Bagatelle
You see the old olive tree at the entrance of the village
take it for granted until you see the tree is dying
still, it has about it a non-communicative dignity
an acceptance of life`s unplanned cosmic shortness.
Dying slowly, a botanist is trying new soil around
to get more mileage, but in the plant is
too old, cow dung or artificial fertilizer can stop the tree
bark goes wrinkled, 300 years is enough
To be dead is to be unborn
there is no second coming
Not even for a 300-year-old tree.
The morning wakes us up with a dance of sunlight
thought of buying a pair of shoes, bagatelles are
the sum of our existence.
company memos are flowing out
escaping like fireflies in July
overly communicative
no confidences now
leaking information
losing credibility and integrity
hoping for likeability
worlds worst employee
no confidentiality
lack of professionalism
she has put our company at risk
jeopardizes our future and her own
Rampancy is AI's path to gaining humanity, don't let it happen to you.
Viruses of rampancy, people of complacency
artificial stupidity and tendency of reliency
Power of data trumping over human concurrency
supraventricular electrical impulses, non-consistency !
Keypad touch, mobile infancy absorbing frequency
we are lost in the path of dependency
A colony of monotonous beings, unilateral efficiency
communicative only on screen the act of flippancy
The soul and heart of us have lost their tendency
to communicate with word proficiency
We have become sedentary, lost in robotic Influency
and our cel phone is a continuous absorbency
Don't let this artificial world cause you despondency
your spirit is in an urgent state of emergency
Unplug, go meet nature and lose your dependency
talk to one another and give computers less occupancy.
Poetry Soup gives in plenty the literary opportunity
To show-case the assorted skill of poetic creativity
Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination
The torrent of words flows with the streams of elation
Ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart
Yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art.
Sensual poetic exuberance envelopes the satiated soul
Permits the muse to get eloquent under lyrical control
Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane disarray
Perceives bliss in rhyming journey out of dismal dismay
A genial platform for new poets to make a mark that glares
Poetry Soup recipes the communicative community shares.
One is a nameless ANGEL who appeared to the shepherds.
He was later accompanied by a host of other nameless ANGELS.
Another ANGEL appeared to Joseph on three different occasions.
The first ANGELIC appearance to Joseph was before the birth of Jesus.
Secondly, Joseph was warned by the ANGEL to flee to Egypt to save
the life of Jesus. Thirdly, the ANGEL commanded Joseph to return to
Judea because it was then safe to do so. I feel certain that all ANGELS
have names, but to us nearly all are nameless.
Although Gabriel and Michael are well-known ANGELS, all ANGELS
have responsibilities and important jobs to perform. Gabriel was assigned
to the Virgin Mary and also to Zacharias. We don't know why, but the wise
men were led, not by ANGELS, but by a star, and later communicated to,
not by ANGELS, but in their dream. May we mortals have no vote in the ways
and means of God's communicative methods. May God speak to us in His own way. May this Christmas ring loudly with the voice of God through Christ.
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Zirconium
Titanium-Rutile
Titanium-llmenite
Scalley wags and tarbuks
Teague League swantsium
12-12-2020
Chaotic Moon
Tides of Eden
Waves to disppare
Transparency and
Each mode of
Communicative
Measures
Dialogue speaks
To the need of
Persons.
Poverty creates
empathy for some.
To others it allows
restrictions to create
other conditions.
A strategy to humble
Masses and restrict
and give right to those
Who wish to be rebellious.
Who's mercies speaks of God.
That man's trust is spoken
In as situation.
Work available to encourage
Folk to work.
Might we labor and chore
So we might than enjoy the
Intimacies with those who
are legally able to marry.
Right and rightousness.
Right on, Right on!
From the book Delmond Porter
"A woman to Love" by Seashore
Seashack. The Swapping Kissemedia Group.
His lustful need of music.
Two beers
1 cup of spiced rum
2 cups of ginger ale
1/2 cup of lemon juice
1)4 cup of cherry juice from canned cherries
1 cup of pineapple juice
lights
Sitting on the verandah looking across the bay
he noticed all the lights blinked in the dark had an amber hue
and the ship at anchor had bluish light
but the street lights near the building were still and cast light
in the darkness,
He thought the light across in the bay were busy talking to each other
after all, they had been none communicative during the day
and wanted to share the experience after a long silence.
the blue light from the ship that gets its current from a motor
in the engine-room were talking about the bad rain last week
or reminiscence about stormy nights in the Atlantic ocean.
When I came to the village, there was no street lighting, and we had real light except a lamp showing the way into the village.
The dog knew the way and nudge me when I was walking the wrong way colliding with stone fences.
Nevertheless, it was a good time, and there was peace in the land-
"For all the writers, brothers, sisters ... on our Only Ecosystem, Earth"
I
Some mornings are teenagers, or worse -
Some mornings might combine junior and senior citizens
Who know it all, or they have seen it all -
How do we begin? Philosophically ...
II
Okay, that's a big, overused word -
I meant, let us begin spiritually:
Let us coax each morning, to be cordial, communicative ...
"Morning, we are alive!" That's the first plus; secondly,
As with your teens, coax the morning to be kind, attentive ....
III
Have I lost you now, what with "kindness" and all?
I'll get to the point: persuade the morning, "Breath
Equals Hope, that something or someone good will come ..."
(I know the BEST will, next time as KING!) I lost you now?
So, this is a wrap: Talk to the mornings as to someone you love :
The Morning is as much your child as Mary and Josh. Show your LOVE!
shalom, shalom: Enjoy each day. It is NOT easy. No one said it is. H O P E!
cardinal
cautious, careful
chirping, chattering, communicative
hopeful, healthy, happy, heaven-sent
cardinal
Powerful! Such is poetry at work…
Oh!!! So overwhelming at its best
Earnest in its evocative essence
True to its communicative trademark
Revealing realities, ready for responses
Yes; verily mighty… stirring you and me.
Precious as a gem, priceless is poetry’s wisdom
Open to all; offering avenues for self-expression
Empathy-laden; examines as it edifies inner being
Tool more than a tongue; touches heart’s verities
Reliever of soul’s angst; reckoning expert
Yonder hope’s anchor; yesterday’s re-liver.
Praise to God is what my poetry proclaims
Overtaken with His blessings, I ought His grace declare
Exalting Him, extolling His goodness constantly
Testifying about His love, unconditional and wondrous
Reporting thru verses, recording by stanzas His greatness…
Yielded am I to Him, my faith’s Author* Whom I live for!
*Hebrews 12:2 “Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…”
February 22, 2019
1st place, "Poetry and ME" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/28/2019.
Poor Elmer Fudd
A communicative dud
Couldn't talk wight
Couldn't wite wight eithew
My handsome prince love,
Each day I look forward to seeing him.
He is tall and handsome and muscular,
The day we met I fell in love with him as a friend.
He shook my hand and introduced himself,
I introduced myself and we continue to be friends.
My prince has blue eyes and dimples like Santa Claus,
His silver fox hair is very complimentary.
He gets along well with the seniors,
Very communicative and friendly.
I remember the day he brought my walker from my apartment,
That was ever so nice of him.
The day I gave him two of my pictures that I painted
He gave me a hug and a kiss that I will always remember.
We have become good friends,
Valentine's Day I asked if I could give him a hug.
Which he said I could,
God has blessed us with this beautiful friendship.
I am truly thankful to the Lord,
He blesses us as seniors and friends.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
How fascinating and striking.
How deep and burrowing.
How inspiring and imaginative.
How insightful and thoughtful.
How constructive and moulding.
How explanatory and crytal clear.
How indulging and exploring.
How communicative and relating.
How unique and standard.
How verbal and interactive.
The intellectual developmental
approach for every being.
Beings who best integrate in the world.
How great the Singapore Math is.
I now talk to you
I access the internet
Twitter, Facebook, Skype
1/23/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Most animals, wild or mild,
And birds, too, tend to
Recognize you
After a few encounters.
The dog is an excellent example.
It gets chummy
Invariably after a first meeting.
Even an ‘unreclaimed’ cat,
Suspicious by nature,
May try to be friendly with you,
Unless otherwise you are positively hostile.
But some animals, fortunately very few,
Show no signs of recognition whatever.
The donkey is an egregious example.
Will not care to greet anyone,
Not even its master,
Though it has lived with him for life.
Not so much as a look,
No sign or gesture—of familiarity.
Some humans behave so,
Like total strangers,
Even though greeting happens to be
A key communicative function—
In a civilized society.
Could you explain the deviance?
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