Remeber that toast from yesterday morning honey? Yeah what about it. It tasted like cake what was it. I fried the leftover poundcake into french toast. Hazelnuts and coconuts and whipped cream. I was faboulous Darling where did you get the idea. The gy at Cafe Mongol told me it's what his wife does when there's lefteovers.Editing, and distribution process. Jargon: why are you saying this Honey? Oh nothing I left the sheet music on the table did you move it? Yes it's in the draw by the door. Thanks I found it. Did you know they rebanned the 12-stringed Yatga in Mongolia? No honey, I couldn't give a damn. It's a banned instrument why is one here. I guess I'm some sorta "MUSICAIL OUTLAW" I guess.The Glass Armonica will arrive at the auditrium tommorrow. We might have some troubles do to it's abilty to cause muscle spasms. Yeah Honey! Well I'm off I'll be back after my workout.." Might the threads unravel i will depend on your love for my concern"! Yeah I love you to Honey. Put a block of ice on it Cool it off that way. See you later.
Following a summit with President Xi Jinping in Beijing, President Trump declined to explicitly state if U.S. troops would defend Taiwan, telling reporters that he wants both Taiwan and China to "cool it a little bit" and questioning the necessity of fighting a war 9,500 miles away. A proposed $14 billion US arms package for Taiwan remains on hold.
Wheeler-dealer Donald Trump
All's for sale, what a champ
Friends are change worth a dime
He don't care, piece of slime
Sell Taiwan, Iran, Ukraine
Send no arms gets people slain
Talks are cheap, deceitful talks
Promise something and then walks
China suddenly a friend
Pile of contracts to no end
Mr. Pres, you lose your face
Every move is a disgrace
May 16, 2026
Our love is like a flower blooming in the garden, it grows, it sleeps, it buds, it blooms, it sends love all around with its seeds.
Our love is like the earth, its solid, it has texture, it feels warm, then cool, it gives us so many moods.
Our love is like the ocean, calm, cool, moving, splashing, making energy that makes us feel amazing.
Our love is forever growing, it’s like a vine that continues on and sleeps in the wintertime.
Love you forever, my sweet and kind one.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Water can be calming until it floods the earth with its purpose
It becomes quite unpleasant when the water overextends its intent
Is it the moon that is making the water have more intent with its purpose
Let it be known that the water cares for the earth to an extent
The water cares for its blood and claims to care for the earth, and wants to nourish its seed
Well, the seed does not want the water with salt
Do not concoct a form of a pleasant and tasty Meade
It would prefer to have the sweet nectar of a malt
The earth is the foundation of life, and the water should cool it down from the internal and external fires
The earth does not want to be overrun with water and all of its creatures of life
A partnership until they enter the pyres
The earth wants to have the blessing of a wife
Each day, the earthquakes and the water go out
Or does the water come out like a spout
To be the warm and cool it
My vein is an empty place
Come to me and visit the
Floodplain of the gifted -
The biome of the tender heart
Be the flagship near my crater
Face. Crater me kind to find
The comfort under my skin
And vein, empty on the name
Of love, God gifted and high
As heaven, I impeach you -
The talented fox hunter
The gifted frog butcher
You the one I love and care
For - who stole my respect
Before I could even give it
Watched the graduation
Of my nephew via Zoom,
Along with many others
From afar, I would assume.
Heard the speeches, saw the march
Of students, one by one
And stuck with it until
The final exit walk was done.
How cool it was to witness
All the graduates receive
A fresh diploma filled with pride
And hope they must believe
Will help them find their path in life.
Whatever lies ahead,
At least they’ll have the memory
Of when their names were read.
I need peace
I get peace when you are not here
Which helps me breathe away fear
I need peace daily
Or I might as well be a daisy
My heart needs to breath
So I can feel free
I can breathe alone
With nothing to own
I try my best
But always a test
I shouldn't have to get use to it
Why not just cool it
the heart says I’m burning
the head says cool it
the heart says I’m yearning
the head says rule it
the head says slow up
the heart says faster
the head says grow up
the heart says laughter
the heart says do it
the head says not
the heart says question it
the head says what
the head says regret
the heart says take it
the head says not yet
the heart says make it
the heart says be mine
the head says maybe
the heart says you’re divine
the head says you’re crazy
the head says logic
the heart says needs
the head says stop it
the heart says deeds
the heart says I want you
the head says I need you
the heart says I love you
the head says I love you too.
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
Five Senses
(sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste)
Thoughts: Miracle Man
August 15, 2021
A sunrise/sunset has no beauty without our sight
and the mockingbird’s song is wasted without our hearing
A morning breeze- is it warm or cool- it must touch us
The aroma of campfire coffee brewing is lost unless we smell it
and fine cuisine wouldn’t be if we couldn’t taste it.
Give Thanks
Unrest makes you uneasy.
It makes you tired, depressed.
If that's all you think about,
It robs you of your rest.
It makes it so that you can't sleep,
Because you're filled with worry.
Your health begins to go downhill.
You get old in a hurry.
When you dwell on trouble,
On things that worry you,
It's all that you can think about,
And all you do is stew.
Friends will start avoiding you,
And family runs away.
No one wants your comp'ny,
'Cause you never laugh or play.
They find someplace else to go,
And other things to do.
They'll visit other people,
But they won't visit you.
It isn't they don't love you.
It's not that they don't care.
It's just that you are such a drag,
On this you must be fair.
You must admit you're not much fun.
You're filled with doom and gloom.
A bucket of cold water,
Takes the fun out of a room.
You have to learn to lighten up.
Cool It, Man! Chill Out!
No one wants to hang with one,
Who grumbles, gripes and pouts.
If life seems full of lemons,
Go make some lemonade.
Do whatever pleases you.
Don't rain on my parade.
Shiny and white, it’s always awake.
It’s even got a seat for both of your cakes.
Calming and cool it holds such beauty.
It’s mans best friend when you’re feeling a bit tooty
It’s a cradle for your face if you’ve drank too much gin.
Just wipe off the seat before it touches your chin.
It’s also been known as quite the turd trapper.
This throne was invented by John C. Crapper.
To sit on this throne, you won’t need a crown.
Just jiggle the handle if it doesn’t flush down.
There is paper on a roll to help ease the pain.
An apple a day will help with the strain.
You can sit or stand if you need to tinkle
But do be responsible, in case you should sprinkle.
If you make a mess just wipe off the seat.
Your family will smile and think that you’re sweet.
Joji Varghese Kuncheria
Summer Vacations
I looked forward to summer holidays,
Free from school, to run away, to
My maternal home amid paddy fields,
Reachable only by boat those days.
To play on snake boats in the lagoons,
To go fishing around the back waters,
And give the catch to nanny to be fried,
And eat it all well before lunch time.
We wait for the sun to go down a little,
To be out again for a session of games,
To cool it all down the river after a while,
And to dash back home before sun set.
Reaching home before the church bells,
For the evening prayer that's long always,
We pray for the vacation never to end,
And not to go back soon to school.
Bed time is a world of fantasy tales,
With grandmama's cooked-up stories,
Each day a new one from her store,
And to sleep to the tune of her lullaby.
*******
Off To Mars
All creative people are to live on Mars.
Imagine how cool it would be.
The aero/space program would be fricking awesome.
Designing spaceships to get there,
rockets like the nuclear powered engine,
space planes for going to the surface,
habitats to live in,
terraforming to make a breathable atmosphere and more.
When it's all sorted, then we write, sing, paint, sculpt.
Totally fricking awesome.
I'd also fly on Mars.
Gliders in the low grav sky...
Dominions of Corrosion
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Heart waves
always hasten
and gets heated up..
Only for you to come
sink inside and cool it up..!!
~DEEPA~
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