Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
I err on the side of formality in receipt of undetermined
gender-initiated contact via a surname known to me to be of two different genders, despite that, appropriates;
To Whom It May Concern:
This means using Mr., Mrs., Ms., or other titles, followed by the individual. Pay attention to cues from the person you are addressing. If they express a preference for the better informal address, adjust accordingly. This indeed may involve using first names or other preferred titles.
Respect cultural differences, as moniker conventions can vary significantly across countries and societies. Do your research and be mindful of local norms when addressing people from diverse backgrounds.
As long as you approach the matter of addressing others with sensitivity and respect, you’re likely to earn a praise.
Petite she may be, but her words say otherwise
Extremely intelligent, simply read through her writes
Themes of mix, appropriates my eyes
Inner thoughts of her peripheral, leaves me to sigh
Testament to her faith
Everlasting, it's in her eyes
Poetry plays a part, massively in her life
Outwardly there's that smile, wonderfully rife
Emitting, oozing warmth, infectious she be
Thermal is her heart, fusing you and me
Exceptional she, and she will become
She being the Petite Poetess
Simply, she's the one.
Poetry has a hidden meaning,
words designed to invoke a feeling,
unveiled by the writer to his prey.
A graphical hook, the trap now set,
imagery, a heroic couplet.
The poet’s task is finally a lay!
Ballad, limerick, and sometimes haiku,
envoi, epic, and often rondeau,
His hunting methods seldom concrete.
He appropriates all the time it takes.
The reader’s tenacity he breaks.
To finally enlighten is his feat.
His enjoyment has at last been filled.
Even as his plebe is being skilled,
The onus of work is now complete!
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