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Eight years ago this day February 8 2016 I came forth
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Non nowhere so familiars
Worth more than billion
I be one of God’s Children
In His army, yet a civilian
LeiNah Williams’s brilliance
In mine resilience
Got mine rhythms
From my daddy (and Michael Jackson)
Definitions, divisions, harmonies decisions
I am my own girl position
Yaw! Say my name right cuz me got big guns
What’s my name, Say mine name?
Birthday today
My name is LeiNah Williams
Yes, Ms. LeiNah Williams
Pronounced Lena’ like in Horn
Yea! And I sing and play the violin
My name is Ms. LeiNah Williams
Hey! Hey! Hey! Happy Birthday to me
First Grand Daughter of James Edward Lee
2/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes
You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?
No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.
It is late at night- we three sit alone-
That is my two brothers and me.
We hear sirens- and automatically think-
Let’s play firemen.
We put on our gear and head towards the fire-
It’s cold and windy- the fire is ablaze-
We hear cries mingled with the roar of the wind.
The building is tall- the windows are barred-
The cries touch our hearts-
The ladder climber reaches the very top
The heat is unbearable- but we cannot stop.
The bars plunk down- clattering loudly to the street-
The people saved stand together in a huddle, hugging one another-
A siren shatters the night- but- it will not be needed-
Because, three firemen, have come to the rescue-
Together they make a fine team- today they stand hand-in-hand
Forever the three firemen-
When the parents came home, they carried three sleeping children to bed
Saving lives- always tires them out.
BTC (Basic Transaction Cumulation)
A Conceptual Relationship Readiness Theory
Discovered & Conceptualized by:
Er. Haider Khan
(Real Name: Mohammad Shafi Khan)
Author | Thinker | Kashmir
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Introduction
BTC (Basic Transaction Cumulation) is a newly conceptualized idea that explains emotional readiness before entering a new relationship or marriage, especially after a long-term breakup.
Just as banks review transaction history before approving a new account, BTC studies the emotional transaction record of a person before they begin a new emotional commitment.
This concept was discovered and defined by Er. Haider Khan (Mohammad Shafi Khan) as a way to understand why some relationships succeed quickly while others fail despite strong feelings.
Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting
one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.
Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp, when infrastructure
(regarding blueprint describing
information superhighway,
technological/computer transformation
would when soon after graduating
Methacton high school
(mine alma mater)
quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution
a way of describing the blurring of boundaries
between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,
a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),
robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,
genetic engineering, quantum computing,
and other technologies.
Monkey Man found in his perpetual boring bachelor flat
A darling tiny yellow spotted domesticated tabby cat.
The thing was mewing, and needed some milk.
Her coat was smooth, just a tad bit courser than silk.
Monkey Man embraced his privacy with a hermit type love.
But this helpless baby kitty snuggled up in a boxing glove.
He did not have the heart to throw it out into the wild.
It would have been eaten quickly, in a way not so mild.
He found out baby cats drink milk after he asked all over town.
With some coaxing and begging the baby drank half of it down.
You have to burp it, the old wives had told him relishing his plight.
Or you will be walking it as it wails from tummy ache all through the night.
Burping it was his undoing, it is when he became the cat’s daddy.
He lied to others about how long he kept it, and named it Paddy.
Six months later he was about to release Paddy into the wild
When he realized with pride, he couldn’t for this was his child!
The teapot house takes our meadow to the brink.
It makes us feel delightful, increasing our pink.
She is colorfully whimsical, an imaginative drink.
We feel her compassion, as around her we slink.
Have you ever been inside? A faerie asks me.
I have a bad memory and cannot remember for free.
I am not sure, I admit. But here is my friend the bee.
He has been there many times, he knows the owner, Lee.
I have never been inside; my bee friend admits.
But I have heard others say sweetness it spits.
Ask the gnome on the hill who has all the tantrum fits.
But I don’t feel comfortable, so I run toward friendly kits.
Where is she going? One of the inquisitors doth ask.
I don’t know, but I am sure she has a laborious task.
I lie in the sun with the snugglies, and we all bask.
Swigging down Dr. Pepper in a teapot decorated flask.
Poindexter sat and stared at the new fellow with the sneaky eyes
He hated him, plotting this creepy guy’s downfall and demise.
It was a contest of wills, and they were both winning.
Poindexter was irritated; this jerk looked full of sinning.
Why sit there all day? Miss Tutters asked him, once and again.
This opponent looked tough, and Poindexter always liked to win.
Go play!.There’s your mousey and favorite catnip ball.
He decided to get it over for once and all.
He backed up and wiggled his ass good, but then realized.
Interloper was mimicking his every move, to his horrified surprise!
Tutters began to titter, as they both leaped through the air and hit.
Bang! His nose felt like it had been smashed more than a bit.
What kind of sorcery is this? He demanded. Tutters began to titter
She had to leave him at home that night, so she paid for a cat sitter.
Sitter watched him do the same thing and laughed until she cried.
Poindexter knew he would never like this cat who was sneaky-eyed.
Focus on the space between breaths.
Repeat this rhythm...
Breathe in for 1-2 seconds,
hold your breath for 1-2 seconds,
breathe out for 1-2 seconds,
hold it out for 1-2 seconds, (repeat)
Focus only on the breathing for the first ten breaths.
As you go with this rhythm, try to move your attention away from the breath itself, and place it into the 1 or 2 second gaps between breaths.
The aim is to have our full attention on (and in) the gaps between breaths - even as we are breathing in and out.
To take it one level higher - is to have your attention in these gaps at all times, during your normal breathing in everyday life, and spot them in other places too.
You can lookout for gaps or spaces between words in writing; or poetry for example... you could hold your attention there, from time to time, to get practice - instead of just focusing on the words.
There are spaces between physical objects and words, either spoken or written. Spaces between your thoughts.
Spaces between breaths...
And spaces in other places ??
Be spacious
U.P??
I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered around to stare.
I watched him do an entirely crazy summersault high jump in the air.
He’s chained! Ted yelled; He’ll break his neck; fall in the inner cove!
The chain unraveled as if by magic as the Green Bat Clock man dove.
He’s a wizard one screamed as he landed on his well-endowed feet.
He’s a mystical clock, yelled my cousin Jeb, love child of Uncle Pete.
Green Bat Clock Man flew up to the limb and did it again and again.
What do you think of him? I asked my not-easy-to-please identical twin.
She sniffed. I think he’s still a show off, and not to my taste at all.
She was still angry that he had left her broken hearted in the fall.