My poetry teacher Miss Took
read out poems out of her book
one poem was so rude
it was verging on lewd
"Thought t'was the other, I mistook"
ZoZo is Bozo
The library is often
The book is now gone
I picked up an old recipe book looking for something appetizing to cook, the recipes were very old and something unusual was moving in my soul. I wanted a taste and resonate beyond the heaven, a taste that was different and one that would appease the global longinging. I have tried British cuisine but it was too cold and it would have rapture my soul. French and Italian was full of compassion; extremely romantic so I place an asterisk beside it but later I will see if that will fit. Chinese cuisine was too hot and Japanese was too flat, Vietnamese and Thai was too hard to comply; too much noodle would ruin my sleep and cause my spirit to weep. Mexican was too spicy and Middle East was too dicey. I still could not make up my mind and I want to bring the universe alive and appease their appetite and so I turn my head toward the sky and watch the cloud slowly transition in the sky.
The complex secret of life
is simplicity itself:
you're born, you live and you die.
It is a well-thumbed book with
incomprehensible text
which you borrow, you read and
then pass it on to the next.
Writing helps me scream
Words I was too scared to whisper before
With poems, I bloom like the flowers in my dream
Finally knowing what I exist for
Every feeling flows like a stream
With verses that my soul pours
In my book, the world is ours
With God, showing us the beam
I’ll never find the words to tell you
How deeply I love you
Unless they’re written in a letter
Where my heart speaks better
Thousands of words come effortlessly
A gift kept secretly
Destined for your eyes only
Only you will ever read me
Only you will ever know me
If a book were a burrito, hot off the press,
I'd eat it bite by bite, I guess;
but, I'd do more than savor every bite.
I'd boil a pot of beans and begin to write
a novel of distinction, served up hot with rice,
and in the sexy parts, I would add some spice.
Don’t Judge the Cover of My Book
Females
If I gain a little weight, I am too much or fat.
If I get too skinny, I am not enough.
If I wear makeup, you say, “Be natural.”
If I stay natural, you say, “Ugly.”
No matter what I do is wrong to someone.
Men
If I show emotions, I’m soft.
If I’m just nice, I’m trying too hard.
If I don’t, I’m dirty.
If I talk a lot, I’m annoying.
If I stay quiet, I’m weird.
If I focus on school, I’m boring.
If I don’t, I’m dumb.
If I trust people, I get played.
If I don’t, I’m hard to deal with.
No matter what I do is wrong to someone.
Society
The internet rules, judging us humans by the cover of our books,
but are not reading the chapters inside.
I mean, why?
Why do we judge our people by race,
our hair or face,
how we act
and how we don’t act?
You’re over here wondering why I can’t be myself,
because if I act like you, I am cool,
but if I act like me, I am weird.
a book left open on the table
holds its breath~
waiting for the reader
to return.
the page doesn’t complain
about being abandoned;
it simply keeps offering
what it has.
No book, Life, to slow up for
Better, each page, back-turning
Than whose own lived out.
And like that, shelved, what requires
Quietest of spaces to
Contemplate about.
Turn the page, start again, maybe the next page will be the winning end.
Life is like a book, it has many pages, many chapters, each one is like a season, it leaves its impression.
Turn the page, and smile again, do not feel sad if the last page made you sad, look ahead and smile again, for each page will make you grin.
Life can make us happy, it can make us sad, but we can turn the page and start again.
Sometimes in life, we need to keep going, keep on moving forward, life is like reading a book with many pages.
Do not give up, keep learning and growing, if you hit a bad page in your book of life, just turn the page and move forward.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
We come together with our lives and our secrets,
Two separate books
Waiting for each other to uncover
And discover what is inside.
My cover may not be glamorous or pretty,
But is holds much beauty deep within.
The story is not always happy but not so sad.
Each time a new page is read
A part of my life is unfolded.
If you become tired or bored reading this book,
You have the freedom to stop.
You do not have to turn another page.
But if you choose to read on, do it slowly,
And with kindness.
For this book has been
Needlessly rampaged through and tossed aside.
It may not withstand another thoughtless reader.
Here I sit on a big bookshelf,
I am here all by myself.
At night the lights go off,
the dust makes me want to cough.
Each new day the lights go on,
making me wish I was gone.
I see you walking by,
that makes me want to cry.
Oh please do not be shy,
pick me up to buy.
I just know you need a new book,
give me a look.
You will love what you see,
I can go home and we can have tea and brie.
eradication of the new world screw worm began with
stem cell research.Cochliomyia hominivorax the new world screw worm
is a threat to all humanity.
It can undermined the effects of generations
of people across the world. A flesh eating parasite
that only wishes to thrive and survive off
off mammals. Maggots burrow into the sjin of
warm blooded animals. Gene editing and male only lines
Researchers are utilizing genomic resources to
identify genes linked to host-seeking behavior
and sex determination.Scientists at facilities like
the New World Screwworm Program have
developed transgenic, male-only strains of the fly.
This prevents female flies from developing in the
lab and streamlines the release of sterile males.
Biotech Partnerships: Institutions like Texas Biomed
are collaborating with private biotech firms to
develop next-generation biological
suppression technologies.
This is a nicely compiled book of flowing poems
of a poet who is as ordinary as you and me.
In the meadow of crimson heart lively passion stems,
you need to turn the tender pages to see.
When alone recite aloud the poems of this book,
you’ll hear the music of your resounding emotion,
as made by the dancing waters in a baroque brook.
You’ll drown your despair in the eddy of elation.
The sunrise spectrum will color your bland sky,
in gloomy days you’ll see the fervent future gleam.
To the halcyon horizon like a beguiled bird you’ll fly,
in the quiet bay of blissful poems you’ll swim.
As you walk listless through the dismal pathway
if at times life’s drudgery drags you down,
open the book and on its pragmatic pages you stay,
the poems will uplift you, this book you must own.
Rumple Stein opens his great
book of old,
Under the blanket, a tale will
unfold,
Magic and monsters and
heroes so brave,
Pointing his finger to a deep
hidden cave,
Leaving you dreaming of
secrets he gave.
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