The Domed Teapot Movie Team stores
good running electrical engineering supplies for
the apprentice vape tester stationed
for training with other code guy
system connectors near the
erectifying rainbow falls of
Mr. Mojo's Old City
WHEREAS(S)
the Eccentric Frontier Goldmine Foundation State has
discovered a recent reference model indicating that
the Eclectic Ghoul Aid Company has failed the
combined skating/scooter/car/bike and
forest river vehicle acid test (though they
did oddly OVER_perform with
dirty toothbrushes while on
motorcycles)
ALL OF WITCH LEAVES US WITH
an Elected Peach Boutique Box Collection of
shadow games and chic cottage band
energies perfectly suited to the
Enneagram Test Cook's home decor
NUT TO MENTION (MUNCH ON?)
the elliptically concentric doctor of the
Goon Power Kingdom where
mad duke predicament bosses are
obsessed with my contraption wheel
drop way of UNDER_thinking the
biased fallacy of self-data camera
set collectors viewing the erect or
oral bored college process that
involves repairing old farts for
recyling at flea markets.
Tried to give all my money over yonder.
Something in me had started to stir.
Not the feathers in my brain.
Not the lost stuff in the drain.
Yes, I’m as generous as a sprinkler with water to last.
Felt paper dollars crumpled in my past.
Being a part of generosity.
Means that some part of me is feeling thready.
But when I died, it was as if it was only my evil twin.
So I continued to survive without and within.
Do I regret giving all that cash to the dawn?
Until my last grimace was gone?
Being generous means to live just fine.
Even without the goldmine.
Yes, part of me died, but it was paper thin.
Just like the bills thumping within.
Might never be rich once more.
From the surgery, my head is still sore.
I think the person that died that night.
Was the greed that felt a fright.
I died ten years later to the day.
Without a penny to stay.
Got cremated.
And every penny I gave has abated.
The money spread on and throughout.
Went through the shredder eventually, I have no doubt.
H i g h e r
Deep fire
Long night
Keep sight
Search soul
Swell goal
I find...
Goldmine
I first...
Quench thirst
Sweetheart
My heart
Her "Yes"
Killed stress
Bright eyes
Great prize
My will
Moved hill
High beam
Vast dream
Rome’s underwater goldmine - traversing history best left upset
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
a country that never was, that never had borders
He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
He somehow thinks that things will be fine
that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…*
Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand
________________________________________________
*"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or
even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.
Oh valentine,
To call you mine, sends chills down my spine
Our fates entwined like twine
Ill cross all lines, to savor your wine
Immersed in your shine, your love is a goldmine
A radiant glow, forever aligned
Serene and divine, our love is etched in destiny’s shrine.
In extra-ordinary skies
Like celestial bodies we clashed,
Matter merged, energy unleashed.
In each one's heart a home we've found.
Forever bound, our hearts resound.
A clash of two beautiful galaxies,
Glittering diamonds swirling infinite light.
With a gravitational pull,
Through distance and time.
Cataclysmic waves in harmony.
Where turbulent depths met tranquil release.
I've heard her say "you are my Gold"
I only hope she knows that
She is a Goldmine herself.
I Can't trade her for anything in the world,
For, nothing equates the value I see in her.
I've heard fate's gentle whisper
"you are meant to be"
In echoes of eternity.
A symphony of our oneness envisioned.
As the time stands still,
Until our hands touch,
And our eyes meet.
A kick of an electric spark,
Of our love so Strong expands.
A soul holding cosmic fire,
I am fortified,
With the beauty beyond.
This is a love story, yet to be told,
A Kaleidoscope of moments to hold.
Ex-presidents
There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a
street
Once he had all the power, one could
dream of, as a military junta took his
job, and since all he had was grand
villas were in the name of the state and
Furthermore, he had neglected to pay
anything to his retirement fund
Hence, reduced selling of naughty
picture of visiting statemen having sex
in some sleazy hotel
when those who had bought the pictures
took a closer look, they realized they
had a goldmine
the man on the corner was smuggled
to
Brussels got an offer he could not refuse
He lives in Rhyad and takes delight
counting all the rolling heads in Europe
Nothing is new; it's what politicians do
when losing power, he joined the TV circus and
get interviewed telling the same sorry story
and the more fibs they tell, the more we
enjoy gossip and slander.
One great thing - is essentially -
like any other great thing.
They all fly from the same center,
not an anatomical space,
not a specific thingness,
but one revealed goldmine
overpouring.
What did I see,
what do I see?
Butter,
you buttering toast,
your hair all muzzy from sleep.
Yellow sunlight on the kitchen counter.
The blue plate
that has no ready words,
yet speaks for the billions,
that shine from
the one yellow yoke,
in its broken eggshell.
#There lies SUN...MOON...And
HER SECRET!
You see, it's that GLORIOUS Inner Shine that RADIATES Sooooooooooo DIVINE!!!
It Reminds Me, Astounds Me...
Of Stumbling Upon An Unexpected/Indirected GOLDMINE...
HER SHINE!~ HER SHINE!~
Whom Am I Speaking Of???
THE*L A D Y*WHO*HAS*DONE*THE
*LIVING*
THE*L A D Y*WHO*HAS*DONE*THE
*GIVING*
EVEN***THE***FORGIVING***OF***
HERSELF*WHERE*SHE*FOUND*HER*
INNER* WEALTH*
HENCE THAT *GOLDEN SUN SHINE* THAT EMITS FROM ONE'S SOUL, LIKE GOLD, FROM THE KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM THAT WAS EARNED, AND ALONG THE WAY, DISCERNED!
WITH AGE, THAT CERTAIN STAGE,
OF UNDENIABLE...UNDOUBTEDLY...
RECOGNIZABLE,
ALMOST INDESCRIBABLE...
GLOWING*****KNOWING*****AND BESTOWING*****ESSENCE...
You'll KNOW IT...Once You SEE IT...
"AND WHAT A SIGHT!!!"
-SAID THE SOUL'S INSIGHT*****
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 28, 2023#
your mouth of treasure
in your eyes a clearly sight
you're a pure goldmine
Pinterest makes me feel happy.
Keeps me interested and fine.
I have over one hundred boards.
Finding Pinterest was a goldmine.
Oh, Wisdom,
You divine goldmine of enlightenment,
I beseech Thee to teach me, how your
Spiritual treasures to unearth!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
26 December 2020
Through corresponding Orphan Gates,
Taken out One by One.
Adorned with a Tiara,
Sisters apart, for years.
The first carried out,
Feet unable to perambulate.
First princess over the threshold —
Flies feet first into the carriage.
On each side, adoptive parents.
The second in royal pace,
Glances behind, only for a second.
Takes her place beside her Sister.
Sweet hug, kiss on forehead.
The Pumpkin Coach marches on.
Delicate orange curtains, gentle wind,
guides them forward from the Ukraine
to the promise of America.
What that is - is a mystery to the girls.
Each step will further Freedom.
What freedom is
A home to call their own
A place to run free
Choices, choices, choices…
Celebrate your own
Freedom
What many lack
Is in their own imagination
Turn up gratitude
Find someone
Less fortunate than you
Spend your love on them
Choose
To give abundantly
From your goldmine
Godspeed ahead
10/18/2020
13 % of the population commits 50% of the "mischief".
Mentioning this fact automatically qualifies me as a racist.
The statistics conclude that I've more reason to be afraid of you
than you of me.
The media want us to believe it's the other way around.
Truth be damned. It's all about bling. Ratings and revenue.
Nobody gives a damn about a black child killing another black child
on Martin Luther King Junior Avenue.
Black-on-black crime doesn't make anybody one damn dime.
White-on-black crime is a media blitz and a bottomless goldmine.
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