She used the incerating toilet to dispose of the horse dung.
it inspired someone to create an incinerater
for cattle , horse and pet waste.
the ashes could be used in mulch.
He titled it.
"Materails to Colonize Space'
the secrets of establish a colony in space.
they often dumped that dung into the old
hand-dug outhouses.
covering the dung with sawdust
so the oder wouldn't
ofend the next user.
But this idea ould be patented and alot of money could be made
by helping a lot of people do this thing.
It seemed a novel and humane way of thinking.
Written by: the Inventor and Salesperson
Language Of Patents
rights and processes
disclaimers and terms
maintenance fee'
priority and pending
variations like patent terms
esperson Sterculius or Stercutus
Patent Pending
+++++ResoLute+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++==++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The guy who creates the elastic snap-on strap for pants to make pants waist expand and contract to your size
will be one wealthy suiter!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Mankind aims to colonize Mars
We plan to not repeat past mistakes
~ Nature has way of prevailing
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
When pain is mirrored, it does not disappear—
it doubles, refracted through the wounded self.
The mind, once fortress, becomes the new frontier,
its soldiers turning inward to protect itself.
An insult flung, narcissistic manipulation—
the body answers, trembling, in kind.
Defense mistaken for provocation,
and guilt begins to colonize the mind.
The abuser smiles—order is restored,
the victim wears the shame like a second skin.
Yet in the dreamwork, symbols twist and strain,
the truth insists on this hammer within.
For rage, when born of terror, is not a crime —
it is the psyche screaming to let me out.
Only creative species
Have the potential
To reach the stars
And colonize other planets.
Only intelligent beings
Have the ability
To leap into the Universe
And connect with other aliens.
Only smart people
Have the good sense
To help each other out thru hard times
And seek out truth and happiness.
Only you and I
Have the opportunity
To become enlightened
And discover the art of peace ...
Together.
We were given one garden,
One womb spun in stardust and sea foam,
But we — children of steel and smoke —
Turned it into a battlefield of greed.
The trees whispered secrets of balance,
But we silenced them with chainsaws.
The rivers wept in silver tones,
Now they gag on plastic and oil.
Oceans rise not in wrath —
But in sorrow.
Mountains crumble under the weight
Of our endless hunger.
We drill into her lungs,
Build monuments on her broken bones,
While she, ancient and patient,
Bleeds chlorophyll and cries in storms.
We chase Mars like fools —
Dreaming of red dust kingdoms
While choking the blue cradle
That has always held us.
Colonize the stars?
We haven’t even earned the ground we stand on.
We mistake technology for wisdom,
And illusions for evolution.
Gaia does not hate —
She endures.
But she will cleanse herself,
With fire, with flood, with ice,
Until silence returns.
And when the last human voice
Vanishes into ash,
She will bloom again —
Brighter. Wilder. Free.
We had a home.
We had a chance.
We chose profit over prophecy.
And so, the Earth will heal —
But not for us.
Fog over the inlet
until water and air waltz together.
colds ears muffled by the dank air.
Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary.
The ocean is close
you can feel the tidal pull of it
the immensity of it,
even through the thick haze
it seems to tug at my small boat.
I hear now, the distant screaking
of coastal gulls.
Trawling fingers in the dark water
mellifluent coils pluck and pull.
Later, sitting in the cabin
I wonder why I did not push
further out from the estuary
advancing towards
the deep sound of the breakers.
I yawn, sup some hot tea from a mug,
smile,
comfortable,
that's the reason -
way too comfortable.
From East to West
let my servant's trumpet
announce this victory
over those who defied me;
no Greek dares to fight me:
I am their uttermost deity!
They named me Zeus
and look to me for guidance,
I carry the thunderbolt
and I strike all enemies with vengeance;
they fell by the dozen
in the battlefield below Athens,
the ones who survived will challenge me again:
a huge temple can be destroyed and be rebuilt
in a year or less, not a life of a warrior
whose voice can be silenced by a spear!
On the Mount of Olympus
I'm watchful of conspirers,
I've sent Ulysess on a journey
he will land on the peninsula of Italy,
it's his second home more prosperous
than Greece, there Greeks will colonize
and build temples to deities in valleys
to withstand weather and time!
They named me Zeus
and I ride the golden chariot,
Greek women bow down,
Greek men shout and fight;
I instill in them valor and grit,
and they'll persevere in their quest:
win or die, victory or loss
are carried inside until they have won!
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to be the first human on the planet Mars to colonize the place in case our earth burns Is he going to take his 14 children along?
My father, although working class, was not unlike these people there was always one more woman to sleep with and I now learn he spent the war years in UK fathering a child
I hope it was a boy, my own brother died young, mind my English brother must be 80 by now, in a terraced home freezing, since the pensioners lost the winter benefit
Men are like "asians" (-ation) not the ones from the far east, but the ones who fall weak.
The ones who seek validation through manipulation for their gratification somehow thinking they should get a congratulation for their uncertain manifestation.
The ones who play games like life is a play station, but fail to realize they create their own demise of this devastation.
Yet they colonize a civilization of hallucination for women to fall victim for their celebration.
Living in their own world of separation instead of integration as if we don't need one another for concentration.
Sad world we live in with these men.
Now don't get me wrong, not showing discrimination, women too can also be "asians" (-ation).
But this ain't about us, right now I'm on the men "asians" (-ation) with no hesitation.
We all should do some reevaluation in order to get some elevation, but before we do that, we have to come to realization not to bring aggravation to our generation.
In the nineteen sixties, growing up,
ideas filled my overflowing cup.
The future then was hopeful and bright.
It took eight minutes for golden light
to shine to the earth down from the sun,
traveling through space to land upon
a boy who was one year less than ten,
who worshipped the astronaut, John Glenn.
Do you recall, old friend, you and me,
how those rays missed us, 'neath shaded tree?
We studied feats of exploration,
learning all about our proud nation,
not knowing, in our days of wonder,
that we tore native lands asunder.
The planets would be our next frontier.
We'd be like Daniel Boone, the pioneer.
My excitement grew - I knew that soon
Neil Armstrong would land upon the moon.
One day, I'd fly space age technology
and create a Martian colony.
Time flies, and how I wish I could say,
the fire of stars still burns in me today.
Once, ideas filled a child's starry eyes,
and mind, a fruitful site to colonize.
You may have noticed throughout our trip across this country
over every mountain, river and stream
as we’ve marveled at all her beauty
there’s been an underlying theme.
With every mile we drove…every step we walked
we quickly began to understand…
no matter where we go in this country
there is an indigenousness to the land.
Everywhere we traveled we found stories
of indigenous legends, of their cultures…of their giving
of those who were here long before we came to colonize
and destroy their way of living
Across this country we have crossed innumerable indigenous remains
from Seattle, Washington all the way to Indian Harbor, Maine.
(In case you’re wondering…Indian Harbor…the last name that I dropped
was the original name of Corea, Maine…the last place that we stopped.)
And it saddens us to think how different our world would be
If it could have been designed…
with the indigenous knowledge, legends and folklore
we so callously left behind
There is sill hope for our country…we believe
still time to change…to understand
but to do this
first…
we must stop…and listen
to the indigenousness of the land
The first exploration was to the moon
Where we saw how its craters are hewn
We have orbited Jupiter to unveil the shroud
and unlocked the mystery beneath its dense cloud,
Man's curiousity has taken him to Mars
He's seen Saturn's rings as he journeyed among the stars,
Traveling to planets light years away
To reveal mysteries long held at bay
Exploring the universe is the ultimate goal
But they must avoid the deadly black hole,
and as the technology does improve
To colonize other planets is the next move
3-31-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
The world is China's playground.
Building artificial islands in the heart chamber of the ocean
A brash attempt to colonize everything.
The greenies never let out a peep.
Even after thousands of years, Chinese citizens cannot vote.
Peaceful protesting is violently crushed.
The commies have unleashed invisible beasts upon the earth.
Along with a wet market alibi.
It's the Chinese year of the rabbit.
The rabbit is leaving deadly droppings all over the planet.
When those we send back to the moons surface,
those we dispatch to those lifeless planets
that hang dead-boned and airless
in our small corner of space;
when they who reach and explore,
colonize and construct,
will they eventually construe
what we knew all along
that we who dwell on Earth
are the one reason for God to exist.
That God is here in the fruitful soil
of this garden
where eternal life has planted its heart.
We were not there
to welcome them home
but came later in the long
evenings when nightmares
ravaged their sleep. Peace
had walled in the horrors
hiding in the heads of good men.
Big blocks gave room
for games and unfenced spaces
weakened what had, in hard times,
glued generations together.
No authority held sway
over an open sky. Man rode
high in the territories of the gods.
Distant wars festered
under the gaze of cameras
and played out each night
in black and white until souls,
calloused by the count,
sought salvation in a haze
of chants and love.
Economics rescued us
and gave a pure purpose
to our lives. Sober, swollen
with cliches we set about
our sacred task
to feed the appetites
of a rampant want.
We argued our exemption
from the sins of common man
and bequeathed to others
the burden of our waste.
Reason was traded for a job
or abandoned to the promised
clean up by a coming god.
They now talk of plans
to colonize Mars as a lifeboat
in case extinction comes to pass.
I sit and watch a bloodshot sun
sink into the waters of the bay
and worry about how long
my roses will last.
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