flowing:

       And out of it, as wind along the waste,

it knows not whither, willy-nilly blowing.”

 

Right’s Ball “no question makes of Ayes and Noes

but here or there as strikes the fancy flows

and Left that toss'd it down into the field,

Left knows about it all ~ HE knows ~ HE knows !” 

 

Right’s bat at that suspicious often grows,  -

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the rose !

         Left’s certainties today may morrow wilt,

when “Youth's sweet-scented manuscript will close !”

 

“With Earth's first clay” Left wished last Man to knead,

there would of the last harvest sow the seed ~

Right “the first morning of Creation wrote

what the last dawn of reckoning shall” breed ! 

 

And this Right knows : whether the one True Light

kindle to Love, or wrath consuming quite,

that in one flash she sees mind’s mirror caught

wins more than might in Left’s right left outright.

 

Right out of senseless Nothing can provoke

a conscious Something to offset all yoke

          though yolk and white combine for omelette

of chicken~egg debate is often spoke.

 

Less Left would speak but takes in hand the spoke,

width calculates, sounds  stress, ~ where  sound  may  poke.

Left  scores ‘illicit’ pleasure, under pain

of everlasting penalties, laws broke.

 

Left won’t be left behind, when mind does work

with application, checks, rechecks won’t shirk

where one experiment meets accident -

returns to find each error which may irk  !

 

Right won’t be tied behind by sect or kirk,

imagination surfs Time’s tide to jerk

          life’s secrets from “the foam of perilous seas

of faery lands forlorn” without a smirk.  

 

Defence and Prosecution illustrate

the different roles perceptions demonstrate

the ways invent and innovation play

their parts within both statement and the State.

 

Prosecution steers procedure past,

point proves, from point to point advances fast,

weighs more than plays, stays wary where surprise

could compromise its ruts, designed to last.

 

Left brain improves, adapts, contrives to cast

cards schooled to rule through motif hard and fast,

right brain senses emotivity

which left brain tests with rigour unsurpassed,

Defence cares less for strong notes than key song,

dares more, wears less, won’t always string along,

lifts patterns more than sifts, dreams different guise,

wise, judges not disguise as always wrong.

 

Prosecution hones the Law’s harsh bite

pursues relentless all that ever might

          present a precedent for laxity,

upset conviction, or conviction’s might.

 

Defence runs fate’s dark gauntlet, finds right way

to play for time and execution’s stay -

while Prosecution, left, preys on just fight

Defence p(r)ays, fights to live through other days

 

One, left brain thinking works through day and night,

the other, right brain, writes of wrongs to right,

would equity extend to free and see

might to its place, replaced with just insight.

 

Right brain procedures precedents uphold,

this left brain finds restrictive, leaves it cold,

          between the two grey matters black and white

draw frontiers firm in court naught caught short sold

 

When something goes awry, elastoplast

Left tries ~ to sa(l)ve old bearings overcast,

turns back to drawing board which soon supplies

Left’s logic with an answer to forecast.

 

Right looks aghast at formal plans and strong

Of mice and men ~  when sounds the final gong

they’re often wanting found, ship foundering lies

floundering at the bottom of the klong.

 

With instinct and experience Left packs

The deal he’d seal to minimise risk’s whacks, -

    while Right deals out the pack which Fate defies, -

and wins or loses gambling chips in stacks.

 

Left files its claws which both before behind,
attack or self defence, protect the mind
          from flux, from change, arranges, irons out

barbed wired impressions orderedly and lined.

Left, from quotations printed fine, consigned,
advances point to point, points proves, aligned
          as peas in pod, squad trained beyond all doubt,

refusing compromise though much maligned.

 

Right‘s rainbow led reflections are declined, -

ground ‘neath Left’s feet, unsound, seems undermined, -
          lest consequence from cause risk spirals out,
Left seeks control, traps soul in double bind.   

 

Left limits ‘strange’ to context predefined,

lauds conduct clear, to weakness scarce inclined ~
          Reaction not response its all about, ~

mind over matter mutters “don’t unwind” !

 

Left seeks respect, tweaks Right who weak he’d find, ~

inclined to speculations undefined.

Right looks “beyond”, towards monde he can scout,  ~  

mind over matter mutters “don’t be blind” !

 

Right’s polyvalent talents are combined

with “will to know” not “know to will”, we find

Right far and wide, will blind conventions flout

replacing rigid Past with Future kind. 

 

Right colour,  contour,  context, weighs,  inclined,

to show she’s vexed if text seems too confined, ...

not “in” or “out”, but context “round about”

not “black” or “white”, ~ too tight, ~ rights unresigned.

 

Right ties rejects which, too long trained, strong twined,

leave insufficient rein when wined and dined,

reigns over networks new which serve,  st(r)and out,

deserve attention due, yet undefined.

 

Left brain firm trains, explains, holds doubt a vice,

method does bless in Prussian terms precise,

          Right seeks advice, to ‘When ?’ adds ‘Why ?’ to try

new ways to ‘scape predestination’s vice.

 

Thus th(r)ough due process, practice, one obeys,

the other tunes and amplifies, relays,

          each finds the other’s reach suspect at best,  ~

one phrase defines, one signals waves in phase.

Left, little feeling, thinks on measures, weighs,

Right little thinking, feels for treasured ways,

          Each finds fond pleasure through bond interface

The other questions (Left), or, (Right) dismays.

 

Left comprehends, Right feels, ‘gainst wrong appeals.

Right makes amends where sometimes Left conceals

          emotions with a surface self-restraint

Right often feels false travesty reveals.

 

Left dams emotions ~ facts take precedence,

Right damns such notions, drawing from sixth sense

          to context keep intact, still dreams pursues, ~ -

one tact prefers, the other joys intense.

 

Left’s sense of purpose drives momentum great.

Right’s sense convergent helps her integrate,

          grateful, what Left too often grates, to bring

perspective holoistic, to create.

 

Left’s sense of planning point to point links straight.

Right’s contradictions often may frustrate,

          from straitened circumstances two paths spring  ~

these, well combined, approach perfection’s state.

 

Right brain responds, to redefine its rôle.

Left brain reacts, to reassert control.

          Each needs a dose of each to reach the stars  ~

who little care for spins from pole to pole  !

 

Left is the standard cork to bottle wine,

Right has unusual ‘nose’ for flavour fine :

together they complete life’s kitchen where

one cutler is, one chef, ~ and so we dine  !

 

One channels to produce pure data streams,

One flannels to seduce, lure, sate her dreams,

thus inspiration gleams in different ways

each chose the dice Fate throws, streamlines extremes.

 

Invention is the blossom on the tree,

whose scent is innovation ~ what role we

may choose to play is weighed by hand which writes

the score for music that posterity

will use or will abuse, for good or ill,

to chain or free,  the Future’s dreams fulfill

to mar, or let men Mars and far stars reach,

empower'd by women who will not stand still.

 

Invention is an option exercized

reversing  roles, or process organized,  ~

what complicated seemed in time gleams bright

as simple step ahead on path disguised.

 

And yet when innovation spreads its shoots

to sound the ground thought far too dry for roots,

the route is either opened or prepared

as Present, Future, Past, act in cahoots.

 

Life can’t run on one track, ~  both sot and sage,

must gear up, intuitions hear, engage,

          black, white, replace with bright kaleidoscope,

and (w)ink “I think  I think  !” upon Life’s page.

 

What matters, and to whom ? What gravities

apply when anti-matter equals tease

conundrums which a life-long paradox

entertains until all memories

 

are atomised upon a karmic breeze,

blown willy nilly till, like honeyed bees,

they bumble on towards a homely hive.

They stumble on till patterns by degrees

 

from angles wide frame, focus, offer keys

for who between the lines can read, and these

the waft and weft of substance may discern ~

can draw the line dividing wood from trees.

 

Both rhyme and reason often are withheld

till time and season ring the changes belled,

and timing is essential where the mind

must funnel forces for tomorrow spelled.

 

 Who would advance must knock on many doors

must think the link between effect and cause,

must persevere despite cold failure's fears,

warm ice of ignorance until it thaws.

For “Cause”, “Effect” combine as on their way

the cusps converge in subtle interplay,  

          Although the watershed important seems

today ~  tomorrow’s dreams may well betray.

 

The doors are those of inner confidence,

opened not by sitting on a fence,

though ‘Chance’ a helping hand can often lend

connecting inklings into solid sense.

 

But sense is insufficient ~ those who see

the light with passion work to find a key

to free not freeze mankind, ~ yet better world

needs never frieze to please the gallery.

 

Left brain or Right ?  The one extends the known,

re-engineers and hears hid pattern's tone,

the other changes gears and clears the way

through quantum leaps which turn the first to stone. 

 

Left brain or Right ?  One concentrates, would own,

the other seems to contradictions prone,

yet both explore for flaw with minds honed keen -

synaptic leaps come cheap, fresh codes to clone.

 

Right wastes the precious hour “in vain pursuit

of this and that endeavor and dispute;  ~

better be jocund with the fruitful grape

than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.

 

Right too well knows with what a brave carouse

some made a second Marriage in their house;

divorced old barren Reason from their bed, 

and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.”

 

Yet those who whine and those who wine one day

will meet like fate, in state with worms to stay,

       or earnings urned, or sunk ‘full fathom five’

both trunk or drunk they wake too late to pray ! 

 

The Left brain can “with logic absolute

the two-and-seventy jarring sects confute: -“

Right, sovereign alchemist, may in a trice

Life's leaden metal into gold transmute.

“For Is and Is-not Left with rule and line

and UP-AND-DOWN by Logic does define,”

of all that one should care to fathom, Right

was never deep in abstracts to design.

 

In all “the seeds of wisdom” both would sow,

each with her own hand conjurs it to grow:

though this be bitter harvest most do reap ~

 “I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”

 

“Alike for those who for TO~DAY prepare,

and those that after a TO~MORROW stare,

       a muezzin from the tower of darkness cries :

‘Fools ! your reward is neither here nor there  !’

 

Ah, make the most of what you yet may spend,

before you too into the dust descend;

dust into dust, and under dust, to lie,

sans wine, sans song, sans s(w)inger and ~ sans end   !”

 

Left sizes Glories of This World; while Right

sighs for the Prophet's Paradise come right,

Left takes the cash, and lets the credit go !

Who’d heed the rumbling distant drum tonight  ?

 

And Left who “husbanded the golden grain,”

and Right who “flung it to the winds like rain,

alike to no such aureate earth are turn'd

as, buried once, Men want dug up again.”

 

She, chaste, who s(l)aved for pension’s rationned crust,

and He who chased to waste through greed and lust,

          alike must not forget to taste the spice

of life before its blade is left to rust  !

 

Retirement benefits are left unclaimed

when Death, untimely, Fate’s sharp shafts has aimed,  ~

          how much of what remains by fiscal crush

is lost – what cost to generations maimed  !

 

Though Chance unhappy is too often blamed

each makes his bed, and those who once were famed

          for vice or virtue now forgotten lie

beneath the grass where once they, heedless, gamed.

“And we, that now make merry in the room

they left, and summer dresses in new bloom,

ourselves must we beneath the couch of earth

descend - ourselves to make a couch ~  for whom  ?

 

The worldly hope most set their hearts upon

turns ashes ~ or it prospers; and anon,

like snow upon the desert's dusty face,

lighting a little hour or two - is gone.

 

We are no other than a moving row

of magic shadow-shapes that come and go

round with the sun-illumined lantern held

in midnight by the Master of the Show;

 

But helpless pieces of the game He plays

upon this chequer-board of nights and days;

hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,

and one by one back in the closet lays.”

 

Left brain warp, weft, weaves patchwork into goal

Right links the jump, or jumps the link to bowl

Conformity as patterns into play

Do come a dime a dozen, colour soul.

 

For Right, night brings rich dreams which ring a bell.

For Left, a concept new to master well.

For Right or Left it matters not a jot

if happiness cannot be 'got' as well.

 

For high I.Q. or gift of second sight

fail in the scales however smart or bright,

if peace of mind, serenity, none find

to burnish daily bind with inner light.

 

Yet inner light is what Life's all about  !

Who cares a curse for economic clout  ?

as wallets fail but heart which true to self

remains, for cash cares not, can conquer doubt.

 

Left brain or Right ?  The one reaps what is sown

remains tenacious, sometimes claims his own

what Right brain stimulates though times be lean,

- one schemes, replaces themes the other’s grown.

Left brain or Right ?  The one retains control,

the latter’s best exploring jeux de rôle,

one works his team’s ideas, the other teems

with flashes filling ignorance’s hole.

 

Left brain or Right ?  One works to build the whole

from parts prenumbered or explicit goal,

the other flouts conformity to find

a missing link  ~ or, maybe, begging bowl.

 

Fiction, fact, both in their way attract, ~

Left codifies, can plan, expand, extract,

Right spans apparent contradictions, may

through alchemy free essence pure, intact.

 

Left brain or Right ?  Each plays a different pitch

One seeks in process practice best, straight stitch ,

the other joys in spontaneity

responds to setbacks with a humour rich.

 

Left brain or Right ?  One seeks to ‘know it all’

the other answers ‘search’ itself, whose call

can come from outside past experience ~

whence Left draws on for details great and small.

 

Right feels : “the Idols I have loved so long

have done my credit in this world much wrong:

have drown'd my glory in a shallow cup,

And sold my reputation for a song.”

 

“Indeed, indeed, repentance oft before

I swore - but was I sober when I swore ?

And then, and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand

my thread-bare penitence apieces tore .”

 

Right senses details will themselves in time

from chaos sort themselves, to form a rhyme

which music makes ~ cacophany to tame, ~

Left from fresh heights will ever seek to climb.

 

Left inches onwards, then momentum gains,

Right finds but slight delight in careful pains,

on tangents travels till the paradox

should solve itself ~ though paradox remains  !

 

One seeks through flair and application to

compare, tear up, wear down, and try anew, ~

exploring intuitions one defies

forgone conclusions, finding pastures new.

 

But what is new ?  What might we rediscover

which those before did in their time uncover  ?

What old is there where worlds in parallel

the sands of Time with rime so swiftly cover  ?

 

There is a Door to which Right finds no Key;

There is a Veil through which Left might not see:  ~

       each needs the other in Life’s partnership

to sail towards sweet serendipity.

 

While Left excels at logical attack.

Right scouts beyond Life’s boring beaten track,

both need autonomy for reasons they

“within the tavern door” poor brains do wrack.

 

“A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;

Yes; and a single Alif were the clue” ~

where Left sorts, grades the angels on a pin

there Right sports, plays about their angles too  !

 

“A hair divides” stark failure from success,

straightjacket from a jacket straight, address

Belgravian from grave where all lies rotten, ~

forgotten f(l)ame interred in the process.

 

Some here there are who daily fly a kite,

who gaily persevere despite those tight

vested interests, opposition to

a new approach, disruptive, which just might

 

upset their applecart, who find delight

in time-worn stale traditions, empty rite,

reciting litanies to tease not ease

those who would share their gifts, not parasite !

 

What fame is, what is doom, though, who foresees  

What choice reject, what opportunities

we take, or take for granted, intervene

converting wonder into energies

 

which harness intuitions to complete

a chain of thought whose end few e'er do meet,

combining much intangible to seek

responses which  Left’s world will help to beat.

 

The challenges we all embrace today,  ~

together Left and Right may futures sway  ~

yet now its time for rhyme to help poor male

to understand why women lead the way  !

 

Left brain or Right, man, maid, - what difference  !

He seeks control ~ oft at his mate’s expense ~

          While she for him is woman more than whim,

won’t rock the boat except in self-defense.

 

 Man thinks ‘I AM because I, man, do rule’

and woman ‘rules because she thinks’ ~ one school

is based on sharing while the other would

lose wood for trees, sees not that he’s Time’s fool  !

 

While he will speak for everything to know,

she’ll seek still more, lets life ring true, fill, grow.

          One is Left brain, the other Right  ~ yet why 

is one left right behind, though more may s(h)ow.

 

She minds her peace, he gives her piece of mind.

Unkind he stays, strays often, ~ should she mind  ?

          She’s paradise, he’s dice parade between

the knots he ties that she must then unwind.

 

She works her shift, he shifts his work to her 

He, shiftless, shifty, silky shifts will spur  !

          He preys on her where she for him would pray, -

Her pay he’d tax where she’d life lax prefer  !

 

She cares for kids, kids, where he cares to rest,

before some sport, while she supports the rest ~

          works both from nine to five and five to nine.

He sports bright ties ~ light ties prefers the best  !

 

She looks ahead while he, as head, looks on

good looks ~ which in her book is more than wrong,

          regretting grass seems greener through the fence ~

defence of dreams is sold short, for a song  !

 

He wields the axe, while she bears forty whacks,

He thinks he wears the trousers though he slacks,

He waxes wroth he needs, she kneeds the wax

to fill the cracks and build long lasting shacks.

 

He spares to live, she ever lives to share.

He won’t forgive, she blossoms everywhere

needs harmony not tomb to bloom, bear fruit, ~

He fights wayfare, while she lights the way fair  !

 

He fields the work, while she must work the fields.

She feels the pinch,  while he both pinches, feels.

She earns her keep while he her earnings keeps, -

She yields the count, while he, he counts the yields  !

 

He’d lay the rules and rule the lays some say

unbalanced are the scales on Judgment Day -

          when they are weighed he’s wanting found in all -

while she’s a paragon, he’s gone astray  !

 

She swears to honour, cherish and obey,

while he of harem dreams, as Pasha, Bey, ~

          what’s worth his plot of earth if one fine day  

parthenogenisis may come to stay  ?

 

If SHE could autoreproduce or clone,

If SHE the race continued all alone,

          what trace would HE retain who, vain, sees end

as master, losing face turns lying prone  ?

 

If HE, who least believes, seems set in stone,   

If HE, who most receives,  leaves righteous moan

          then Mona Lisa sentence might suspend

and spare the rib that cuts her to the bone.

 

For Woman is the source, the stream, the flow,

SHE bends where HE does break when strong winds blow,

          HE who would rule the cradle seldom takes

sufficient time to nurture Nature, know

 

that Left needs Right as friend as not as foe,

that Left needs Right to ease out stop and go,

          that Left needs Right though Right’s rights stimulate

the fear that Right bereft of Left might show

 

the way to new adventures truly told

which cut the ground beneath clay feet so cold,

          and open options that may stake a claim

to true convergency,  leave Left short-sold.

 

For though Left Man will seldom silent fold

his tents for his intents tie li(n)es of gold,

          Right Lady seeks to light another flame

Whose spirit need not fail, nor yet grow old.

 

 While HE  invents, turns cents to sovereign mold,

SHE innovates, and networks to enfold,

          HE’s rolled into himself, seeks rich reward

where SHE, life’s steward, stays the world from mould.

 

Still to tomorrow SHE her face will turn,

though HE stays still, will, glancing back, return

          to glories past while she fast understands

the need to Present seed not Future burn.

 

Man’s swift to burn those idols once adored,

hard head discards what generations stored

          in search of stimulation to fulfill

a mind found wanting, or, through wanting, bored,

 

man’s mate will tune a very different chord,

will read the runes, anticipate and ford

          the flood he takes as threat, ~ for good or ill

will turn the tide and ride for peace restored.

 

Though some there are who through true flair do float,

and there are some who multicoloured coat

          do don few sculpt new arches from the sky,

for rainbow hue may rock, shock logic’s boat.

 

More than before does innovation’s speed

increase to meet anticipated need

          which in its turn does act as catalyst

to undermine traditions bead by bead.

 

Where men do race, would not lose face, concede,

there maids do trace, would choose with  grace, as reed

          to slender bend, true to the end, unkissed

 by compromise - a bitter prize indeed  !  

 

As we create conditions for the change

of paradigm, what once seemed out of range,

          or out of court was thought by signals strong

is caught to show ways we may rearrange

 

monochromatic patterns weird and strange

into a code that chaos can exchange

          for comprehension where no “right” or “wrong”

may man from man or woman more estrange.

 

Thus through the watershed of Chance or plan

all may advance and man prove true to man,

          to ban judgmentmental values from the game

and tame dark forces !  From the frying pan

 

not into fire to jump, or conflicts fan,

but open source new options which then can

          prepare with care progression where the flame

of change is channelled, comfort  in the van.

 

When watershed is finally attained,

with Life’s entagled web in part explained

          those new horizons which seemed clear, when neared,

will then appear as paradox maintained.

 

Invent, ~ which votes development sustained

where Innovation, rich, notes bent unreined

must then in tandem act, trust persevered,

momentum for the common good maintained.

 

Both strong and weak too long have entertained

a system all admit is overstrained,

          if insight fails, if facts miscalculate,

it will be far too late as Fate unchained

accelerates beyond our wherewithal

to check, to bargain for more time to stall, -

          if innovation cannot motivate

invention to wide view beyond recall

 

will little stay of all today held dear ?

in social earthquake much may disappear,

          the writing on the wall puts second-rate

complacency aside, gaps wide can’t cheer.

 

For those who vote, those voted in to steer -

the latter to the former lend an ear

          when year electoral polls pinions stake, -

stay in the dark to doom impending, near

 

For soon am I  tsunami, shall appear

forewarning pale of failings !  Loud and clear

          environments around the globe do shake

beneath those politicians insincere

 

who little heed Earth’s thunder till the chips

are down, ground wakes beneath their feet and rips

          apart ambitions which won’t come to grips

with Nature’s sufferance limited, its grips.

 

Today Man’s blind rapacity rewards

those who beat ploughshares into cheating swords, -

perhaps Tomorrow perspicacity

will crust not bust entrust with wise awards.

 

Man moons explores, redraws the map of space,

finds flaws in much before his hand did trace,

          perhaps time-out, return to drawing board,

might ready scene for a more steady pace

 

where symbiosis, Right and Left help face

a future free from fear of fall from grace,

          where Women is by Man nor spurned, ignored

as if HE could HER talents e’er replace  !

 

“Come, fill the Cup, and” let Inventions swing

towards the visions Innovations sing,

“the Bird of Time has but a little way

to flutter ~ and the Bird is on the Wing  !”