From playing in a sunlit glade
We began school to make the grade.
Each year was called a Standard there.
Gone were the days free of care!
Each year was another Standard earned
But did we even remember what we learned?
Some passed easily, others not.
After the 12th year, to move on we were hot!
A Standard is also a banner: of victory or defeat,
To hold on high; to be on your feet.
It also could portray a family or a country's colors
For all to see,
To make that grade, or Standard, successful one should be
That one is an example of going on and on.
It takes a person of courage, daughter or son.
Jesus is our Standard High.
Even without seeing Him, so don't sigh,
For He's very real, divine, human but invincible,
So creative, so credible!
Faith He's given to each; trust Him to show.
Mainly, through your mind will flow;
Your heart heal.
At-home you'll feel.
It becomes easy to forgive and to smile,
To go the "Extra" Kilometer or mile,
Beauty and Perfection know,
Heavenly Standards, Harmony and glow!
The field of forgiveness lies ripe and golden,
But my sickle has been broken
By the durity of time
And its unrelenting chime
Marking each kilometer
Until, at last, golden harvest is threshed by the Reaper.
Heaven's the goal
He purifies my soul
And I lives by His quotes
Every moment I go down
I quickly arose
I'm heading to the post man
I don't want to lose
And faith envelopes
Thus I dream big
I'm grateful for His fig tree
that shades me from the drought heat
reaping the fruits the breeze flings
and replanting the seedlings
for abundance of riches
my soil is loamy
but the enemy
always sows his weed in
so much struggle and strife
but I rise and fight
won't stop searching for the light
in the darkest of the night
travel any kilometer,
no matter what's the height
my destination is blissful
and it's bright
In this journey of life
the storm builds my soul
I'm sailing with the Christ
obviously not alone
hardship is sinking
I'm submarined in the truth
pour out my heart in prayer,
I'm sipping fulfillment's juice
Never have I seen trouble as deep as
The catastrophe in Tamaulipas.
I chanced on a 6-kilometer crack -
A lot of information to unpack.
If you fall into the crack, it seems,
You'll be in China or the Philippines.
I tell you straight, put it on the level -
It is either drainage or the devil.
A good advice
I bought, a for- the- old scooter, after some pressure from families and friends, and yes, also my stupid wish having seen the bike on the internet, where happy people were driving around in a sculptured park.
After hesitating for a few days, I took the bike for a drive on a Sunday forenoon when reality sunk in, The bike did a 10-kilometer full speed on a smooth road surface.
To save car drivers from exploding I drove on the pavement but as pavements are usually in a bad state
it was a bumpy ride, but I was able to overtake elderly people out with their snapping dogs.
In the park, I had a coffee in an outdoor cafe with my back to the bike in the hope someone would steal it
No such luck!
It is not like I can't walk at all, I can walk a short distance
to the cafe or the shops, it is just sometimes, my feet hurt too much.
For now, the bike is parked in the garage, wisely I think
as I get older, I will need a slow-moving bike.
I grew up with inches, yards, miles, and feet.
I knew the difference, it was easy, and neat.
But today I am far behind in the dust because
Metric scale is what the new math does.
Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha.
Pencil thickness is about one centimeter. Rah Rah Rah.
Ten Millimeters is one centimeter, reminds me of cents to a dollar.
I may be catching on, so I stand up and holler.
One hundred thousand centimeters is a kilometer, friend.
One hundred centimeters is a meter, did you know that, Uncle Ben?
Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha.
Paper thickness is way less than a centimeter. Rah Rah Rah.
Now I think of my recipes. Did they change the tablespoon too?
Do I have to worry about cups, pints, and gallons for my glue?
I used to know my measurements, but everything is new.
Don’t even show me the rest of the new math. It is a boo hoo.
An illumination one can’t achieve the marvelous with,
Its 384400 kilometer distancing not a myth.
Never a lantern for any length of night study,
The printed in books a blur like the cloudy.
Readers’ eyes laboriously tackle their deciphering business,
Always seeming to need another helpful pair and witness…
Trust me, a crazy conspiracy against the optical
That should the readers earn crazy names or the atypical,
For having wanted to the innocent pair impair before forty;
No honest sympathizer who wouldn’t be naughty…
Still, in solidarity Moonlight is with the eyes
For all infuriating contacts with the injurious:
To the darkest of Nights, its improving flame
That us enables to ascertain the spurious.
Moonlight is God’s personal approval of our patrols at night
Which does the business make airily light,
Patronizing man’s nocturnal romances on grassland
That could him in Heaven or in Hell land.
They gather in their buzzard nests
clustered in dry grey frazzled wastes
steel sticks to walk upon their footsteps
humming with metallic stilts
supported grid on artificial legs
their crude utilitarian structure
hang in groves above the chainsaw stacks
Buzzing across the forests
as their cables saunter
their arms outstretched
quietly immobile lurking in the distance
frames crisscross their anti-nature
by rivet and construction artifact
through the mountains
over hills advancing stagnant
Silently is in their interference
high tension of Guglielmo Marconi
affecting some strange unfathomable sickness
distortions through auras energy
is their invisible electrical disturbance
and living with them is notoriously dangerous
Hopscotch and crossword their generator
puzzle to whom
where from
where to
follows you all the motorway home
to the click of a switch
down the side streets and back out of sight
their invisible mile and kilometer
and their arid blight
the digital clicking cash collecting of J.P. Morgans meter
connected by conductivity's twisted fiber
and living in the nightmares of Nikola Tesla
We all here-that cliche, "It's all Greek to me!"
Here are words you use that have roots in Greek!
A -how about 'airplane'~we all have enjoyed these!
B -and that 'Bible'you use!
C- I know we all love 'comedy'!
E-'a quality we love, 'enthusiasm'
F- one of my favorites is 'fantasy'
G-I know we marvel at a 'galaxy'
H-Oh,, how we love 'horoscopes'
I- idea is of Greek origin, as well.
J- yes, even that word...jealous!
K- 'kilometer' to measure.
L- add that favorite word, 'logic.'
M- 'melody' significant in music we love
N- those 'neon' lights, so groovy,
O- 'Olympic' games we so love,
P- 'poem is a word ,gift,from the Greeks.
R- and 'rhapsody,'a musical treat.
S- 'syllablee' which is so much a part of poetry,
T- and of course, 'theater' in which the Bard
showed his wonderful plays,,
U- 'Utopia! How many of us has used that?
V- could not find a word for that...Vwnus perhaps?
X- xenophobe, still checking on that
Z- zoology, a dearly loved subject!
(Excuse my previous typos, )
10/17/2020
Opus# 4
I took the car out
on a gloomy evening
& drove along
the A9
people busy
with farming &
harvesting before
the heavy
rain
cattle
being taken home
before the
nightfall
boys naughty
flying their kites
up in the sky
still
crazy, crazy, crazy
buses
drove faster
passing my
lazy car
hot, hot, hot
hoppers being burnt
& served & shared
by two of two
wayside trees
big, huge, gigantic
weren't to be seen
where had they
been
the lake filled
with water fresh
made room to fish both
the day & night
a candle's
being lit to honor
a hero dead
for us a long time ago
- The A9 Highway is a 321-kilometer-long (199 mi) highway in Sri Lanka, which connects the central city of Kandy with Jaffna, a city on the northern tip of the island. Due to the battle, which took place for nearly 30 years it got damaged. As a result, people were unable to use it. Just after the battle, it was re-opened. People have the opportunity to use it as they wish. A9 is believed to be the symbol of unity & friendship.
- Saumya Aloysius
MP News in Hindi :- LPG Gas Tanker Reversed… Sealed Area for Two Kilometers !!
Lpg gas tanker reflex-
sea. LPG gas tanker overturned last night on Deori road in Sagar district of Madhya Pradesh… It is being told that the tanker crashed due to fog in bad weather. The nozzle opened as the tanker overturned, causing gas to leak. As soon as the incident was known, the administration immediately sealed the Aria….
Team from Bina Refinery-
As soon as the incident was received, the administration has sealed the Aria for two kilometers from the tanker. At the same time the rescue team from Bina Refinery has started operation. People said that due to dew and fog, gas has spread in the field. The tanker is being monitored remotely. No one is being allowed to go near him. The two-kilometer area has been sealed. In the vicinity, profits are being made for not burning matches.
I know not of iambic pentameter,
I don’t even know my own diameter.
And when I travel about a mile,
I don’t know how much is a kilometer.
So I might be slightly confused,
About all those words, that I just used.
But when I think about other people’s folly,
Mine seem so trivial, and melon collie.
So when you’re confused,
about what word to use,
Take a lesson from me,
and look it up, in the dic tion ary.
Synchronised zephyrs are holidaying in giant zones. It is interesting to note that this experience is not an easy excursion. For such weight is waving and waving is not a noted duty for any passing shoal of cuttlefish appearing on a highway. To watch a duck eating a four course dinner and drinks is often an enlightening experience. But exploding beach balls can make quite a large amount of mess. Measure messages metrically. And so the talking tiger traverses a roped bridge bringing the lively little cakes. A centimetre chats to a kilometer. And static sailors are looking at the peas. Take no silvery signal box to a five star hotel. Ok then. Wear a silky suit then. Good. That should please a pantry pickle. Hahaha waving washing machine passing. Xxxx Broomfield brook xxxx dodecahedron zzzz
The foolish dogs, wag their tails for the fiend,
They lick the fiend, from head to toe,
The foolish dogs, coil like snails, at the site of the enemy.
The foolish dogs, bark and do not bite,
They bark at the fiend, and never chase when he runs,
The foolish dogs, coil like snails, waiting the enemy to strike.
The foolish dogs, are the master’s pride,
They are petted like delicate glassed golden dolls,
The foolish dogs, die in their kennels, when the enemy returns.
The foolish dogs, have a plausible sense of smell,
They can smell saucers a kilometer away,
But not the blood lust of the enemy’s breath to their nosetrills,
The foolish dogs, that bark and never bite,
Always chase after the enemy has gone,
The foolish dogs, die in their kennels, when the enemy strikes.
katana my faithful lost
to the bad twist of fate
now yours defender i have
i have to defend without you
katana the glow of silver
as you lit the sky and..
struck down the enemy
them enemies of mine
katana a defenders blade
like no other striking down
the villain a kilometer away
how do i live in your absence
the allure of you katana
i never left you anywhere
you were my companion
my trusted katana glittering
with you gone i broke
my legacy spy glass
darkness fell over the
land i defend no more
how do i wield the all
powerful shield without
you katana glint of silver
katana i had to let you go
in time i will reclaim you
and the legacy will be mine
then i can comfortably wield
the forbidden powerful shield
the forbidden military technique
an art of the ancient legends...
conquest by sword and fortress..
The Lord is my refuge and salvation
lewis nyaga
pmc
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