can you imagine?
a sacred wonderland...
built
at the top of a mountain
for all of humanity
to peacefully co-exist,
a place where
no one gets ill,
no wars are fought,
to see
what true harmony looks like.
a place where
happiness forever endures;
there are no more shadows
to indicate
when somebody will die;
all quiet valleys
at rest.
just imagine...
p at the sky,
when one looks u
one finds peace...
a place where
transient times
do not remember
the flavor of death.
i am free
to live and thrive,
never feeling sorrow and pain
here, the spirit
wakes up into
a world without an end
here, the conquest of death
by happiness will be
as long-lasting as
the peace is.
a place known as...
new jerusalem
just imagine...
Proposal
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By: Muchov Nuttin
Ababstract
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To introduce vast amounts of sodium to rough raw sand aka silca.
Objective
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To create sodium crystals that extract gold coloring from sand.
To extract iron from sad to create an ironized crystal.
Overall objective
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To extract pure gold in large qualities.
Idea
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Using desert sand and beach sand
Injecting hot malta like sodium into
Both raw and rough( sand) materials.
To inspire an ironish state of matter
There red crystals can be visible known
Rubato odvious
to the visible eye as ironized silca.
There the extraction of gold can occur.
"Rubato Odvious" a state were the reds
indicate the presence of gold.
Profet Objective
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To make this way of gold mining
the most profitable way of doing
So.
CLOUD OF MUD
It is not a white cloud.
It is not a dark cloud.
It is a cloud of mud.
It doesn´t indicate the presence of the sun;
It doesn´t announce a rainy day.
It is a mix of water and dirt
It is not a white cloud.
It is not a dark cloud.
It is not a cloud.
A wedding is a gamble
A marriage is a leap
High divorce rates indicate
We just get-ridda the creep
Paper cups and paper plates
Disposable diapers too
Once they’re used, out they go
Same with spouses ~ POO-da-loo!
Today my daily run, it's pouring rain
From exercise there is so much to gain
What ever the weather I will not refrain
I pass a group of smokers outside a fast non "food" quick death franchise chain
Running bare foot, bare top in just shorts alone
I feel the multitude of raindrops massage my tanned skin
Luckily I'm not a "LOAN SHARK"
In this heavy rain I would need to grow a fin
In the middle of the town I'm aware of many stares
that seem to indicate I"m entirely mad
I assume I don't have all their addictions
I'm free from many a nasty fad
So here's to the rain providing many puddles
into which ,with fun, I can run and jump and splash
The rivers creeks the land
with life giving water they are all awash
Another poem's come to mind
the time has come to dash
NORMATIVE DIFFERENTIATIONS-:-
indicate
suspended
decorations
oddly
ambiguous
SO SUBLIME
expressed
proclaimed
visually
transpose
situations
TO INFLUENCE
innovative
assumptive
perogatives
ornament
illusions
I am the blue crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I can color the sky that is the cosmos above your head,
and I can give you a refreshing drink of water.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
I am the yellow crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I color the sun that warms the day.
And I am the color of the lemons in your lemonade.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
I am the red crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I color the cherry that tastes oh so sweet,
and I am the color on a map to indicate heat.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
We are the primary colors in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need us.
We can mix and blend into the colors you desire
Or stand strong on our own accord.
Don't try to make us just like you,
We are pretty sure that we need you too.
Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours - waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
The night extends its life longer
The temperature gets colder
The colourful landscapes fade to orange
Rustic browns shape the scene
Sepia tones indicate age
The natural world decaying
Stripped back; the bareness of finality
Stark images of looming death
The bleak imagery of winter
In still and dark whispers of light
Destruction pervading terrains of white
Enveloping the ground
Daylight returns in victory
For darkness relinquishes strength
Bare desolation is melting away
With sunlight warming earth
Glimmering shards of renewal
As buds begin taking new form
Birthing beginnings; life everlasting
Cycle of change restored
Wear a salmon on your head,
the wild Orca said,
make it a big chinook
or perhaps a steelhead.
It's very avant-garde;
it makes a fashion dent,
and kittens think the smell
is heaven sent.
A salmon hat is a cultural fad displayed by orcas, where they wear dead salmon upon their heads. It was first observed in 1987 with southern resident orcas and was a relatively short-lived phenomenon. In 2024, the behaviour was observed again with orcas in Puget Sound. The motivations for salmon hats are unclear, but other orcas will mimic the behaviour once it begins. One hypothesis is that orcas wear salmon hats to display high food availability, or that the same individuals that originally started the trend revitalized it. It may also indicate playfulness. ~Wikipedia
*Please note:
I'm not in the throes of sadness. Just a write for another poetry site.
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My eyes are half closed for I fear to see
what worry and anxiety have made of me.
All day I've been twisted out of shape,
wincing at my disheveled appearance.
Life has taken a toll with its interference.
My mirrored face is a prism, a color spectrum,
reflections that indicate the paths I've traveled.
It's no wonder I look completely unraveled
and seem to be moving in opposite directions.
I'm an abstract work of art, hastily brushed
with my own hand when I'm feeling rushed.
Blue when sadness tears my world in two,
Cadmium yellow on days when I feel mellow.
When heated anger tints my soul, my cheeks
flush with shades of red and buff. It's been weeks
since I've felt bold enough to paint with oils.
Misfortune leaves me feeling like used tin foil.
I must pull myself back together and gather
my thoughts. Untwist the ropes that tether me.
Too many worries have crisscrossed my face
and spying eyes I've come to intensely despise.
The Guild
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By: Hephaestus and Minerva
A conversation about both
Oak Island and Rancocas Finds
Treasures and Artifacts
Built by Brutus de Villeroi
found in the muds of
Rancocas Creek.
Blackbeards sword on the
Crystal Coast.
From frustration to
a calm happiness
he spoke in detail of
finding what he thought was alien..
This demands seriousness.
Bel canto: Bel Canto!
Running up and down the
this deserves a clear and
distinctive scales of emotion.
Entailing all necessary words
that describe a historic accordance.
April 2 1864 was the last time
someone saw this thing.
We thought is was a spaceship at first.
plained. He needed
a word that could indicate ones
desire to inspire someone to compose
and write.
He made up the Word "Farex Muses"
to mean demand seriousness and to illustrate
a bold desire to be created. Term meant
for Music inspiration and creation.
Bel Canto!: BelCanto!
he spoke to those in sight of his lack
of a better phrase.
Horseradish and Deer Meat
Bokeh Focal Length
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She is Maestra and He is Maestro
Sostituto
and Suggeritore
Impresarios?
Impresarios!
Buddha meets ... that is strange,
Announce the meet ... strange the more,
Buddha meets ... not so strange,
Announce misquote ... Buddha just wrote,
Though history ... Buddha's story,
Timing bit off ... historians scoff,
What came first; egg or chicken ... what came post; begs a question,
Christmas or Buddha ... Buddha or Christmas,
It is neither ... here nor there,
Ergo ... Therefore,
Flip a coin, heads or tails ... make your choice, while coin sails,
A guess is a guess ... my best is my best,
Here goes nothing ... substance something,
Buddha crosses time ... Christmas line a Cross
Christmas Star o'er Bethlehem ... faraway came three wise men,
Buddha is pleased with Christmas sight ... Buddha's lifetime records and write,
The nativity scene ... Buddha cites how it beamed,
Joseph and Virgin Mary, and baby Jesus makes three all the same ... Buddha scrolls down parchment that indicate advent that coined Christs' name,
Idyllic pastoral scenes of shepherds and farm animals and three wise men bearing gifts from afar ... Buddha captures the highlights breaths exhale and inhale words repetitively transform plain and not Czar.
I laugh that my friends think managing my cell phone time is rude
I keep my phone off until I want to make a call out.
saving me time I would not have wanted to spend
listening to people who want to be listened to.
my friends indicate that I am a traitor, less a friend than I could be
if I left my phone on, and kept myself at the ready for their calls.
I do not let my phone dictate my hours; I value my time
and laugh at their efforts to shame me.
Do you know why bus rules are important?
We stop for school buses as they’re slowing.
Their yellow lights indicate take caution.
When red, the lights mean kids you may see going.
They might be going on the bus or off.
On two-lane roads, whether you are front or rear,
you have to stop, and the reason is
kids out of anywhere might appear.
Children can be hard sometimes to spot.
Around big yellow buses, please take care.
What of those on lanes that number three or more?
Those coming from the rear then must be aware.
Buses have been built for children’s safety.
They’re energy-absorbing, did you know??
Both economically and environmentally!
School buses for our kids are the greatest way to go.
I never get lost
I have never been lost.
Yet
Here I am
Lost, in a place unknown
Crunch! Crack!
Such sounds indicate
I'm here,not alone
squawk hiss, cheep
nature's sweet tone
not so sweet
Hearing a ping
Hearing the ring of somebody's phone
Drip from above
Drop down below
soil wet from the rain
footsteps squelch and approach
The voice of a stranger
They Croak out hello.
Although scared, my fears pop
I'm a chattering drone
The plop of a tear in my eyes clearly show
I say
Please can you help me?
Find my way home
My first time that ive prayed,
since being this grown
My first and last time,
in the woods and its zone
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