Force of analysis Anatomy
Circumstance formula
Evasive ecology
What let loose atomic forces
Catastrophic catechism
Muted-minded blank decisions
Body of Lies
Man's Tongue circumcised
Fairy Tail biology
Fogged minds bureaucracies
Raped spirits bodies
Conforming to man tragedies
Virtual accumulative fatality
Force of analysis Anatomy
Man ain't worthless he's just sinful
Made of dirt, a sinner created by God
Breath of live birth?
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)_/center >
Mermaids and Mermen are given a choice you see
Whether to lay eggs or have a live birth in the sea.
Each one makes her wishes known in a dream.
It is promptly granted by the Mermaid Wishing team.
Some choose laying eggs, for it gives more chances.
Many mermaid babies will hatch southern sea wind dances.
Others choose a live birth, but it limits them to two.
You will want to choose this if you only want to raise a few.
Mermaid twins and triplets are raised in incubators in the deep.
They are implanted via a uterine vial that you will want to keep.
There are other ways too, since mermaids are magical and kind.
If I share all mermaid birthing secrets though, they will wipe my mind.
dolphins
grey ghosts surf the waves
leaping up in laughing fun ~
gymnasts of the seas
4-12-22
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According to A-Z Animals List, Dolphins are mammals and therefore animals who give live birth, have a spinal column, nurse their young and are warm blooded.
With a $10,000 peg
A Texan has no need to beg
Inside Burger Kings
A money bell rings
When anyone "murders" an egg*
*Unlike civilised people, Texans
count their chickens before the
eggs hatch, so they do not under-
stand why the Supreme Court won't
declare an egg to be a, "Live Birth"!
Ever wondered why some are happy others sad?
Some are rich others poor?
Why their is so much disparity in the world?
Why some sin and get away?
While others are punished for no fault?
Law of Karma is the reason behind this!
Our Karma or deeds shape our destiny.
Acts of not only this, but previous births too count.
That is the reason why all this happens.
That is precisely the reason why we should work without thinking of results,
Without any desires, any expectations.
Destiny is shaped by accumulated Karma,
So it is essential that we do good deeds,
Otherwise we will suffer,
If not in this birth, definitely in next.
Don't think you will die,
Body dies but soul remains,
We all live birth after birth
until we get salvation.
When our bad deeds end,
We are automatically liberated.
Sunshine rose earlier today, season of warmer weather
Rain and sun tempo touching soil and earth,
Vernal equinox weeks ago bring time of growth and renewal
Spring alive plants, flowers, trees, and live birth.
Life breathing into lungs and soul March, April, and May
Plants revive and people do too, Saint Patrick’s Day green
Shamrock pretty clover, tender and fair, a better indication
Groundhog Day may be getting it right as Punxsutawney Phil no shadow seen.
Laughter for fun in popular legend brings a bit of spice in life
Springtime bright yellow, red, orange, blue, and violet,
Enjoying spring showers on porch sipping pink lemonade
Early planting and harvesting spring crops, grateful to pile it.
Easter arrives in a beam of morning light
Christians rejoice everywhere deep gratitude,
Touching human souls tears stream down cheeks
Love gives peace, and we live the golden rule in attitude.
New life pauses for Memorial Day
Members of the Armed Forces killed in war,
Never to be forgotten, freedom and life they granted
Infusing patriotic loyalty, and patriotism roar forever more.
I've been expelled from the everyday life
by clocks' ticking
I keep on waking up enclosed
in an expensive box...
On bare walls I hang up my imagination
It's unframed and wild -
A bitter-sweet Freedom keeps haunting me:
to FLY with a family of pelicans to the unknown
or to DIE all alone
under a freeway overpass
I see my fingerprints disappear
one-by-one...
I am writing this as PROOF that
I existed in a World where
ink is Invisible and echoes are Mute
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Oh Happy Day, when you were born.
For many years, my heart did mourn.
Childless I lived amid the throng.
Watching mothers rush children along.
Alone in a restaurant, twirling the ice –
Little girls with bows looking so nice
Brothers and sisters laughing out loud
While childless I sat amid the crowd.
Primary children would sing sweet songs.
Mothers would lovingly hum along.
Boys on the playground would tackle their dog.
I, like the old cliché, a bump on a log.
Watching, with my heart breaking.
Dreaming with memories aching.
I lost my first child before he was born.
Year after year, my mind was forlorn.
But then, it happened; you were on your way.
I prayerfully waited day by day.
Five and a half months within me growing.
Proudly knowing, greatly showing.
Then came six and I felt some relief.
Then, when you were born, you erased my grief.
I became a mother and not just a wife.
Your live birth, my child,
Became the happiest day of my life.
© December 23, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Narrative with rhyme