Spending all our money, on anything that kills
F.D.A.'s approving more pretty poison pills
Politicians ponder, plot with the living dead
Mass media moguls, are feeding on my head
Countries run by Stooges, most everywhere you go
All these Uncle Scrooges, who just want mo' and mo'
Polar ice caps melting, the lakes are drying up
There's oil by the gallons, common sense by the cup
With prices going up, and incomes going down
Not many can afford, a night out on the town
Cuz the "whored" is hungry, they're dining on our screams
Dripping wet with champagne covered caviar dreams
Interest rates fluctuate, determined by the FED
And how can we believe, what some Simple Simon said
When Donkey's on the left, bite Dumbo's on the right
They hate when we agree, just love it when we fight
Ol' Gram and Gramps got rooked, "checkmate" to inflation
Their benefits got cooked, COLA's on vacation
They bought and bartered schools, A.I.'s the big romance
Backhand these chartered fools, and give our kids a chance
two gallons of pine needles
2 gallons of white vinagr
allow to saok for twelve days
disifecant
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Euculypttus tree leaves
twenty peels from a lemon
repellant
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2 bottles of cayeene pepper
2 cups of boric acid
3 sugar
1 galoon of vinagar
4 T of Diesel Fuel
mix in a spray pump shake and use
Repellant
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4 cups of olive oil
4 cups of green pine needles
4 cups of liquid soap
mix allow to mix for 7 days
strain use as a repellant
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Who ever invented French Kissing?
Certainly, it’s nothing to be missing!
Open mouth – let alone
Other mouth – duplicate clone!
Two open-mouths lock so close
Lip-to-lip and beak-to-beak like two crows!
One tongue encircles the other
Round and slow, hearts churn butter!
Wet and slithering saliva swap
Heaping exchanges in drooling glops!
Taste the gallons or taste the drops
As heart beats race and minds all flop!
No…No…Whether gallons or droplets of drips
I’m certainly NOT missing saliva sips!
The pecking quick peck
Of a Woodpecker’s peck
I’m certain won’t make me gag nor sick!
Keep it clean…Keep it gentle
The Woodpecker’s peck is more sentimental.
Like two young “kinders” on Valentine’s Day
When simple cards are handed away
And both are bashful and way too shy
Mustering every courage to bypass both their “Shutterflies”
And the card is quickly handed with a quick closed-peck
One-second peck causes no harm, no foul, or even wreck!
Cute and quick
is the Woodpecker’s Peck
Such sensational expression of innocence exchanged between two
Our Heavenly Father may better approve
Two little water bowls wouldn't do anymore
for Cosmo is big and drinks much more
than the small dogs did and Sassy does
so a new water bowl I was thinking of
It's silver steel trough more than a bowl
for four gallons of water it does hold
Cosmo chews almost everything
the water bowls his mouth they clean
debris of bits of that and this
the water bowl his drinking was a mess
Maybe I can skim the water clean
after he drinks from a bowl size supreme
He's still a puppy at 80 pounds
big lovable dog whose more the clown
The water bowl now should do the trick
not refilling the small ones after water he licks
Cosmo and Sassy my doggy team they be
if I spoil them it's because they spoil me.
Water: Water the settling water
there often after rain
it settles here
it stay moistest here
in the vclearing
is there water here
is there water here
we shall excavate to see
there it is water
like we thought
the gallons per minute
ratio is astounding
murky these water due
to it's need of filtering
a plastic culvert with
a goetextile or silt fence
wrap with large hole drilled in
to filter the poluutates and undesirable sediment
oh clear ye the water
a halluelia in victory
clar ye these springs
water water you and me
a submersible pump and airtank system
with bring these waters to us
praise ye
praiuse ye
water;water
praise ye!
Look around It's fairly green
Like a bubble with everything clean
Lying in the middle are a few gallons of water
We call it a lake, or it can be a pond
It is a place that every fish finds fond
As it reflects the sky and everything all over
The sun bestows its rays on the restful world below
Amidst, you see the sparkling on the surface
resembling gold and innocence behind a purpose
The magic of the minutes you can witness
When you watch it keen, no one to accept or impress
As I see it with my soul and feel it whole
I name it 'Yoon-seul' with my heart full
Barista
An Italian coffee Bartender
Making cold drinks and hot expresso’s
With shots of anxiety
With many flavors poured in your coffee
In charge of running a coffee shop
Always poetry with coffee machines
A morning ritual
Don’t forget about Cappuccino’s
Caffe’ Lattes on the go
Pouring art in my coffee cup
Barista’s prepares coffee bean rosters
With steam aromas arise fluently
Every cup is beyond cultivating
Beverages brewed to stay awake
Buoyant rhymes with melodies floating in your mind
Have is no other way
Coffee is truly therapeutic
Baristas are multitaskers and creative
Millions drink coffee by the gallons
So many flavors to choose from
What is your favorite coffee shop
Can’t live without it
Awe coffee, two cups
“An enormous sea contained in constant motion;
global pic of the Pacific Ocean.”
quote by Poet
I’ve trekked some of the Pacific Ocean;
from San Diego to Victoria.
An enormous sea contained in contant motion
sporting Hawaii and Pretoria.
Vasco Balboa first claimed it
for Spain, and all the land around
Ferdinand Magellen named it
calm, peaceful sea was what he found.
Renowned for currents, trade winds, the Chinooks ,
the Santa Anas and the monsoons of Asia.
I’ve only read of them in geography books;
Need to know more, request a Japanese geisha.
Of all the oceans’ waters, the Pacific stores
in gallons, some one hundred eighty quintillion,
half, or to be more specific it scores
over prolific square miles, sixty-three million.
In all my study, it is true
to my surprise, land o’ Goshen
a monstrous area of mostly blue
Google: “global pic of the Pacific Ocean”.
we go to the store once a week, saving gas
buy two gallons of milk, keeping one in the extra frig
We do not eat out, we feel this saves us a bunch
for the first time we have surplus moolah
Indeed, the most successful thief of them all is Death.
All the pain and suffering one has to withstand,
After death has lashed out terror.
All the gallons of tears one has to weep in order to feel calm,
But instead, it only cleared more room for more pain.
Looking inside that wooden-framed structure, face to face with a pale face.
Only memory flashes will be alive, as I will be in a world of my own.
Where death is only a name, but I know all good must come to an end.
“Death, the bride’s mate of all families.”
Till we meet again, as I was robbed of time,
Till we meet again, as the light will shine once again.
Yeah, I’ll miss you, but life is moving forward—so in heaven, pray still,
As I’m still on earth, and death roams free. ©
A stream, searching its limits, laps the bank.
Water falls gently over a small dam.
Fish nip at flotsam in usual prank,
And find protein at weight less than a gram.
All's well and calm in this country setting
A whiff of wind shuffles a nearby tree,
Yet the shallow banks soon will be letting
Gallons of overflow to be set free.
Soft water's whispers now shriek in a scream.
A precipice grips the liquid off-guard.
It spills its mass in a powerful stream
Down to twirling whirlpool's cold disregard.
I think that if I could have wearable tech
it might be a vest that inflates in a wreck.
Perhaps a decoder of lyrics by Beck,
or one that converts between gallons and pecks?
Or lets me run wild in the ship’s holodeck.
But I am afraid if I am circumspect,
it is I that this tech likely tries to inspect,
to direct my actions, make me genuflect.
Big brother, who watches, with powers unchecked!
So with due politeness and all due respect,
This wearable tech is a watch I reject.
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
Wow, another Super Bowl Sunday is upon us here,
While it's treated like a national holiday.
Yet consumption can be measured by all the beer,
As the gallons are poured while they play.
No matter the victor, there's a residue of pain,
As the long off-season is cause for withdrawl.
Even though touchdowns may set records to gain,
They're soon forgotten as the sports world is a crawl.
Now fans do their best to show interest elsewhere,
However basketball and golf just don't fill the void.
This is where the withdrawl is thick in the air,
Only to desperately begin searching their I-phone or android.
We mustn't forget another creation in the wake,
When millions of football widows then flood the streets.
Looking diligently for another interest they can take,
That won't remind them of shoulder pads or cleats.
So as the build-up to the game slowly comes to pass,
We should mention the epic commercials that are placed.
As they attempt to ease the pain from fumbles on the grass,
To all those that lost their bets...and have that bad aftertaste.
"Unfortunately, it’s unrealistic to rescue all wildlife impacted during oil spills." - quote by NOAA on oil-spills
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Even oil spills on ocean surface roars
Grieving the odd dead birds washed up on shores
A few gallons slicks, crude sink
Spillers and Skimmers off sync
Priceless space tools - a gamble on all fours
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