Only when thy spirits dance in bright dreams,
Shall thy great team flourish by living streams!
'Tis our heart's aim to labor with steadfast
Spirit; the goal, we are nearing it.
Firstly, we aim to do earnest teamwork.
Then give great ideas in modern, new birth.
Everyone there needs to share energy.
To keep thriving in mutual synergy.
Only when you're all dreamily alive.
Will your great team 'Walking Live' truly thrive.
Members know they must always remain clear.
And never forget to carry oak gear.
One day or another, they'll be running.
In the meantime, they need to be stunning.
Their bronze eyes, symbolically summarized.
Knowing now what they've always theorized.
That honest kindness,
As well as helpfulness,
Determine their readiness,
To survive on celestial blue-green marbles seamlessly!
We seek to join our hands in earnest toil,
Then breathe great thoughts into this fruitful soil.
That simple truth and grace,
With mutual succour in this place,
Doth provide readiness with goals,
To dwell where azure groves and emerald balls roll,
Walking live!
Heaven's prospect comforts.
In the meantime
What's felt of it, guides me here
As leads me there
Has such been, angel-handed
As Fate branded.
If through this link, tingles with
Love's mortal fire.
Man to woman's day to day's
Firm clasp relays.
Cools not down in both these chills:
Weather's. Life's ills.
who are they calling alien? The robot said
This amused star rider’s cousin, Ancient Ed
He had trained robot not to remember
Neither had existed until last December
Ancient Ed contacted his handler on Planet BY
What is my next step? What do I teach our star rider guy?
Let him commune with the natives, good and thick
Fitting in and learning about them is the trick.
We will decide when to make the planet implode.
In the meantime, keep under wraps our binary code.
You will get robot and me out before it blows, right?
But the handler was offline, invisible, and out of sight.
The Con
There is a whisper in the town's square
It is him, yes, it is him
They looked at the youngish man and asked
Are you him?
Yes, he said, I'm here to save you from liberalism
make a sharp right turn, pay less taxes
Social security is not needed in a modern state
Everyone looks after themselves
A genie was born
Banks lent him money and saw to it that he could
not fail even when his view of finance was banal
He is a thundering success, richer than smaller states
People are questioning him about the meaning
of life, and he has a meaning for everything
Some people are suspicious, ask if this is
the world's biggest scam? Only time will tell
In the meantime, something has to break
READING, ,WRITING , ARITHMETIC ,
COMMUNICATION UNDISGUISED .
LOGIC , REASON AND UNDERSTANDING
ONE MIGHT BE CONSIDERED WISE.
ILLOGICAL CONVERSATION
NONSENSICAL IN A WAY .
UNFORTUNATELY IN THE MEANTIME ,
WE DEAL WITH IT EVERYDAY.
UNREASONABLE OR BLATANT BEHAVIOR
MANAFEST IN THE MIND.
MAGNIFIED OR DISPLAYED IN PUBLIC
IT SEEMS ONES LOST THEIR MIND.
A LACK OF UNDERSTANDING
WILL LEAD ONE FAR ASTRAY ,
DIRECTED INTO DARKNESS
WHERE CHAOS AND MAYHEM PLAY.
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND COUNTING.
ILLITERACY WAS AND IS THE NORM.
FOR THOSE , WHO , DISBELIEVE THE MATH ,
THEY'LL HAVE TO FACE THE STORM.
UNSEEN CONSIQUENCES ,
ARE STARING THEM IN THE FACE.
IF ONLY THEY WOULD FACE THE MIRROR ,
UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF DISGRACE.
WHEN THEY REALIZE THE MANIPULATION.
IT MAY BE A LITTLE LATE.
FALLING OFF THE CLIFF OF LIFE
RAPIDLY FACING FATE.
Michael E Harris
11072025
Imagine
Just Imagine
Feeling behind the preparation
Thanksgiving destination
Morning rise
Dreaming being an actual balloon in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade
Held high by volunteers
No soar
Entertainment for sure
TV Camera lens, the focus, the movement throughout
Being the “POETIC REACTION – WORDS RESPONSE” balloon
A first, and certainly no last
Maneuvering overhead as spectators observe
A difference and joy approach
Through the Thanksgiving breeze
Winds that blow
Caution in being slow
Leading the way down the New York City streets with Santa’s arrival at the very back in parade finale
Kids wonder in captivation
Above all joy
The smiles and the laughter
Surging opportunity
The rush of unity
One’s own balloon dream
The thought in what it would seem
Asleep in the dream mode
A story tale Unfold
Awakened from sleep as if the dream was real
Feeling like a movie stream
Anticipation
One day
Who know?
It could become reality
In the meantime, let’s commence the parade
Sponsored by Macy’s made
As the British put it, “UP AND AT IT”.
Santa always wanted to be an elf
He made a wish one day, against a shelf
The clock above got a little mixed up
He changed Santa into a dachshund pup
Santa went barking around and scared some kids
the clock transmogrified him into a gnome, named Lids
Lids sat in the woods and counted mushrooms that were whole
In the meantime, there was turmoil at the North Pole
Where was Santa? Who would drive the red sleigh?
Would he return home before Christmas day?
Mrs. Claus got out her Bible and began to frantically pray.
The clock rolled his eyes at the kerfuffle heading his way.
the concord
They have agreed to talk
We grasp straws for the sake of peace
Trump's arms outstretched, hollers
Please give me the prize Obama got
It is mine to keep forever
In the meantime, the US Navy murders
men in speed boats along the coast
of Venezuela
We all mark time
until, in time,
we mark loss.
In the meantime,
we make our
mark
and
mark-make.
two dogs sit at my feet watching me type
they are my staff, Buddy and Beau
They follow me around as if they are ducklings
and I am their mama duck
they would cram themselves into the bathroom
if I let them
but I don’t
this mama duck has limits
I am thinking about making them bacon for breakfast
but they also like turkey and ham
we like feeding our babies up
Daddy duck and I
They follow him around if I am not home
Which has only happened three days in a year
and will not happen again for another year
in the meantime, they are on guard
watching me, making sure I do not leave
as I just returned home
as Kyle was walking down the aisle
he tasted disgusting salty green bile
looked up and saw a weird smile on Lyle
Feeling vile, he started to dial.
His bride Wilhemina was dressed in style.
she outclassed him by a city mile
he ran, jumping a massive wood pile
did not return for quite a while
in the meantime, the groomsman named Lyle
wooed Wilhemina in glorious courting style
they picked out dishes and kitchen floor tile
forever a bachelor remained old lonely Kyle
I have always been a bit wary
of Gary, Mary, Sherry and Larry
They each seem a little bit contrary
Fighting over blue, straw, or raspberry
I took this to Carrie, our head faerie
She thought my query was a tad bit airy
Looked it up in her faerie dictionary
Experts’ opinions appeared to vary
Enter an expert from a local dairy
his name was Smart Guy Mr. Perry
Sherry and I intended to someday marry
But count not agree on the right berry
Next, I consulted my wizard friend Hubert Harry
His preference is for a soft, dainty, pink raspberry
In the meantime. Sherry eloped with my cousin Terry
Now I have no use for them or Larry, Gary or Mary
I forgot you.
Or, did I?!
We passed through millions of
human sufferings and sea of love
and secret bleeding,
As if hundreds of years have passed in between
through oblivion.
In the meantime, I forgot about you,
like an old scar, without pain,
on my hand or foot.
All day, sometimes eyes catch a glimpse of it and I remmeber,
And sometimes forget to.
Lord make me aware, attuned to you my form.
As a funnel like the diggeridoo.' Or violins tempo harp or piano chords beat my heart to
The drumbeat of your dreams.' Tune me as a
Guitar; that is hidden unseen' let my notes make your greatness known' make the message strong and keen.' All is full of glory
That you do.' Make of some writers, and poets
Too.' May all this become true..Let these events stand before all men.! Make some healers and others singers about your great
Name' lord let it be so as it was back then the same.' This gets me thinking please return again.' In the meantime Father grant us accord to evangelists and prophets that will
Stand in your great battlefield Lord.' Through perecution bring us safe i pray, we trust only
In you, to your plans we yield.' Breath upon us Lord, make us ready every
Woman every man.' Tell us bear fruit in this season', how to bless you?
Holy and Grand' you alone are Righteous and True' i will follow in your footsteps; there are no other gods..I would place before you.' Our Father Allmighty Father allmighty ever' making things ever new.!
Lately my mantennae are twitching more than usual, folks.
The prophecies are surely uncloaking.
Time to batten down the hatches.
A potent darkness is approaching the front doorstep.
Clutch your loved ones to your sunken chest.
It's nearly midnight; the world is on full tilt.
Nuclear pinballs ricocheting off bent flippers.
Madmen will never lead anything into battle.
They'll just push a button to begin the cleanse,
The darkness wants to speed up the blender of Armageddon.
In the meantime, enjoy the day.
Have a lick of your favorite ice cream.
Kick back and watch the ultimate fireworks display.
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