she had a goal, attached to her one-track mind
Could not be dissuaded, our Clementine
She put a fishing rod and reel together
And went out to fish in Christmas weather
Why is she using a star for bait?
This was asked by our good friend Nate.
She’s fishing for an angel for the Christmas tree
What do you suggest her bait should be?
old slag value, as valuable as Value allows it
Then as a valuable secondary source,
the slag resulted from the gold-bearing
electrolytic mud smelting
contains up to 0.8–15 k g t-1
Au and 9–13 kg t-1 Ag, respectively
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Coal Ash experiments
sorted theories and Soughted formulas.
Coal ash pits using sewage,
sawdust, and other
dissuaded organics
to recreate renewable coal.
Leaves, shredded wood chipped
wood ash, tobacco stalks
straw hat manure compose
all will be mixed and allowed to
cure to recreate a renewable
source for energy.
Racheter l'ancien Walmart du comté de McDowell,
en Virginie-Occidentale, pour créer un nouveau
magasin et contribuer à la relance
de l'industrie charbonnière locale.
Musique pour basson et cor d'harmonie
Ce genre de musique « Ooh Baby »
Endless,
un-dissuaded,
echoes sound of starlight;
abandoned labyrinth patches
undress.
During the worst storms, when the heart mourns and warns, there comes a hope for more, hope for love that is beyond our knowing, love that is overflowing, love that is soundlessly growing ~~~ by the author
The wind sings of silent visions,
listening to what is meant for her,
the longings of a night’s revisions,
kissing away the shadows, the fears.
The rain breathes in stillness, gentle,
soothing away the pain and regret,
blessing the souls who’re sentimental,
reminding that He provides for each one.
The thunder booms, vibrating the skies,
teaching the spirit to believe,
even though one falls, soon they arise,
knowing the wonder of God’s fortifying.
The storm doesn’t cease until time reveals
the story of a heart who is fulfilled,
the song being sung is a song who surely heals,
teaching the spirit that love is God’s will.
When the weather leaves it’s note of conviction,
the night sings of dark’s infection,
there comes One who leaves no contradiction,
He is the reason I’m ever grateful…
For without His love, I’d be lost – dissuaded
from the beautiful hope His light persuaded.
plain peahens step aside as the peacocks strut into the barnyard
they do a little mating dance, preening, showing off, being male
if I had those beautiful feathers, I would be jazzier than any of them!
The other peahens laugh at little brown, the youngest peahen.
We all talked like that at one time, an older peahen told her.
I used to beg father sky for some pretty feathers, but I did not get them.
Little Brown was not dissuaded,
she thought they had not tried hard enough.
She is out of her mind her relatives said.
They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead.
Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded.
She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded.
She had a dream, and intended to put it into action.
Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction.
Builder and construction crew were happy to do it.
Relatives inheriting nothing had a huge hissy fit.
I know what’s true –
I won’t be dissuaded
I have my view
And it can’t be degraded
I won’t allow myself to be
The target of a witch hunt
The sword that cuts,
It cuts both ways
From the time of huts
To the modern day –
I won’t allow myself to be
Branded as a scapegoat
Some things can be seen
With the utmost clarity
Clean must be the screen
That hides humanity
I know what’s right –
It’s my guiding principle
But woe if that light
Were rendered invisible
I couldn’t allow myself to be
Blinded and without clarity
In need of clarity
Give me clarity
Show me clarity
Shining clarity
This love, more than a feeling, it’s twinkling
Like the purple blue on a mountain’s hue
Or lightest rain, trembling with truth, sprinkling
My heart with gentle dreams, yearnings ensue
This laughter, more pleasing than morning dew
Singing hope to the heart who’s dissuaded
Restoring wonder with such a breakthrough
Through love this awesome, joy is persuaded
This light, brilliant as the sunrise in June
Pours out peace, hope and grace throughout this life
Because my soul is restored, I’m immune
To the darkness of night, worry and strife
Due to the love you give so caringly
We shall live grateful and unerringly
love, laughter, light shift,
urging souls to grasp - wealth comes
from giving, blessing!
love, laughter and light silence the darkest of nights
Did you see My 'Red Sky' at morning?
Listen to the Lord's stern warning!
Is it loving to sidestep My truth,
To judge My words as uncouth?
To bow to the oppressor's greed,
For wont of material need?
While striving for earthly treasure,
Do your scales conceal true measure?
Watchmen are dissuaded to preach
About boundaries not to breach.
What My Spirit strives to restrain,
You cut His restraints to obtain.
It's all lies conceived in the mind,
Groping through life like you're blind.
You're missing My 'Red Sky' at night,
And you wonder what caused the blight.
Remove My rivals from your hearts!
They're not Sovereign, but upstarts.
There's no fear of Me in your eyes,
So you fail to discern My 'Red Sky'.
Return to Me, regain your sight,
For My judgment is now in flight!
Do not neglect 'signs of the times',
Watch for My return - anytime.
For giving My 'Red Sky' at night,
Is always your Savior's delight.
Wilderness Of Loneliness
Light at the End
As failure yielded tears the will casts evil and the soul mended
gently dissuaded a wounded heart to succumb
Priceless memories ebb for misery like sinking ships submerge
plunging deeper turning probabilities to crumb
Lost amid wilderness of loneliness angels resurface to appease
eager to offer salvation easing tormenting pain
Laden with regret yet undeterred by tainted promises and lies
for time erode trust while hope for love remain
08/19/2020
6:25 p.m.
Woodspring Suites
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Who is under that hat we wondered as she disembarked.
I had never seen such a contraption that was so not easily parked.
It was feathered and fluffed, with flounces that said United Nation.
Had a mind of its own, this glorious concoction, fabulous creation.
We could not see her face, but I knew she would be a famous someone.
Kind of a hat that would not be easily dissuaded. It turned to the sun.
Soaking up the rays at that bandstand, as we watched our children play.
I tried to see the woman’s face, but it was under a veil of lace that day.
She was a mystery woman, in the best hat we had ever seen in July.
It shaded her completely, as we watched fireworks in the sky.
She climbed back in her limo and was whisked away at midnight.
We waved to her and her glorious hat until they disappeared!
Energetic and enthusiastic
She is fifteen
Joy oozes out of her
He is seventeen
Set in his ways,
Glued to his chair In a subliminal fog of nothingness
Her quick wit and sudden movements
Make him feel tired and depressed
He does what he can to discourage her
She cannot be dissuaded
Her tittering laughter and positivity astounds him
He does his best to not smile.
not easily dissuaded
but recently persuaded
to oscillate in ways
living my lingering days
all bets are off
often I have scoffed
demeaning my demise
postponing I trivialize
I have a list to ask
prioritized by task
listings I'll conceive
or perhaps believe
would homelessness set me free
reality does not deceive
or should I ponder yonder
while continuing to wander
the bucket I shall kick it
for my Savior is the ticket
it’s become clear to me
it's Glory I need to see
There is in you
a schizophrenic flicker,
pucker-lipped,
ready to kiss or to blow itself out,
a hermit flame still with a ration of passion,
but dissuaded by bruised recollection.
Allow me to try, then,
to wring out your reserve of tears,
until your skin is paper,
flammable.
And let me try, if I may,
to put my arms around you,
cup my hands around your core,
and feed your anorexic fire.
It is in the petty dribble of officialdom
the authoritarian contempt
snarls it’s canine hate of standardization
Vindictive in the files of paperwork
the red tape cold blooded ribbon
of your demoralisation
Faceless, emotionless
regurgitated institution
the implacable tax on being human
Each printed facet of a fascist regime
a suckling vampire at the breast of freedom
feeds an elitists greed
You are property
Ordered, dissuaded and indoctrinated
the glib maintenance
of the happily persecuted
By every difference so divided
to lose your sense of unity
and celebrate the abuse of humanity
And by threat, and fear, and legal debauchery
use it’s violence
to support your conformity
Such are the wiles of educational belligerence
the malicious criminals
of self importance
You are property
Enslaved to the masterminds of their own comfort
willing participants
to the gorging of parasites
They hate you
disgusted by your poverty
they disdain you
Deprived of your humanness
they use you
fill their bellies off of you
Faceless, emotionless
regurgitated institution
the implacable tax on being human
You are property
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