Life is full of struggle
We need to face,not grumble
Every move is a challenge to win
But,be true,do no sin
The best of efforts fall short and less
The lack of courage is a curse,not bless
The worst enemy of mine is the lack of courage
I feel disheartened and often outrage
The fear of courage,that I have within
I need to throw out,else need to pin
Although I work hard to reach the goal
I could reach only up to a knoll...
"Blessed is the nation whose
God is the Lord" psalms 33:12 KJV
The Mayflower Compack:
Our cause, identity, and purpose
The Declaration of Independence:
Our resolve, our honor, our freedom
The Preamble to the Constitution:
Our plan for the rule of law
The Constitution of the USA:
Our rule of law
The Gettysburg Address:
The demands of our history
The Pledge of Allegiance:
Our commitment and dedication
To our God and to our Nation
It isn’t that I begrudge
you taking what is yours,
for, who am I to judge
what perishes or what endures?
From dust we have sprung
and to it we shall return,
and when our song is sung
its words we will unlearn.
But why so young, so innocent
a flower you chose to pluck?
To me it seems indecent
that such a life be struck.
Perhaps it had displeased you
in a naïve and unsuspecting way.
But with you one cannot argue
that it may only have been child’s play.
Or maybe, quite the reverse,
it pleased you in excess,
and from the whole universe
this flower you chose to bless.
Cuba weeps.
And the world
observes in silence.
Suffering does not shout.
It endures.
United States,
power has been your language.
But power
is never permanent.
A nation may rise
on strength—
yet fall
by its excess.
The weak remember.
History remembers longer.
Sanctions tighten slowly.
Hunger moves quietly.
But both
leave marks
that time cannot erase.
You act today
as though authority
is eternal.
It is not.
Cruelty carries an end.
And every empire
meets its measure.
The world is watching.
Not with noise—
but with judgment.
Blood once spilled
does not disappear.
It returns
as memory,
as resistance,
as consequence.
Majorities shift.
Alliances fade.
Power changes hands
without warning.
What stands today
may kneel tomorrow.
Remember this:
A ruler feared by many
must one day
face them all.
And when that hour comes,
no strength remains
without justice.
God sees.
History records.
And in the silence of suffering,
Cuba waits.
bonasa umbellus--- "cloak of secrecy"
A warp drive is a theoretical concept that
moves a spacecraft by compressing space
in front of it and expanding space behind
it, creating a "warp bubble"A cloche
french for bell.
The limbs of the hickory wii be fashioned
and forged into a bassoon.
" Hezzah Hoeing"
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Manila Clam Hand Hoe
Clam Hoe/Fork
Solen brevis
sandy-muddy tidal areas.
Other species, such as
Amiantis umbonella
Barbatia decussata
tivela damaoides,
being prominent in
clam feastated areas
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Of three things you need for happiness--
Be stupid, healthy, hail selfishness,
But if not so stupid
It may not help indeed,
So, better bless your foolishness.
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Happenings | 30.01.2026 | bliss, happiness, humour, stupidity, limerick
Note: Based on the doctrine of happiness by Gustavo Flaubert. Who proves this so vividly in present-day politics? It’s not so hard to guess.
My thoughts and well wishes, to you dear
Sir' you are fair, and well balanced, why did
They incacerate you in there.' The sickness
In system, will cause its own demise, that is reality..And beyond all disguise.'
May God grant His grace to those who wish me harm
and shield me from masked smiles.
I moved forward on my own to turn solitude
into a relentless companion.
I offer respect and affection to corrupted beings,
to sealed vaults crawling with unstable secrets.
I cross this chaotic dimension on autopilot,
guided by a force beyond calculation.
I find myself compelled to destroy anyone who stains
my dreams, my dignity, or my values.
When pain cuts through me, even Lucifer tightens,
fearing what I might be driven to do.
If my hand reaches toward you, the other stays armed,
ready for the final response should you aim for my arm.
I place no trust in humanity.
I don’t wish
to be studied
just
to be read
Where daydreams
long scripted
danced round
in my head
With words
humbly gifted
each phrase
probate free
To those
in whose honor
my best
— I bequeath
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
VERSE
One line of rhythm and rhyme--better to bless than curse.
As the light entwines with the shadows fine
Feeding my fire..I believe.! Is The Lord Devine; who takes us
Higher.' I've no axe to grind..As was in former times.'
I am open to listen.'
I can see a rich glisten.. at the periphery of my
Indeed Limited vision.' Was that a wolf.' Or a
Brother.? May confusion not smother.' the
Sharing of visions,i let there be faith not
Derision...All humanity He made them..From
One Word." truly amazing.)
Jewels rolled down your shirt—
for a moment, your shoulder turned to rain.
We lifted our eyes to that infinite blue
and just as swiftly, twilight fell again:
another star kindled beyond the sky’s edge.
I’d fold a thousand cranes for you,
or chase a million scattered stars.
What fate is this, where light refuses to dim?
Where debts of love lie quietly unpaid?
I see it now—our severed threads unspun,
yet feel thee near; we were never that far.
My tears have blurred the Milky Way.
Still—one day,
we’ll trace each other’s shadow back.
Though this life falls grain by grain,
the wheel turns gently, again and again.
From that first point where our hearts once spun—
may love, unspoken, return
before it’s named.
And the children cried out to their Maker
Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace
They all clamered 'round about Him
Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased
They came upon a leper
His body wreaked, his eyes were dim
He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus
He was crippled but he really loved Him
Finally they left, the sun was low
There was chatter, good things had happened
They bragged how Jesus loved them so
Do you ever
Do to yourself
What you've done to others
So you know the pains
That comes with it
It's so crazy
Very lazy acting without thinking.
I just hope
You get
What you
Wish on another
Not preaching
Ain't a pastor
But a God son
God save us
From what we don't know
Bless us
With what we've never own.
Thank you, God.
For all of America’s blessings, for guiding us through the storms of life.
Guide us now to the path of light, heal our wounds, and shield us from the unkind.
May the blessing of God continue to flow to America and make us a shining light for all to see.
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