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Pendulum Persuasion In Crystal

Pendulums have been used for divining -
for finding bombs, water and gold ore
But you just need a crystal on a string
to find some answers you are looking for!

There’s something that you really want to know -
like where’s the key you lost and cannot find
or where’s the best vacation spot to go?
The answer lies in your subconscious mind!

It may not be a question of where, but when.
Is it the proper time to start anew
or should you do the same old things again?
There are crystal pendulums to guide you.

Is there someone that you wish to wed?
For decisions of the heart, you will need
a crystal pendulum in pink or red.
Your mind has answers that you ought to heed!

Are crystals magic, or do they just guess?
How can they really know what’s right for you.
You must establish what means NO or YES.
There’s one thing that you first have got to do.

Reactions of your nerves the crystals gauge.
So while the crystal hangs from string or chain,
you’ll see it move. Your mind’s eye sets the stage.
From your fingers’ nerves, answers you will gain.

Ask questions to the pendulum for which
the no’s are definite, and be aware
how the crystal moves before you switch
to answers yes. Keep practicing with care.

The crystal only answers yes or no,
but once you have connected to the way
your pendulum reacts, you’re good to go!
Get answers for yourself on any day.

Black crystals work if danger you should face.
Creative answers amethyst can show.
Not just a pendulum of time and place -
for almost anything you need to know!!

May 21, 2017
 for Kai Michael Neumann Pendulum of Time and Place Contest

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In the Olden days when we wear grasses,
When we dance naked under the rain,
When we were cooking grasses as drug,
When we have no fear in us and fear never
Haunt us just like the way it does now.
We were fine and good to go in the world.

In the olde days when life was for the brave
You marry as many wives as you want
There was no trouble for our fathers but now
When a man marries one wife he can't cope with her.
We are lost and lost in the wood of life.

In the olden days when mothers were wives,
When girls were girls without dirty minds
When wives were wives that never nag,
I should've married then than now that we have
men as women beating their husband at home.

In the days of old, when motor was not invented,
We were fine with horses and camels that never
Had an accident like vehicles does now to us.
Those days when we have no radio and television,
The heads of our youths were at home to impact.

In the olden days when we knew nothing,
We were nothing and nothing knew us;
We were good with throwing of arrows
And killing animals for food but now,
We are killed by the so called canned food.

We played with girls without anything in mind,
The elders removed their wrapper in front of us,
We were never ashamed to walk in the street unclothed, yet we were fine and honest to nature.
Plane never existed to kill us like wandering fowls,
Technologies were not there to mare us to sin,
We were just fine and cool with ourselves but
Now, things have change and change to our own pain.

A pregnant woman was not envious of a nursing mother because she knew her own time shall come.
And a widower should not be jealous of married
Ones because he has the power to remarry any time.
We live like one family and we seek the faceof the gods, religion was never the problem but now it is.
We shall soon see where this new dawn is going to.

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Tales My Mother Tells

(7/5 Trochee form)

“You were such a sweet smart girl,”
my mom says to me
when I ask her how I was 
in my infancy.

Then she always tells me how
early I first talked,
saying “Jesus loves me” first;
At six months I walked!

And she says another thing
making me feel good.
Always I obeyed her by
doing what I should.

Mother says I helped her teach
Jenny what to do.
Jenny was five months old when
I had turned two.

Since I’d potty trained myself
after I’d turned one,
Mom says I trained Jenny too.
Then when Jen was done. . . 

I trained Melanie, born next
after I was three,
So I guess a teacher’s what
I was meant to be!

Just one thing about me, though,
drove my parents mad.
When they put me down to sleep,
I was very bad.

Whether it was eight or nine,
even after ten,
I would yelp like some crazed pup
locked up in a  pen.

Mother hated doing it, 
but my father said,
“Let her be. Just let her scream
in her little bed.”

So they shut my door so they’d
block my screeching out.
And I must have hollered till
I wore myself out!

Once, my head got stuck between
railings of my bed.
Doc says now my neck sits wrong
underneath my head!

And I nearly lost an eye -
Fell while running ‘round.
For the doc to stitch me, four
nurses held me down.

Once while Mom learned how to park
(I was just a sprout),
sitting fiddling with the door,
somehow I fell out.

Mom backed up, then turned and saw
I was not in sight.
I was underneath a tire,
winter coat on tight!

Did my Mom exaggerate?
Doc said, “Good to go!”
Was I saved by my thick coat?
Guess I’ll never know.

These are tales my mother tells.
One thing seems my fate. . . 
Nobody can make me sleep
before very late!!!

For Catie Lindsay's 
"Baby Boo's Shoes - Quickly Contest"

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Christmas Eve


Christmas Eve


We gathered close together Christmas Eve,
while windows framed a winter fairyland;
our own 'frosty the snowman' stood on guard
beneath the moon, with hat and scarf so grand.
 
With joy, we finished trimming up the tree
while Jingle Bells played on the stereo,
and thinking that just any moment soon
dear Santa Clause and Elves were good to go

with all the toys they'd gathered and packed up
on Santa's magic sled to fly away,
cheered on by prancing Reindeer and sleigh bells
to bring kids Season's Joy on Christmas Day.


Sandra M. Haight

~st Place~
Contest: Ho ho ho
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 12/27/2016

Must use these 10 words:
Elves, Frosty the Snowman, Christmas, Jingle Bells, Toys
Sled, Sleigh Bells, Santa Claus, Trimming, Winter Fairyland

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Middle of the road


I drink poetry and excrete it in my imagination to the taste of soup, inspiration in my gutter of sky, the farces run the barn of wood crawling fingers, digging deep into the fury velvet twilight map the location

Entertainer decapitate loyal crew to the kingdom of kingpin round morning blessing brother meek of submerged answers never to be repeated to the third person singular, but lukewarm of appetite detached morning mum. 

Line of angry dull pin the sharp hap to the loot of moon pointing straightforward to the faded Antilles, Western Indies scruffs of limitless anchor of my days to that thwart of subliminal good to go.

Smiling moon to the center of the sky peep into my prison of imagination, padlock to the gallows mistake shaking the dignity of arrow to the cloak the tempest banana republic to repugnant whistle sound

The kilos of rhythms backed up my pant of pain to till sunshine yet to blame the belated from the bereave lure to deputizes the post of ray to tray of mishaps, the din of lion claws of fun rub truth leaning side by side sip the peg of life to the smile of hyperbole. 

The sharp thoughts quick under my pillow from voices of an Island crying to trembling hawk jog of bug nails sound decontrol of hail night and the root of thief.

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The Mighty Tardigrade

Behold the awesome water bear
A tiny puffy hero
Who floats beyond our atmosphere
At absolute near zero

A brave and fearless debonair
Who hardly needs to eat
Amoeba here, a dewdrop there
It's good to go tout suite

A boiling hot tub is just fine
For rest and relaxation
And catching a few tanning rays
Of cosmic radiation

Wherever its eight legs do go
It's always got it made
And sails the universe's flow
The mighty tardigrade

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The PRAIRIE DIALED 9-ELEVEN


By day you work the fence, you’re out stretching the wire.
By night you read of Grace and stare into the fire.

Come morning you fix a breakfast to last you all day.
Come evening your supper is a better reward than pay.

Come morning you eat a breakfast fit for a king.
Come evening you’re so hungry you’ll eat ‘bout anything.

Coffee warns of eggs and biscuits and such.
Supper comes along usually ‘bout dusk.

Tending a herd on the wide open plains.
Gives a body time to think of all sorta thangs.

Thangs like how great a country we live in today.
Here in America, the good ‘ole U. S. of A.

A country so vast, with big cities on each side.
But here in the wide-open middle is where I reside.

A country founded on God, they sat sail for where ever the wind leads.
Strange how we all seek the same God, how some get off in the weeds.

No one knows freedom better than the American Cowboy.
Freedom’s nothing to sneeze at and it certainly ain’t no toy.

Some folks don’t like our freedom and man, with out a clue.
Stole some planes and right into our life they flew.

Last week these guys tried to take our freedom away.
Hurt some folks in the most barbaric way.

On the prairie they’re snakes and all kinds of varmints.
But nothing as mean as these guys that came here to harm us.

If critters are out and pose some kind of threat.
Yank a hog-leg, fire a round, you’re good to go I’ll bet.

Hear me Lord as I stare into the fire and say.
Rid their minds of this evil thinkin’ is what I pray.

We can’t reason why things like that happen.
You’re the only one that knows Lord, I reacon.

Our leaders have shown Your Spirit as their witness.
Our countrymen have followed suit, just as You’ve convicted us.

I’m thankful all I do is stretch fence and rope in an occasional stray.
Than to have to do what Bush has had to do the past few days.

Lord; be with us, guide our leaders with what they “Have” to do.
Thanks for uniting our country, You’re faith we must prove.

By the fire I read where we’re here today and gone tomorrow.
Life’s short, live it to the fullest, ain’t no time for sorrow.

Come morning breakfast has been better here of late.
Come evening supper has been especially great.

Seems we have an awful lot to appreciate.
Since the time of the attack, to date.

Lord; guide the boys, give them wisdom with what they do and say.
This ‘ole cowboy is fightin’ the war on my knees as I pray.

By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: September 18, 2001 ~ Tuesday

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Tenant Fourteen


Enter apartment, ready to paint 
Open the door and empty it ain't 
Apartment not empty or unoccupied 
Furniture everywhere someone has lied 

Previous day, nineteen ninety five 
Parked rented truck ready to drive 
One single woman packing in haste 
Filled to the top no room to waste 

Unable to paint let one week pass 
Return to the job no sign of the lass 
Full of furniture time has stood still 
Come back next week right now just chill 

This is week two job is in doubt 
Landlord orders furniture out 
Donates items to new family in wait 
Family from Haiti in need of the freight 

Now it's all empty jobs good to go 
Where is the lass no one does know 
Prepare for the plaster and ready to paint 
Soft knock on a door interruption was faint 

Open the door elder man does request 
All of the furniture now he is stressed 
Landlord explains this tenant has fled 
Weeks have passed no word was said 

Father of daughter explains in strife 
Daughter no longer has taken her life 
Behind was left a husband, two sons 
Heavy the burden weight in the tons 

While loading the van can anyone know? 
That she was thinking which way to go 
Confusing the conflict inside her mind 
All of them mingled and intertwined 

Continue to paint apartment fourteen 
Woman who left this worldly scene 
Pondering heavy could words have been said 
If they were? would be here instead? 

Who's to know the outcome for sure 
Only one fact she could not endure 
Thoughts of her family are on my mind 
Find the time show goodwill be kind

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RIDE HOME

Hey there I been eyeing YOU
BEEN fantasizing about a rendezvous 
Wanna make your commute home
 one you look forward to
Have you been wanting ME 
the way I've I been wanting YOU?
Do u mind if I have a lick of your hot sexiness?
We can be discrete bend me over and pull up my dress
It's empty nobody here no one to know
Wanna ride YOU home nice and slow
Been lusting you so long sexy stranger I'm good to go
Tell me what you like I won't say NO
No need to waste time with fake pleasantries
We can give each other what we NEED 
I been watching you for months to and fro
Come over here give it a go
wanna please you you work so hard
Did my straightforward approach catch you off guard?
I'm a REAL grown Women I speak than I DO
Nothing to be scared of don't want to frighten you
But when I see something that I want I conquer it
I take care of my business baby I HANDLE IT
Come on baby no need to hesitate 
Our bodies come together
 our hips gyrate
Your touch feels good so RIGHT
I know what you want 
I know what you LIKE
No need to rush there's no time clock
Let's get busy 
Time make this train ROCK
straddle my legs around your waist
You tell me my lips you been dreaming to get a taste
Well it just so happens to be your LUCKY day
Pull me in closer feel my breasts sway 
When our mouths collide it's pure delicious bliss
I m so ready I will fulfill your every erotic wish
Your body has ignited inside me a burning flame
No don't speak don't need to Know your name
We are adults let's not waste time on a silly game
Doesn't matter won't change anything still WANT you all the same
You have had a long stressful day
Just relax &  lay back I'll help you wash it all away
Take it in feels incredible enjoy every minute
Wanna lick you everywhere wanna get all up in it
There you go close your eyes
Isn't this by far a more ENJOYABLE ride?
Dam  you feel good
 this is my idea of sexy fun
Don't get off this ride
Until your good and DONE
Than please pull down my dress 
Because  I gotta run
Don't tell anyone what we've done
It's our secret strictly
 between ME & YOU
Hope To see you tomorrow 
Same place same time ...ROUND two

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The Right Decision for Me

Finding new courage many years ago,
I sang a love song in my quiet room.
I never sang dancing wearing a plume. 
Nor did I sing live in a bar’s playroom.

I could not, would not, in the public croon.
I did sing it once in a studio.
Musicians there arranged a background tune.
My song went well; and it was good to go!

The records came; yes, it was way back then.
With my plan in place, I soon hit the road.
I traveled on mountain, on hill and glen.
Promotions on windshields, my dream echoed.

Radio interviews … there were a few.
“Make My Dream Come True” flyers passed along.
Air play came quickly and out of the blue!
From state to state I promoted my song.

Security was in one parking lot.
Flyers on the cars; they said were No!  NO!
The hundreds I put out were all for naught.
They made me pick them ALL up … BAD; you know!

There were great days and many things to see.
I thought of fame, and where my life would go.
It was one outrageous dream for shy me.
So, I chose to give married life a go!



1/15/2017

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Poem XXII - Chameleon

Black. White. Blue. Pink. Orange. I'll blend in. Tall, short, cold, warm. I'll blend in. She likes to remain calm, she likes to scream or maybe even lean. I'll blend in. People always playing cautious as if they got something to lose. Put in nothing, you won't get anything. You want to talk about your main chick? Or your main chick don't like the main...? I forgot the word. Don't need to blend in that much or else life would be boring. This all happens in steps. Before you sprint, you run. Before you run, you walk. Before you walk, you crawl.

So how is one a Chameleon? It's all in steps. First you get the ratchets, they are down for whatever. Slip a 50 and she'll give you 50 reasons why she should keep that 50. She don't deal with broke niggas. So I suggest you save before you earn a couple of reasons why you shouldn't waste your money. Then you get the normal girls. The ones who do everything in order. They kiss, undress then do it. Not do it dressed like kiss. She needs a bit of work though. Some of them are dedicated to things that don't involve you. A little tweak here and there and the baby is good to go. Not around you, not with you but on you cause every girl has a weak spot. Will you find it?

Sometimes you have to invest. Put in a buck. Watch it become a dollar fifty. Once she releases Her First drop, you wait for the ocean. But be careful. Once you open that tap, it will break and water will come in gallons and you might drown. That's where you get those undercover girls. Normal during the day but a freak at night. They smart at school and at clubs. They don't get down with people they know. That way their identity is always hidden. I saw a girl like that once. She told me she was obsessed with lollipops. I felt bad. I only had caramel sticks with vanilla inside. She didn't mind though and that's a good thing cause its good to experiment right? No it's not. She got so obsessed, she started liking vanilla killers and got killed by the vanilla. Stupid girl.

She's nothing like those hardcore girls. The ones who've been around the block. Hits lean, kills the spleen but still lives. Then when they don't have any thing they hit a spleen and emotions spill everywhere. Now you, you have to adapt. The weak spot is that brain. Speak in riddles and you're halfway there. Another weak spot is your hands. Touch her here and she's sold. Lust and **** are spelt with the same letters. I'm not saying girls are sluts but when a girl has lust, it's not difficult to shapeshift. Once the girl shapeshifts that's when spots show. People can arguably debate that's its manipulation but son listen. It's not manipulation if you didn't force her to.

You want to become a Chameleon? Adapt to these 4 people step by step and there's no one you can't adapt to. Son you need to learn that girls are not difficult, but they are never easy. They are challenging and smart. You just need to hold the ball first. Never listen to those that tell you that actions speak louder than words because it's the words that instigate those actions. That's powerful.
2014/08/03

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Jamie McCowan

Jamie plays the sport of boccia, 
Where you throw your six balls, 
Towards the jack with another, 
And whoever is nearest, calls. 

Jamie has Duchenne Muscular
Dystropy like his brother Scott, 
Who’s older. They both blether, 
So life’s easier in Jamie’s spot. 

Scott made it to London’s lever,
To the 2012 Paralympic games,
When he threw the ball, leather:
Boccia gives your fitness aims.

There’s two methods of Boccia, 
One by throwing all your balls, 
One by a ramp, that’s the other,
When another places your balls. 

Jamie’s assistant is mum, carer, 
And all the family feel much joy, 
At having this top time together,
‘Cos dad was a footballing boy.  

About Rio 2016 he did deliver, 
This claim about sports games: 
“The thing I want to remember, 
is that I don’t think that, [flames],

it’s good to go in and [consider,
that] you know what to expect. 
But when you step out [further], 
onto the court [you’ll connect],

nothing’s changed…[ever], 
it’s the same game once 
you’re [on court], out there.” 
It’s a very mature responce. 

He also says on Rio’s chair:
“The way we have played 
recently we know [our flare,
and] we can achieve [glade] 

what we want, [that’s our care], 
that’s the most important thing. 
I think that if you have [blare]
confidence [then you] can win." 

The family come from Ayrshire, 
From the village of Dundonald, 
So Scotland has a bright flare, 
In Rio’s boccia squad called.

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Tenant Fourteen

RIDE HOME

The Right Decision for Me

Poem XXII - Chameleon

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