I've just been to Africa.
Our trip was a rush job.
In a hazardous and chaotic cosmos,
it's another world. Entirely.
If you go to another planet,
don't plan on staying long,
they're slippery and dangerous.
I'm back now—to my weird little life,
where I’ve always been netted and safe—
in classes—swaddled in color-coded calendars.
I like books - book books, paper books.
There's something memorable to durable goods,
the physical, a hex to text you can touch.
School requires a quiet disappearance.
All at once but nothing dramatic,
just small, measurable units
moment by moment edits.
A pleasure removed here or postponed there,
things renamed “inefficient” mostly.
One can lose oneself in self-improvement.
As you get better at academic measurables,
everything else suffers.
You can streamline your personality,
to disengage with distractions—
no matter how cute they are.
.
.
Songs for this:
TiK ToK by Kesha
2 days into college by Aimee Carty
DO NOT MESS WITH JACK
SCHMITT DID AND LOOKS LIKE A HACK
BRITT TAKEN ABACK
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
Making time to go back in Time,
Will get back what was thought lost for all Time.
Time after time,
When I have listened to my inner voice,
My guardian Angel,
Who works over time,
And I have gone back in Time,
To retrieve items
when others said I was wasting my Time,
That the item was lost for all Time.
Only two days ago,
My Guardian Angel alerted me in Time,
To retrieve my wallet before I lost it for all Time,
So back in time I did go,
To the bus stop Seat,
To find my wallet on that very seat,
Something others thought an impossible feat.
I do hope you have taken the time,
To go over very line,
I have written down for all Time
So you next Time,
You think an item lost for all Time,
You will remember in Time,
My poem on making the Time,
To go back in time,
To avoid standing in line,
To report your crime,,
Of failing to go back in time.
MEDIA ATTACK
COURT SAYS WHITE HOUSE LET THEM BACK
TRUMP REIGN STARTS TO CRACK
Do you remember young love?
It was "Oh What A Night."
We vowed,
"Nothing Gonna Stop Us Now."
The time passed quickly,
as the many days turned into years.
Then there was nothing left to say but,
"If You Leave Don't Look Back,"
says it all.
MEDIA STRIKES BACK
FOX NEWS JOINS IN THE ATTACK
TRUMP GETTING MUCH FLACK
Back to the future,
the matured drawing bord...
The indelible sword of the allure that seduces her.
Her edge, it does not end...
instead, it bends into the infinite,
the undefinitive depth of what was and what is,
attractive...
reflective...
primitive...
Her pulse, pressing immovably
against her immutable mind...
She is a goddess, I must confess,
a kind of powerful rhyme,
a dime a dozen a thousand times.
Oh why!
Why does my poetry live and die
at the inception of her word?
The amenable nerd,
the affection of my mental arection.
I am not ashamed, nor do I wish to subdue...
or tame...
the flame burning in my name.
In the name of liberty and luxury
and lust...I must!
For it would surely be, a bona fide crime,
to decline the art just waiting to climb
from your lips, my prolific truth drips and dribbles,
Tantalizing...
Realizing...
Fantasizing...
The cafeteria hums with a hundred different sounds, While I sit in the noise, keeping eyes on the ground. Fourteen feels small when you’re standing right here, And seventeen’s close, but it feels like a year. He said the age difference makes it a no, A boundary set down where I can't go.
Then his ex and her friend walk over and stare, With a flicker of something unkind in their stare. "So do you know about Riley liking you?" The words drop down like they think it’s brand new. Riley already knows how I feel inside, So why pull a thread where I’m trying to hide?
My throat tightens up, the room blurts into gray, Holding back tears that are fighting to stray. I swallow the sting, keep my head held high, So tired of the games and the half-truth lie. Just wanting someone to say what is real, Instead of making a show of the things that I feel.
Back to the Mount of Olives
Back to prayer and surrender.
Back to the feet of Jesus
Back to repentance rendered.
Back to a place of brokeness
Back to earnest pleading.
Back to our faces to the ground
Back to see Jesus bleeding.
Back to new consecration
Back to submission and tears.
Back to persevering prayer
Back to reverent fear.
Back to praying against temptation
Back to one hour of prayer.
Back to appalled by a misused kiss
Back to commitment there.
Back to a solitary place
Back to review what your call is.
Back to "fervently seek first His kingdom"
Back to the Mount of Olives.
CANADA FIGHTS BACK
COURAGE TRUMP THOUGHT WE DID LACK
OUR TARIFF ATTACK
A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
Since I gave you this heart of mine, its not the way it used to be.
The road I left behind and all those memories.
Like a voice from the past, when you called out my name
Life was moving way too fast, only memories remain.
Chorus
There's no turning back down that road that leads me back to you.
There was no place left to go, and nothing I could do.
And no matter how hard I try I just cannot let you go.
When you look into my eyes, we will be the last to know.
Now nothing that you say will make me change by mind.
There is no turning back down that road I left behind.
Holding on to those memories, Ive been crying all these tears
If only you would come back to me..I wish that you were here.
Letting go of yesterday--all these days have passed me by.
Some how we will find our way, but still I wonder why
We are holding on to what we have ..yet time keeps moving on
Letting go of the past, now yesterday is gone.
Repeat Chorus
20 number ten steaks
1 gallon of chow-chow
10 loaves of potato bread )Homemade(
30 sub rolls (homemade potato bread)
20 homemade sausage links
20 store bought polish saucasge links
cheesey cabbage cassole
carmelized onions with brandy and beef au jus
sweet and white potato french fries
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The delisous Delight......Assouvir
by Sympally Readiness
Since morning I had hungried
that the day my want for
delicoiusness
should be satisfied
that my craving for
simplity and grub ready
delights are to be
readied fom
the need of
my want
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Penny Lane is dead
They all said
Took her out back
Gave the Aussie a shovel attack
Later shots were heard
Witnessed only by the nocturnal birds
Observing the murder go down
After bullets made the deadly sound
Companions who party
Should be a little more smarty
Since someone could drug the cupcakes
Served by the friendly fake
When she was baked
But true love
Watching from above
Saw the couple
Facing trouble
Working together
Fighting the hatred weather
Brought Penny Lane back
Who suffered a shovel attack
Now alive
Penny Lane grabbed the cycle wings ride
Big girls they did sing
Knowing one thing
They evened the score
Winning the war
Despite wearing facial gore
Penny Lane next time you meet
Enjoy the celebration sweets
With a true mate
A holiday worthy date
Especially when you both defend
Not needing any blokey men
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