Drone sub lib
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Inspiro designio
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Abstract
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A submersible drone, and satellite feed and proper laugage.
Objective
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To create a system that can warn against pending floods
Due to the amount of time a flood takes place
Even t
With traditional warning. A proper and safe system needs to be developed to create
"Act Now" evasive plans and warnings
When the creek or river pre rises it it imperial
For folk in the general population to understand the seriaty of the pending situation A warning even if it means grabbing on to floating devices, which might save the population.
Goal
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From the moment the storm is announced.
A means of communication that warns, advices and secures the safety of all people!
Research and invention.
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Terms and Technology
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a trusted governmently supported
System that works!
Damming the Gualupe River to create an environmentally stable environment for the safety of all peoples!
Tears fall
Lived in New York City all my life
Now I am relocating to Los Angeles
It’s hard for me to leave
A new life for me
Not Hollywood status
A change of horizon
Here I am at the Greyhound Bus Terminal
Friends and Family gather to see me off
It will be hard through the hugs and tears
This is my time to preserver
My Greyhound Bus Departure has been announced, and it’s time to board
My tears pouring down
Bye to my friends and Family
Thanks to my Grand Father and Mother
You both told me how to survive
That’s wisdom in my stride
From days on, I have your guidance to look upon
It won’t be easy, but understanding will reign true
Time for me to board
Crying and feeling like I don’t want to go
Sitting in my Greyhound bus seat with a recline to begin
The Greyhound Driver closes the door and we back away from the Gate
I wave bye and cry at the same time
My journey begins
My new home away from my original
New Day New thoughts
Maneuvering from the East Coast to the West Coast
Being the young man stable west.
There are people who've died.' Buried yet not gone, they cry out for justice, loud and
Long..Rik Mayal, JFK, Bob Marley, Diana too, Virginia, Stan Meyer, the covid co-horts Do.' Those who were slaughtered in Germany 1940 on through' today in Gaza
Now what say you.? You munitions makers, you in IBM.' you in hugo boss, and
Ikea all you ss friends.' Mad about ( oak leaves) and forest gods, there are groves for killing, by thosecwho consider thay are gods,.? But the dead are many.' And they
Cry out loud; and long' they are heard
By the God; of all. He's never been blind all
Along.' Yes you put a bag on His Head; in such ( you announced to all ) just who you
Are.' So much was saud' Thats how you will fall, blind leaders all
Stumbling to when the ( moment blinks!) In the eye of eternity ' you will wear the (hood-wink) you satanic servers..You serve satan, yet you he also hates, there is a
Place for you waiting' the latest hell in great flame gyrates.' A vortex of lonliness where eternal winds, will shred your ever-being..As your former victims realise Their true Word.'
The strange behavior of a Vatican squirrel
with his teeth all in a whorl
caused a commotion and created a clatter,
as the demon beast grew fatter,
making me shiver and flinch;
but I wouldn't give an inch.
His smile was the color of pearl
as he announced a brand-new girl.
I’m prepping for school
the unglamorous labour
that builds a future
I like to read people's ‘back to college’ lists - where I can sample what students are buying this year. I find these lists on college-ish websites like ‘Her Campus.’ The number one desire this year is for Apple Air Pods (I certainly love MY AirPod 4s).
We read in silence,
both contented this counted
as togetherness
Beside lists there are surveys on trends.
“Good news,” I announced to Peter, who was sitting next to me, “hot, weird guys are in,” I said it with the satisfaction of someone whose personal choice has been validated by GenZ.
“I still don’t want one,” he says blandly.
Looking at a list of 'questions for your boyfriend,' I asked,
“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”
“Well, you could lose the clothes,” he suggested, helpfully.
No one cares
but I like his hairs
not one more than another
but his left ear
is superior to the other
you heard it here
.
.
A song for this:
Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John
For years our radio’s been tuned
To 105.9.
The music, for the most part,
With our preference does align.
Jeff Spurgeon is our morning guy
And, with his soothing voice,
He’s just the host we’d choose ourselves
If we had had the choice.
From Know-It-All-New-Yorker
To his daily repartee,
We wouldn’t want to spend our mornings
Any other way.
When QXR announced that Jeff
Would take his final leave,
We must admit to feeling sad,
But know he will receive
The accolades that he deserves
From all his loyal fans,
With hopes that he finds joy
In all his many future plans.
We’ll miss you, Jeff; nobody will
Connect with us so well
For, except when you played opera,*
At your job you did excel!
*just never got into it…
We’re strapped in seats and to our left,
A dad, a mom, 3 tots;
And how much noise did they produce?
You know the answer - lots!
Before we taxi, it’s announced
There’ll be a slight delay.
Mechanics have to come on board,
And so begins our day.
They check us out; we’re good to go,
But traffic in the air
Means there will be some extra time
To take off. Don’t despair!
The whole time this is going on,
With pencil in my hand,
I’m working on a Times acrostic,
Just as I had planned.
It really is a tough one;
I’m oblivious to time.
The minutes tick away until
We’ve left the ground and I’m
Just finishing the puzzle.
I’m a genius! But what’s best
Is by doing the acrostic,
I was shockingly unstressed.
A clickity-clack against the glass
And the ascending tones of the motor,
Meant mother was going to bake
And the scents would fill every corner.
Whether sweet or savory foods to come
The Old Mixer announced a beginning.
Round and round mother's hands carressed
A batter or dough yielding family grinning.
For years, the Old Mixer sat in the cupboard
Whose worth and purpose to some was deign
Yet many young hands and a few older now
Send generational recipes forward again.
While advancements abound today
That do more than the Old Mixer could,
It isn't the tool, but the heart and love
That nourished our lives for good.
This old, simple servant I smile at now
For it brought us together to feast.
It had no small role in our family bounty
Raising lives, as to dough with yeast.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pulse.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ mounts ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ and beats ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ with the surge.
¦¦¦ it bursts. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ announced.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ running through the streets.
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ in ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their shoes.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ it sheltered ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ led
By a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ gesture. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
It enters. ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ dancing.
(Blackout of The Assassination by Donald Justice)
Attending a Greyhound Dog race
Blowing dust in my face
Placing a bet
Hoping no regret
The race was about to start
Soon it will be a race of determination as a depart
The gates will soon hound’s maneuver
It will be swift and quick
Chasing an electronic rabbit encouraging them on
Those Hound’s never catch
They are kicking up dust in the wind
The speed using their legs
Every ounce of endurance
The Hound’s going around bends with assurance
Mustering who is the winner to be
Keen eyes like an eagle and wise like an owl
The race will soon come to an end
The victor will be announced
The last stretch
The winner is “BOUNTY”
Best of the best
Champion in cheers
Won my bet
Right choice having no regret.
On an ivory Easter screen, I remember
that mortality hops in each April or September~
when my wallpaper displayed
a calm bunny parade
then announced it had passed on to Task Manager.
Theme: Mortality
Emotion: Peace
Color: Ivory
Season: Holiday
Form: Limerick
Object: Wallpaper
Verb: Remember
The final minute’s ticked its last
For “60 Minutes”’ time has passed.
A word of warning should suffice –
Its murderer was Bari Weiss.
First Anderson announced he’d leave;
His absence will make many grieve.
Then double axes heaved a chop,
Letting 2 reporters drop.
The Sharyn and Cecilia bust
Removed 2 women I did trust
To tell the stories, blow by blow,
The public has a right to know.
When Ms. Alfonsi spoke her mind
About a cancelled show, she’d find
The bigwigs didn’t like her nerve;
Her canning she did not deserve.
But worst of all was letting go
Scott Pelley, who, as we all know.
Was “60 Minutes”’ heart and soul
And perfect for his starring role.
He pulled no punches and did speak
With well-placed anger; his critique
Cost him his job. Ms. Weiss sure botched
A show we eagerly once watched.
At the grand old Springtime Mingle Fest,
Folks arrived all groomed and dressed their best.
One wore stripes with dots,
One brought fifteen pots,
And one came in pajamas for “comfort and rest.”
A banker discussed gourmet cheese
With a pirate who sneezed in the breeze.
A poet nearby
Recited to pie,
While bees chased a man through the trees.
A lady named Myrtle from Maine
Danced wildly like runaway rain.
She twirled with a mop,
Knocked over the punch pot,
Then blamed it entirely on Spain.
A shy little fellow named Clyde
Tried mingling but mostly just sighed.
He smiled at a chair,
Spilled soup in his hair,
Then proudly announced, “Socialized!”
Two cats crashed the gathering hall,
Ignoring good manners and all.
They stole half the fish,
Licked every dish,
Then napped on the mayor’s best shawl.
The music grew louder at nine;
An uncle attempted to shine.
He moonwalked too hard,
Fell straight in the yard,
And rose saying, “Just part of the line!”
By midnight the minglers agreed
That chaos was all they would need.
For though things went wrong,
They laughed loud and long—
And friendship grew faster than weed.
October shenanigans announced in every way
It looks like a mysterious autumn day
what is that rumble from the west?
it’s a foggy night, and there is no rest.
Witches fly with shiny satin capes askew
Kittens grasp onto their broomsticks too
Jack-o-lanterns smiles are widely seen
because it’s a week before Halloween
sometimes you get visited by a ghoul
in this county, it is an unwritten rule
Halloween comes but once a year
don’t look now but one is quite near
I thought my driving wasn’t that bad~
a wobble here, a creative turn there,
nothing worth filing a complaint over.
But then my GPS cleared its throat,
sounded genuinely concerned,
and announced in a trembling voice:
In 400 feet, do a slight right…
stop…
and let me out!
I swear it buckled its digital seatbelt,
recalculated its life choices,
and whispered something about hazard pay.
Now every time I start the car,
it sighs like a weary parent
and asks if I’ve considered walking instead.
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