A Collection of My Verses and Poems
based on Gnostic thoughts

One day, in lucid moments, I tried to think what item

in my life was of the greatest mockery,

When in deepest thought I realized

it was none other than Gravity.

This cunning trickster spreads its effects

ubiquitously and, sight unseen, laughs all day long,

and night time too, at you and me.

Colluding with its brother Time,

and its sister Denaturing Physicality,

it plays tricks on all of us as you'll soon see.

From earliest days in infancy, it exerts its power

on any baby who tries to buck it

and stand up against it defiantly.

Each soon learns to respect Gravity as repeatedly it

falls flat on its face dejectedly.

If inattentive a growing youngster or a teenager be,

Gravity it is which helps trip it up

and make it sprawl unceremoniously.

As time passes, those, especially females, who pride

themselves fawningly, physically,

need more and more bolstering and padding

to support parts and appendages against

the relentless ravages of Gravity

which pulls them ever downward uncaringly.

And older ones in autumn years are made

to pay homage to it bowingly,

as spines curve and muscles weaken in the fight

and against the pull of Terra Firma and its hidden,

but not all that nice, Gravity.

All these things are due to none other than the

mockery of our biggest mocker. Surely this you see?

And if from it you try to flee, by climbing

a mountain or flying off in a hot air balloon

or a jet plane, it will force you one way

or other to return to ground repeatedly.

Against this mocking foe one just cannot

ever, ever win, and this fact

is abundantly clear to me.

Alas, the worstest worst humiliation,

and in this I think you will agree,

is when, thinking I am trim and taut,

I pop up on the scales, like you often do,

no doubt, there in all enraging circumstance,

behind the spinning dial, it maximally teases me.

Once I asked the scales to lie, but they said Gravity

had so much control it could make them rust and die.

I said "How could it do that to you?"

The scales said "It could, with water vapour,

by calling down a heavy dew."

But, not wanting to get involved in a racism debate

with my bathroom scales, of all things, I let that

remark pass through.

How cruel you are, Gravity! How insensitive you be.

If I could, I'd rather live

completely in a world without thee!

Then happily buoyed, I would not trip and fall out of

a tree if there I wanted to be. Like Peter Pan I'd fly

here and there and everywhere like a bee.

We could all fly first class by ourselves

free, here and there,

You could even be like Mary Poppins

if you dare.

And with the money saved on plane fare,

one could buy a plot of land on Mars,

Ganymede, or Io, or anywhere.

Any of us then, without Gravity, could sit in midair,

instead of being restricted to a chair.

Why we could even perform chores like potato peeling,

if we really wanted to, right there on the ceiling.

School children's long socks would

then never be down,

And a smile would never be perversely

pulled down by Gravity to form a frown.

Boy what fun then even for a clown,

who would always fall up and never down!

So you see, it's ungratefully serious Gravity

which reduces levity. Why it even causes poverty!

Without it, wallets would never out of pockets fall,

And stockmarkets, unable to ever fall, would allow untold

riches for one and all.

From such points you surely see why Gravity

is a mocker and the cause of all our misery.

Why one without it would never ever

even spill a cup of tea!

And when never being able to fall asleep,

you could stay up every night

till well past half past three.

However, what I think is best of all,

you could have all the Pride you'd want

without having to confront

the danger of a fall!

My, O my, O Gravity,

Why can you not just go away and let us be?

For there is much more to consider actively.

Wars big and small would end, for bombs would not fall,

they would stay in the bellies of the planes,

And without poisonous radioactive fallout,

safer plains would be our gains.

Come to think of it, we would all be Great Saints

throughout Creation,

For without, Gravity we could not

fall into temptation!

We could even go back to the time before

the advent of Satan, if we had the gall,

And see to it that, without Gravity,

there would be no Great Fall.

I know that at this stage you probably

think I've lost the plot,

But think really of all the fun in thoughts

without Gravity we have got.

No one would ever fall down dead,

One could never trip and break their head.

Without Gravity, taps would never drip,

There would be no slip twixt cup and lip,

And we would be ever cleaner still,

For food down our shirt fronts would not spill.

University students especially would be pleased indeed,

For to physics and tricky-nometry, and all that stuff,

they would have to pay less heed.

Thinner science books we'd need,

And with less paper for them needed,

with more trees left

to live, a better air we'd breathe.

This then would indeed be the Best of All Possible

World's as Leibnitz had said.

If only evil Gravity and its frustrating effects

we could readily, genuinely shed!

All my life then I'd stand up straight and move with

springing step ever gingerly, eternally youthfully.

O what a wonderful world it would then be.

No plane from the sky would fall,

we would all stand tall.

O Mr Isaac Newton, Sir, why could you not let things,

as they were, be? Why did you have to make your

discovery under that apple tree instead?

It seems to me that if you had gone fishing, then

without the Gravity you discovered, no one would ever

fall out of their bed.

Because you found it and exposed its nature, now we

have to live begrudgingly with that greedy Gravity

which pulls all things so relentlessly

to itself ever so selfishly.

Who needs Gravity to make fruit fall out of its tree?

I, for one, would not mind

if I had to climb the odd apple tree.

Life would be so much more fun without Gravity.

Why it would be a lot less grave

and filled with far more hilarity.

By now to you, as it is to me,

it should be clear that Gravity

not only mocks but also burdens us relentlessly.

When bits break off any appliance or vehicle, under

Murphy's Law and roll into places famous for nothing

but their inaccessibility,

Do not think that the culprit causing all that

is any other than the subject of this poem -

the mocker Gravity?

Without said Gravity, hair on heads

would not fall out prematurely.

It would simply sit there even if out of

its roots, would it not?

It is the clown Gravity which makes it

fall out tragically.

Ask the bald guys, they know it wants to reap the lot.

And just in case you are one of the lucky ones and

you keep your hair which then with time turns grey,

Don't you think it goes that way because of the

stressful effects of Gravity you are forced to fight

every single day?

There you have it. I hope I have enlightened

you in some small way.

And if you agree with this, save your money to

purchase an anti-Gravity machine I'll be working on as

soon as I finish with my writing. Hey?