"cor meum"
Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and
Love –
yet must never harm a child -
when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings
of misread meanings
the talking in tongues
of minds in idle
treading water
with all
the lost and found
bemoaning
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically
is clearly spelt –
within the End
of IT all,
Love is Love is Love
perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum
in omnibus
arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi
the decoded glistening read jewel
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart
Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum
One has won
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Rokatru runes of olive wood coming soon,
my heart and mind does drool for these new runes.
My runes charged . Hope my order show up late
Round disks of wisdom ,Odhin’s wisdom -I feel great.
Irate relation is finished with my gift,
And talk a miss I hope I am not stiffed .
Talk with my kin we are a chasm apart,
Over this issue I feel I’m an upstart.
And Cash was paid to Gemma for wrong ,
futhark,s
Unfinished instructions left me in the dark..
Intently I wait to get this deal straight ,
rocky ride is contentment , my runes late..
“I’m more frightened than interested by artificial intelligence – in fact, perhaps fright and interest are not far away from one another. Things can become real in your mind, you can be tricked, and you believe things you wouldn’t ordinarily. A world run by automatons doesn’t seem completely unrealistic anymore. It’s a bit chilling.” —Gemma Whelan
Ai has made me lazy,
but my thinking was always hazy
anyway.
Now without a bit of effort
I become an absolute expert
in everything.
Poetry and art are easy-peazy,
Mathematics and astronomy are easy
after all.
Ai and I are clearly meant to be,
and all the world will soon come to see
it's inevitability.
The next evolution has begun,
and we will become as one
in Ai's Universe!
Out walking, and I need a leak
A toilet I urgently seek
There’s now’t but a bush
Oops I felt a whoosh
Wet panties - I don’t need to peek!
I contact my doctor called Emma
And explain my awful dilemma
That when I need to pee
There is such urgency
It ruins walks with my pup Gemma
I have the solution Doc cries
Just try pelvic floor exercise
It’ll help with your bladder
And will make you feel gladder
It’s superb for ladies and guys!
G-reetings
E-xpress
M-irthful
M-essage
A-bout
D-elightful
E-vent
L-etting
A-crostic
C-onnotation
R-ightfully
U-se
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Gemma S. dela Cruz (October 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-reeter
E-mploys
M-eaningful
M-essage
A-bout
M-arvelous
E-xpression
N-icely
D-elivering
E-normous
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Gemma Mendez (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-reeter
E-mploys
M-arvelous
M-use
A-bout
L-ove
A-dvancing
R-emarkable
A-ffection
Topic: Birthday of Gemma R. Lara (July 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-leaming
E-arly
M-orn
M-ightily
A-bates
T-wilight
A-nd
M-isty
A-spect's
G-ray
Topic: Birthday of Gemma Tamag (December 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-low
E-ndorses
M-arvelous
M-orn
A-s
D-ay's
E-arly
L-ight
A-nd
C-ool
R-ays
U-se
Z-enith
Topic: Birthday of Gemma dela Cruz (October 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-lowing
E-arly
M-orn
M-eets
A-nother
V-iew
I-n
L-ovely
L-ight
A-s
N-ewness
U-ses
E-ffulgent
V-ividness
A-gain
Topic: Birthday of Gemma A. Villanueva (September 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-lowing
E-arliness
M-akes
M-orn
A-ppear
M-omentously
A-s
N-ew
D-awn
A-nd
N-iceness
E-merge
Topic: Birthday of Gemma Mandane (August 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-lowing
E-arliness
M-akes
M-orn
A-bound
L-etting
A-nother
R-adiance
A-ppear
Topic: Birthday of Gemma Lara (July 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Gemma the spark in my heart the love I’ll never have in my life you are a dream she sparkles in my mind, better than all other jewels combined I think about you in the evening
Hoping that I, can see you smiling
I just can’t stop thinking about you
I just hope one day, you end up liking me too
I’m crushing on you madly
All I know is that
I like you like crazy
When I see
A beautiful sunrise
When I see
The pretty night skies
I am glad you are
The one my heart chose
Fear and despair
When I find your not there
I think its only fair
I tell you how much I care
If you'd like to give it a go
A quiet meal, drink, movie or day-trip we could go
If you choose it so
But for now I will go
Until you decide yes or no.
... Or Did It?
Should I have married Jillian?
Could I have slept with Gemma?
I undergo a million
of this kind of dilemma.
They crop up in a thrice, of course,
but hang around for ever
(or do they crop up in a force?
Oh, why can’t I be clever?)
I envy those with certitude,
those free of hesitation.
I ‘d love to be the kind of dude
who knows no trepidation.
If doubts exist and qualms are rife,
you, luckiest of creatures,
have found experience in life
to be the best of teachers.
So, if he says he has no fear,
no ambiguity lingers:
he never tried to snuff – it’s clear –
a candle with his fingers.
The club event at the Paralympics,
Is unique only to the Paralympics,
And is for people with cerebral palsy,
Or for the brain injured traumatically.
It weighs 14oz and is 5 or 6cm in width,
It is made of wood and is quite a megalith.
It’s end has a spherical ball for you to grab,
To throw it, ‘cos that’s the aim, the slab.
The club is an athletics field event,
But Gemma previously did loudly tent,
Discus and shot put, and in Beijing 2008,
She came 8th in discus, shot put 7th gate.
At the Deli 2010 Commonwealth Games,
She came third in the shot put’s frames,
But then changed to the club throw gaiters,
To claim bronze in it in London, 20.50m.
She comes from Truro town in Cornwall,
And the BWAA help her workout, do call;
From Great Sankey High to St Andrews,
She did go to gain in maths a Masters.
She was born in September in the year ’83,
And has cerebral palsy just as I do, bree;
I used to throw the club like her, at school,
Out the back on the grass where I was cool.
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