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A universe of spinning worlds unfolds—
Neon dreams and ancient lore,
From jungle beats to mythic shores.
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Scroll through themes and epic tales,
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Every tap—a pulse, a thrill,
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Trust the vault, the licensed gate,
Secure and fair, with healthy restraint.
Set your spin, respect the game—
Responsible fun, the core’s the same.
Play the demo first, feel the spark,
A teaser’s glimpse before you embark.
From mobile slot adventures at UnionSlots with Starburst’s glow
To Rainbow’s gleam where winnings flow.
So spin the night on mobile beams,
Let bonus rounds fuel your schemes.
In shrinking screens, vast worlds reside—
Mobile slots in the UK where fortune and fun collide.
To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not previously responsive
to conventional medications and therapies
This chemical is still widely banned
Except for a few controlled studies
Underway at accredited, renowned medical
and psychiatric departments
at major universities
When popular conventional
therapies prove ineffective
the 60’s and 70’s proved a fertile ground
for those seeking help
New age treatment called Primal Therapy,
When religious cults such as love Guru’s
Hare`Krishna mantras, Buddhist chants
of Nam-Myoho-renge-kio or being shakabukued
or Hollywood fix its— for anxiety’s
mental illness failed,
Came the psychotherapists
and the latest Primal Scream Therapy
new and experimental, so-called Hollywood therapists
took it to levels unimaginable and a bit too far
and should have never been licensed!
They are lights of candles put off
Their screams and laughs are silenced
They are deep roots pulled off
Inflicting pain and tears, they are licensed
They can no longer harm the living
But their memories are too much to bear
Sleepless nights due to overthinking
Once a dream, now turning to a nightmare
One may feel despair
losing all hopes, like cards on hand
felt like no one you could share
prejudiced that no one can understand
but found in an old scripture
it was written, a promise of hope
it was not our design as creature
a good reason for us not to mope
to a future not very distant for now
all who lie beneath the tombstones will rise
don't be bedazzled, don't ask how
all will be resurrected and revitalized
all of the dead will be able to hear
Jehovah's words and bring them to life
It will all be a Grand Reunion
Children to parents, Husband to Wife
Not really a bond follower
But why does the early ones
have the baddies as their titles
Then suddenly they start using phrases
but I think they missed a trick
Think about it
-breaking a Bond
-Bonded by blood
-Bond eye
-the age of Bond
-singer in a Bond(sorry couldn’t resist)
No now seriously
What everyday phrases could be used as a bond title
Usually they go with death relate phrases
-stone dead
-death becomes him
-dying light
-the spy who set me on fire
-licensed to sell alcohol
-a day in the death
-from Scotland with detest
Anywhys bye
I knew a mime who was ever silent
One of the many who were licensed
Hit his toe doing his act
Felt so much pain that he quacked
The city took away his mime license
Yes! knew this mime who was ever silent
He boarded a plane that had no toilet
Sat on seat, squirmed very pressed
Passed out gas was quite distressed!
Airline took away his season ticket
Then Bob wanted to be an astronaut
Wanted so bad that NASA he sought
He was a part time mime
Mimed the astronaut climb
To the panel his effort was for naught
Retired now, the Government calls me a carer.
Now I ask you what could be fairer?
They pay me a few dollars to look after my better half.
They explain that I save them the cost of employing staff.
Well, I won’t tell them, but they could have saved their money,
He won’t have a cook or a cleaner or nurse, he is such a honey,
My dear hubby refuses to have anyone in the house.
So, they could have kept their money, but I am being quiet as a mouse.
In days gone by I had a job of responsibility before I retired,
I did the job well, worked ethically and was sometimes wired.
Before I became (I guess you could say) a domesticator,
I was actually a licensed private and commercial investigator.
Licensed to practice the
law, counselors charge for
legal advice and to
litigate a dispute.
Lawyers plead cases and
launch apt defenses as
learned professionals.
Licensed to right the wrong
Look past loopholes of lies
Lure rivals to confess
Listen to untold facts
Lend voice for the silent
Language, their pearl armor
Lawful knights, dressed in black
Good neighbors, sweet friends, Can you forgive me?
In long, still and creeping hours of study,
I can be stern and inaccessible.
My studies tax me to basest function,
resting, weight-like, on my wretched shoulders.
I, too-weary, ebb and at times, tend to
spare few feelings and gall, as if licensed.
Sometimes I go, unwillingly to class,
a melancholy lass. Please, if we talk,
speak gently. I labor under command,
and you may not be answered with reason.
Hereby hangs the tale, ladies just and fair.
Sleep, that dark medicine, has restored me,
my sanity and my better judgment.
Patiently receive my apology
and recall our many fun adventures.
Here, the word I drop for Travelers “Hark!”
Where offended driver begins to bark:
“Why should you there your Stupid Volvo park?”
The bared teeth of speaker those of a shark;
If he sank them in one’s flesh the same mark,
Now cursing one, next singing like a lark…
Hurry not if destination is Park,
Not the Amusements, I mean: Motor Park!
Where wires of new licensed cars spark,
Your pockets picked while Daylight was still stark,
Fights ignited last until it is dark:
Preachers surface to dwell on Noah’s Ark…
Where one meets with Comedian Passengers,
By their sides Satan’s Soft Messengers…
For thee a tried Nigerian Motor Park,
In which had been displayed Award Gold Plaque…
The harsh pains of terrible toothache
No human nor humanoid can fake.
The "oh!" are real, the "Ah!" and "Jeesus!,"
Caries of the Bad Tooth for scissors!
Sufferer's cheeks feel the agony;
Puffed up in pursuit of harmony:
So also the eyes above: quite scared,
For the bad much the teeth have been dared.
Sympathizers say "Avoid sugar."
I, Hindhu, who can't shun our Yoga."
Now, cries seller of its drug "No...No,
Extraction quite wrong: more shall go!"
Men by no means licensed Dentists:
Are they handing out truths or their twists?
One thing is sure: Dentists don't like them
And long had learnt to call one problem
"If you're ready for quick extraction
The Dental service, no distraction."
At first Sheila hesitates,
Then, towards Bruce gravitates.
After all, she’s still a Miss;
The fears of Madam dismiss…
A lady gives chance to a man,
He spoils it, proclaims his bun
She’s now qualified to shout
And end it with a “Get out!”
Now, rules of decorum flout
Tell Bruce to his face “Lout!”
Now licensed to at Bruce glare;
If Bruce touches her, then flare:
Out like radio the thing blare
Or Bruce ask “So, you could dare?
Or all the while Bruce talks, bad stare!
Time is not justly counted by increments...
like a pie all crust can have space without filling
it disappoints –
too much wasted by reluctant planning –
few visions of living ever leaving the station of
Excursion – like a dynasty of tempting brochures culminating in
tenure, that far more brave and less credentialed travel faithfully
outright...
Triumph's Reckless Youth vs Pompous Charted Night
such licensed surveyors expose dark by tiny bits called
stars, seeing only seconds, oblivious to stuffed longer
gigantic days' leaps packed into uncharted universes
time shallowly used is soul
and spirit only outside basted,
exterior roast__toast
while the bloody inside
left yearning release,
for its surface~ burning!
when time is too contemplated,
measured, set in plates of orderly
rations – seasoned but only tasted
(a belly denied lumps of glutenous
impulsive passions)
it is a written novel
with no real claims
to glory....
Time then...is only Time
dimly expressing God's timeless
true story
Motion pictures became movies
Then turned into flicks
Automobiles became cars
and lost their stick shifts
Cars need to be licensed
Don't lose your title
'Cos if you can't drive
Your motor will idle
Democracy’s demons,
they follow and stalk
for every freedom
they strike like a hawk
The cost of liberty
its downside abides
to follow intrepid
with vengeance as guide
All men here are equal
to right and then wrong
pursuing their happiness
the short and the long
Hoping the majority
will rule most benign
many to suffer
from licensed decline
Nobility’s tenure
its reign has been long
but treachery threatens
the best of our song
Tomorrow in focus
the few and the brave
must suffer the arrows
that seek to enslave
And onward we struggle
to save what we can
as menacing trouble
within starts again
This fight more than worth it
the day is now late
America bleeding
—our future at stake
(The New Room: May, 2022)
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