Things Evolve
Miracle Man
2/25/2025
All that mankind can do to slow change
Is a mere inconvenience to God?
Though we may dig our heels in and resist it,
change began with life itself.
Some change evolves from God,
While the remainder is man induced.
Within this, I see two types of change,
meaningful change (which I embrace)
and change just for the sake of changing.
(This where my heels dig ruts.)
Change in my / wife’s lives, four things are considered.
Does it make our lives better / easier?
Is it cost effective?
How many will benefit?
Is something else neglected?
We don’t buy new Tech every year
just to keep up with latest fad.
I suppose that is what age does to a person.
Have a great day!
Jesus loves you.
Surprisingly the sides we choose
And pretend are for protection
Are designed to be dividing groups
Accepting large deceptions
So remind me please what I should do
Consent to all corrections
Far as I can see no lives improve
Except when on consensus
They try to keep each side aloof
Preventing our Ascension
Them trifling thieves inside their rooms
Assessing our contention
To oblige their need to hide the truth
Or address their dark intentions
Until we line the streets and decide to move
For a quest beyond convention
Spend a billion dollars to get the boss elected
Won't fix one of my problems unless it's cost effective
My utterance led me nowhere
I am a mere repetition, elsewhere!
I am alone for ages, and lost for a far longer time
In lieu of loneliness, service picks and chooses, musings chime.
No other verbs are humming enough, such a prolific croon!
A cold sensation will chill me in nowhere land, with a wiser, tangible boon!
I beseech you, o farther sky! In rotation in your own axis, like a spinning ball
A rhyme will calm you down in reasons, a needed entropy, to be an early gall.
*** A pilot effort in Cost-effective-washing machines.
I had too much to give you
My car it broke right down
You know I can't forgive you
For making me walk all the way across
This godforsaken town
I'm jealous of myself
I'm jealous of myself
I'm jealous of myself
'cause I can't have me
The dog is scratching at the door
The monkey's causing trouble
There's blood in the water
I just know it's your daughter
The backyard is covered in bubbles
She's jealous of herself
She's jealous of herself
She's jealous of herself
Now that she's happy
Did you go to therapy
To find out who you are
Is that cost-effective personality
Too near or far
It's bedlam until sunrise
It's boredom until dusk
And now do you dare to stare
In the elephant's eyes
For want of the tusk
You're jealous of yourself
You're jealous of yourself
You're jealous of yourself
And so's your family
EarthMother sacred psalms
invoke reconstructive words
and loving deeds
With Her Sun of universal peace
and unitarian justice
for all living
forgiving CoCreation,
and not Just Us
Who are anything but Other
co-evolving meaning
within one truly sacred HolySpirit,
from biophilic womb
through necrophilic tomb
back to womb
sacredly again repurposing
secular mind embodied
static states of short-term health
relonging for ecstatic stirring
long-term wealth
Wherein even straight White male bodies
systemically appreciate more sustainable peaks
of win/win experience
unflat
unstraight
unwhite
unmale
empowering RightBrain wealthy
enlightening minds
Capable of meaningful passion
for purposeful
and cost-effective
religious passion
invoking sacred exhaled words
Inhaling intelligence
unstraight
unwhite
ecowomanist
warm wombing ways
Restoring Earth's natural justice
through nonviolently peaking communication
Invoking sacred speak experience memories
communing green
and blue
and even nonreactive red
Peace
Mind embodied purposeful
mental/spiritual
biophilic passions
conjoining healthcare
natural spirited
soulful timeless fashions.
Political expedience at the fork of the road is best 'not taken'.
Often, such a choice is enameled with deceit and self-interest.
Wars, especially civil wars, do not settle the causes of the conflict.
Divisions and conflicting ideologies persist like a simmering powder keg.
Every effort should be exhausted in order to disallow each volatile situation.
Reckless disregard for history is a breathing ground for chaos and confusion.
Keeping the Peace, though never cheap, is far more cost effective than war.
Elections in some places are believed to be fraught with fraudulent returns.
Generations prior, through trust in God and proven principles, found a way for political civility.
063021PSCtest, This Or That, Vol 4, Edward Ibeh. HM
“Would you wipe my nose?” Frances
hadn't moved on. She was a failure; stuck
in a rehab centre for years as others came
and went. She couldn't move a finger.
I've moved on, and other staff; but still
I think of Frances. Could she still be there?
She was a threat. Her failure signalled
to all who came, a fearful possibility.
She listened. She understood as
no therapist could – not a failure,
never stuck, always ready to ask.
She'd wrestled – faced out, defeat
and found peace. She was always there
at Communion, in Communion with those
who knew that nothing worse could happen.
Before the days of audit, was she cost effective?
Should this remain her home? for always?
For all, she was an institution that linked us
to the eternal home. Her worth was known.
“Will you wipe my nose again?” She was asking,
receiving, giving; with givers and receivers – one.
The Next Hitler
The next Hitler will execute the world’s masses,
Using costly powerful pharmaceuticals;
Feel-good grenades that bring euphoric explosions.
Metal bombs and bullets belong to a former age,
An old-school time when murder was expensive.
Whereas confining thousands of prisoners in camps,
Well, that is certainly not cost-effective either.
Food to feed these worthless ones
Requires a fortune in gold.
Best to leave the stressed masses alone,
Let them work for pitiful wages.
Let them toil and suffer as animals in barren times.
We will sit back and watch, and wait,
As they slide into addiction’s vagina,
Unable to think, move or breathe.
Well, now another cruise she's off to book,
On 'round the world' tour they just now unveiled.
Remembering her notes, she took a look;
Less than a year ago, for months, she'd sailed;
December until March, she had prevailed.
Cause, now you see- she is retired and old.
Rent is too pricey in her small hometown;
Upward costs for food are now uncontrolled.
Instead, she'd rather keep expenses down,
Sailing for months- around the world neath sun;
Enjoying sites, fine room, and board- have fun!
October 13, 2017
Contest: Sailing
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Living on cruise ships is cost-effective for older adults.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC526150/
Cost Effective.
Norway was a poor country her main income came from shipping, those
who manned ships worked long hours, saw their families every two years.
A didactic system built around the trade, there was opportunity to go to
school and become an officer; back then it counted for dependability.
Oil was found in the North Sea, shipping, now less important and the flag,
seamen sailed under, became internationalised, this meant that seafarers
from abroad were hired to do our job for less pay. Men and officers were
thrown off their ships, an industry died. Few noticed or wrote about it.
The beginning of globalisation. When the middle classes too were sourced
out the people woke up, by then it was too late and land based industry too
collapsed. They said we priced ourselves out of work, not so shipping made
money, they wanted to make much more, as the financial thinking shifted,
wealth counted and not the duty towards an equal society. Maybe occupiers
of Wall Street have seen a light. Must we wait till Polish seamen are not cost
effective enough and it will be cheaper to hire us?
Being techonally minded throughout school
through the creativity running parallel, your proffession entails.
I find it genious- like,the thought prossess,towards your product.
Of which was taken by the Arabs for coarse of test.
A remote control eye,able for deep waters
oil rig structure legs,searching corrosion.
Saving the perels,and less cost effective, deepsea diver.
To my brother,who labelled this " HIS LITTLE BABY"
In honour of my brother Billy Beadnall.
P.Beadnall for
Sponsor Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name THIS CONTEST ~~~ IT'S UP TO YOU~~~
My reason for entering this poem into your contest is that i don`t think was looked upon for the achievement that it recieved.Maybe just me, a proud brother expecting too much.
What structure resides
For the apportioning of Love?
What do plastic cards and love
Have in common?
Maybe I can save on output
And get more cost effective returns
My actions are cold, vacant
The windows fog as I stare ahead
Yellow
Red
Green cellphone circuits
To forge intimacy
Circuits I speak
Words flood before I dial
I'm searching for Love
How can this be?
Statistics are miserly
She threw her heel
In anguish
That another woman had loved me
Both were fleeting
Like hurricanes
My brother filed a contract
He wanted Love like a fixture
And became a Lawyer
I'm just a vagabond
The trees speak to me
And I fling wishful ideals
That love could ever last
Why is it that we have so many names for cops?
Policeman. Pig. Law Enforcement Officer?
Now that ones a real laugh.
Who is it? Why is it? How is it?
These quasi Nazi Neanderthal’s get to break
any law they please? Throwing us in jail...
What are we doing?
What warped, wasp, principle
dictates to us, the populous.
What angst allows us to submit?
Intellect, the nemesis of all,
neither sex, race, creed nor national origin determine it?
Yet, too much of it makes ones suitability
for law enforcement dubious.
Sometimes I wonder...
Wouldn’t it be more economically viable
amidst this capitalistic crap
for the small towns and cities alike
to purchase donut franchises
and save citizen's cents for the library?
Ah, YES!
After all, then the politicans and the FORCE
Can harasses drop out drop- ins
And dip donuts in a more cost-effective manner.
Contest: Behind Bars Blue
Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing...
... among the fewest fondest words
conjuring up simple, sparkling joys
in a seemingly pointless pastime
when the whole world of waged work
wants me to do only that which is
cost-effective, truly ensuring ROI:
never mind divine artistry on shells
and the tide that must have kissed
the shores of distant continents;
just trudge to the jobsite enduring
bone-snapping cold, blistering heat,
...and the indignity of "No ID, No Entry!"
Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing.
number 10.)
Appropriations will be cost effective only when mass production is labeled'for
esthetic use only'.
number 9).
All committee decisions must be based on my own and no one elses.
number8).
The 'sleek new modern' must be based on Baroque precepts that stem from
facistic-anarchical individualistic expression over the state.
number7).
The media is to be tightly controlled based on my novel
number6).
There is no number 6.
number 5).
The deliniation of taste will be non linear.
number 4).
I will be awash with cash I now don't have.
number 3).
Teenage angst will be programmed into everyone well into their eighties.
number 2).
There may be a number 2 in a parallel universe.
And the number one result When Artists Finally take over the World is........
ME!
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