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We feed the fang that bites

With penalty tariffs Trump fights 
And what we do? Haply fly kites.
Not shun all his business,
Buy Trump Towers I guess,
Forget reality checks,
We write realty cheques!
And feed alas the fang that bites.
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Happenings | 44.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: This ditty is written in UK English, not American. Hence read check and cheque correctly. Trump is a

Feed Me

Frantic meows and urgent leading
show me the way to the food container
"Meow, meow, meow" translates as
"Feed me, feed me, NOW!"
So, I do and give him a few head rubs
as he devours the food and begs for more

Adjusting My News Feed

      583 babies in England last year named Yahya
        Gasp! – in memory of Yahya Sinwar
          the vilest form of humanity… 

      594,094 were not
    

The intellect will not solve our problems, nor will it feed the soul

The intellect will not solve our problems, nor will it feed the soul with the essence of eternal life;
we often lose ourselves in the whirlwind of an extraordinary world that we do not truly see.
The leaves dancing in the mysterious wind remain unseen, and the grass untouched by our hands,
for we do not feel the

Hiku: sweet love

your love is  s~~w~~e~~e~~t
your  ~s~m~i~l e\  is the C
                                           

Juniper

J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.

What Ever You Feed

Whatever You Feed
 It Grows
 Do you feed the negative?
 Don’t become pessimistic.
 Narrow minded.
 One sided.
 You can’t grow from always complaining.
 This is not up-lifting.
 Don’t hold onto the temptation.
 Leave the old ways behind.
 Don’t push people away.
 Hard road, age will turn gray.
 To grow is to change.
 I’ve always been

Sweeter Than Honey

"(The Word of God…) More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.”
Psalm 19:7-11 KJV

“…There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.”
1 Corinthians 15:42-44 KJV

Which do we feed more, the flesh or the spirit?

Psalm 19:14 "Let the words of my mouth

Feed The Flames

Love can be a fire raging out of your control
With passion leaping higher everyday.
Love can be a candle in the darkness of a soul,
Just enough to help you on your way.

Over years, too many tears will drown out any flame.
Perhaps you can re-light it but it’s never quite the same.
If you want your love to

I Feed My Dogs Super Well

We are muddy from head to hoof
Me and my dogs Barney and Koof
I brought them out to do their biz
their doo-doo smells worse than spoiled Cheese Whiz.

They took their giant dumps ten yards way
But it’s so bad my nose and taste buds ran away
To say I feed them well is a tiny lie
Their plates of

Lay Your Head

Lay your head lad, upon my breast.
Stay safe in my arms, Mama's nest. 
Take from me nourishment you need.
Wake for a time so you may feed. 
Then back to dreams of angels song. 
Been away from them, not too long. 
For from heaven, you came to me. 
Your destiny waits, but now... sleep.

Feed the Birds

On Februarys third, when winter bites,
We set our tables for feathered flights.
Seeds scattered wide on frozen ground,
Draw tiny visitors from all around.

Cardinals flash their crimson capes,
While chickadees and finches take
Their turns at feeders swinging free,
A backyard birds jamboree. 

Sunflower seeds and millet spread,
Like nature's feast of daily bread.
The juncos hop through drifted snow,
While woodpeckers tap

The Birdman of Alesund

The birds of Alesund descend 
To greet an old and trusted friend, 
An answer to their constant search, 
For food, safety and a welcoming perch, 
The birds of Alesund descend 
To greet an old and trusted friend. 

Feed the folk, this rulings a joke'

Andrew Cooper farmer of the land, of Croyde Devon; in old
England decided he'd plough some fields again? as the sun was shining through the English rain, yet some eco-loonies including a judge? hit him with fines and orders and they don't want to
Want to budge.' O K he remted it to the relic's archialogical
Whatsama-thingammy..Cant deny

VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST-

VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY  THRIST

Meet me at the fountain;
So that I may drink the water
I'll be the one clothed in righteousness naked from ground,
 upto my crown;
My soul running to the fountain,
 yet I don't have a cup
All I'm carrying is my mouth; 
And that I'm going to speak life;
I was thirsty, and you

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