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‘Minus Identity Who am I’
‘What a piece of work is a man!’
……… ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’
(Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act II, scene 2)
From Shakespeare, through Hamlet,
It rings down to generations
And falls heavily in my ears too.
In vain, I attempt to probe into the mystery
Nay, the enigma called man,
Both in the silence of my solitude,
And in the learned circle of friends.
(Fool…! Unable to find who you are,
Can you venture to say who the other man is?)
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious
At once a Satan and an angel
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
Aren’t I different?
Hiding my innards to light, as every other man.
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime!
I wonder what’s true to my being
And what makes me, the real me.
I see contradictions abound in me
And my personality, like an ocean is volatile,
Sometimes tranquil, sometimes agitated
Placid without waves very often,
But at times roaring with billows crashing!
I am openminded, but hide many secrets.
I am instinctively emotional, but mature.
I am an extrovert and feel happy in company,
But I like to withdraw into loneliness often.
I am mostly thoughtful, but tend to overthink.
I act confident but am diffident at heart.
Though satisfied with what I get,
I tend to crave more for the love people give me.
I am a poet and an artist, feeding on the encouragement I get
And stimulated by internal inspiration.
I am never a nosy parker, but curious about things
That pique my interest, be it of people or of the world.
I am a good listener, but need someone to listen to me.
I am easy to get along with, but get easily flustered.
I am compassionate, adjustable, loyal and humble.
At best I am a child of God, but lets the Satan,
Take over me sometimes when my temper rises.
How often, I wish to change myself
Change some of my characteristic traits
But minus my identity, I fear who I will be?
My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"
buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.
Aforementioned adventure
occurred countless years ago,
nevertheless psychological
repercussions persist
to this April eighteenth
two thousand and twenty three.
I admit not to be
that personality type,
who takes seat
of the pants dare
devilish death defying acts,
but remains on the straight
and true, yet still quite aware,
a series of unfortunate events
may arise clear
out of the blue, no matter
the weather temperate,
moderate and fair
nonetheless, this rather innocuous
no sweat whim methought
to raise cushioned
"supposedly knob intending
for height adjustable"
comfortable office chair,
thus fingers toyed with
this, that, or another lever
(envision finger pointing
under padding for rear),
thus nonchalantly, I blindly
jiggled one hand size pedal
appurtenance after another,
when lo and behold
whew ohhh....nooo...,
whoo ahh, way up into
the rarefied atmosphere,
yours truly did unexpectedly
vertically set sail
way past the timberline,
then OUCH each ear
snapped, crackled, and
popped, then suddenly
this chap buoyed aloft,
went temporarily deaf, oh no...,
now get this aside being
unable to hear
the sun at high altitude
creating blinding glare,
meanwhile propulsive
thrust sent me career
ring at light speed, whereat
at the least one shiver
ran down my spine
raising each small hair,
but the biggest fright
arose upon just missing
(by the skin of my teeth),
hence reason I wear dentures
colliding into a Lear
jet, no doubt the pilot,
(and motley crue) near
lee went berserk (indicated by
the dramatically erratic flight pattern),
which did appear
to shrink in size mere
lee, the rapid transit,
which wind shear
felt like a bajillion
pounds per square
inch of pressure tear
ring, pushing, and pulling
my body in all directions
pirouetting me like
a whirling dervish
spinning ever farther
distant from Earth
by many a light year!
Creativity emerges with two wings,
One aids her flying.
The other like a sting,
That aids her on intuity piercing.
But she looses her wings,
Left with one but nothing.
Music pitch her tent on the mountain,
She travels from dale to fountain.
Her voice incurs pleasant thrills,
Set apart trees and rigid hills.
Boasting in pride she looses the melody to
sing,
And now can't again pleasant tunes ring.
Philosophy saunters in with pride,
He takes every eyes on ride,
Set rules that opens rigid hearts,
Locks back and erect on it a flat.
But a-day, religion comes in with haughty
humility,
And dashes apart his entity.
Statistics announces her emergence,
Heighten rules,awkward ideas and
reference.
Deceiving notions and deceptive beauty,
With relying and relaxing duties.
Bewitch with mean rules,earthens despise
her,
And death makes a league with her.
Sport sprays schemes and skilfulness,
He kindles in variant hearts readiness.
Sweeps along million souls in a glance,
And ushers them into ambiguos trance.
Twisted legs,muscle pulls,dislocations rings,
And Debate hijacks the mic. to sing.
Debate soars in the sky on her regalia-
seriousness,
Erecting hearts and grooming zealousness.
Ideas jerks around with her on the pitch,
Hands jams,swimming eyes made reach.
But because it's a game of win or loose,
Earthens retreats and gets adjustable laws
infuse.
But their is onething that thrives at last,
Yea,the immortality of art.
Come hail,come rain,come sunshine,
In autumn,winter and summer she did
shine.
Varying to creativity,music through debates,
Arts beauty governs the outward and the
innates.
Their is onething;
Immortality of
Art!
'Cos in heaven
She thrives;
Art!
The creator brings
Men together;
Art!
He create universe
In diverse;
Art!
He made paradise,
A-Lovely land;
Art!
Eternity to come,
Everlasting form;
Art!
All will exist and die,
But their is onething,
An indestructible thing;
'Immortality of
Art!'.
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When my identical twin sister and I were about nine, there was a little brooklet
in our backyard. It started out kind of like a tiny stream of water in a marshy bit of grass way back down by the alley and the two double cottonwood trees.
My sister and I discovered the brooklet while wearing red shiny rain boots,
yellow plastic rain jackets, and matching yellow plastic hats that tied up under our chins. The rain outfits popular in the 60’s in small town Iowa. We delighted in stomping around in our little brook for several days. It was so much fun listening to the smack smack of the water as we tromped around in the muddy muck.
When the little brooklet began to disappear in May, we had a terrific idea. We got out some shovels, and widened her. We used the water hose to replenish her. We wanted to keep her always; we named her Singing River. She was the best present we had ever made for ourselves.
We spent another week or two stomping around in her muddy muck chanting “singing river” songs to her. But alas, in May, gardens are put into play in Iowa, so she was soon tilled up, and planted with peas, squash, radishes, beans, carrots, and two rows of flowers which our mother always insisted upon
planting. So a new game was on, and we re-named her “The Flower Garden of our Heart.” If anything, we were flexible and adjustable, and equally delighted in our new friend’s transformation. I often think of that back forty, and how much fun we had there.
Especially after Daddy built a tree house in the crook of one of those double cottonwood trees. I used to lug seven library books up there with a sandwich and a glass of Kool-aide, and I would not come down until my mother screamed my whole name ending with “Get in here IMMEDIATELY!” Seven books is the limit of books I could check out of the library every day. I was about ten at the time.
In the environment related to server racks, a wide range of 10-32 rack screw nuts of various types is available. But to be able to off-load machines with a heavier weight or very strong tension, 12-24 rack screws are what make it happen. Twelve-24 grade screws also called for their diameter (12) and thread count (24 threads per inch) give a highly secure groove that helps hold the parts together such as sheets, prints, and wood.
The 12-24 rack screws also feature both inside cage screws and sunken panel screws for easy installation. Cage screws have a cage nut pre-installed to the rack that is held in place with the use of an adjustable nut. Thus, the connection is reliable. These screws will have square heads, hence distinguished from virtual similar threaded holes of equipment using square drive act upon cage nuts. As a result, they work without the need for cage nuts.
This determination of what screw will suit every 12-24 rack should be based only on a few factors. Length is crucial. A minimum length of this cable is important for smooth insertion through big torso parts while also allowing the cable to have washers and other management systems at the back. In terms of materials such, are crucial too. The base is made of steel, these metals possess needed strength, and black oxide coating is used to prevent corrosion. Finally, ensure compatibility.
Even heavier appliances, such as power drills and impact drivers, could utilize 12-24 threads or bigger. Check the particular specifications of your tools before investing. The act of going for the right 12 to 24-rack screw is providing the requisite extra level of security and support that any IT equipment weighing up to 550 pounds would require.
Dragon wrote to Santa one day;
he requested, of all things, a shiny
guitar and lessons so he could learn to play.
Christmas came and went with his guitar beneath the tree and a pile of cash to pay for his lessons.
So, off he flew to his teacher’s
place and he was gone quite awhile.
When he came home, his fingers wore bandages.
“What happened?” I asked him.
He replied, “I…I broke’em…” and he unwrapped one scaled digit;
“My claws, I broke’em on the guitar.
Will they come back?” he asked with dragon tears.
“I don’t know,” I replied; “Maybe; they will;
I mean people’s do.”
Again his eyes teared. “How can I play now?” he asked.
“We’ll find a way” I told him and off to the music store
I went for some adjustable finger picks.
Dragon was ecstatic as, I put them on and adjusted them to his size. The next lesson I bandaged his fretting hand; adding small bits of cotton balls to each finger and helped him put on his picks. Off he flew to his lesson. It worked beautifully and before long he was picking
like a pro.
One day he packed his bags and guitar for vacation, we thought. A week later we tuned into, “The Grand Old Opry” and there was dragon pick’in, grinn’in and sing’in right beside Ricky Skaggs!
We knew right then we’d lost another dragon to fame, but we really are proud of all of our dragons and occasionally, they all come home for visits. The whole neighborhood rings with music for hours.
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Gootle joins a puppet-show
First night He is a king KongGo
But who the hell is this in the front row?
His own half hand is scratching a big toe
Of which leg he draws a blank and cries out "No"
vvvvvvvv
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Gootle says Hi to his first leg Pi
"Eat a double pie', first leg says, 'with a paste of rye'
His two legs say, "No No its not fair we are in democracy Bhai"
Bhai= A Hindi/Bengali word for brother
Gootle is a creature half-human half-puppet- a humpet, a polite being . He has three eyes on the back of his head( color: blue). He is three legged and two-and-a -half-handed. Body Color: orange. He has no hair and no ears.But he is neither bald nor deaf. He has a long nose -adjustable min 2" max 9". I cannot post his pic because I am not a premium member.However, you can feel his presence slowly.
For copyright reasons he has changed his name from Gubble to Gootle. He never suffers a lack of appetite.His primary foods are: fun bread, nonsense soup, curry of love with a sprinkle of pamper and a dessert of affection( Sorry,Demetrios he has changed his diet a bit).
Form:
He wrote a big sign pointed to the sky
Aimed at space ships just passing by;
All Alien life forms catered for, it said,
Full English B& B with King Sized Bed.
He didn’t think about it any more
Until the slosh came at his door.
Standing there with a large suit case
A column of water with a vague face,
Which sort of said in a rippling way
Is the bed still vacant just now today?
Full English breakfast would be so good
Four sausages please and some black pud.
He tried so hard and did his best
And he passed some form of test;
Only an official from Galaxy Northern HQ
Who just happened to be passing through!
He got Five Stars and One Anchor rating
With special mention of the catering.
He can charge astronomical rates
To that official and all its mates
Who tend to drop in from the sky
When they happen to be passing by.
His story doesn’t just end here:
Galactic Entrepreneur of the Year,
He’s opened up a brand new place
Just on the fringes of outer space,
Which won Nine Stars for being so cool
For providing Chess and Eight Ball pool
With special facilities for those not able
To properly stand and reach the table
And something really very new
A fully adjustable billiard cue
So much better than the norm
For adjusting to Alien Life Form.
Here endeth this tale on such notes of joy
Concerning success of made good local boy
The clock is ticking by,it has been the story of new era,
The step of improvisation taken by 'GLAMOURQUEEN'Shakira
Have a look all around the world the would be people,
with smiling pout
Front cameras in action taking selfies out of doubt.
Selfies have changed the technique of photography since past few years.
Yes, it's true people do take selfies in both happiness and in tears.
Whether it's a happy or a sad gear selfies are a must.
Hence if you don't adhere to it your phone is going to rust.
There's no one here whose day passes without a selfie dear.
No matter whether it's an occasion of tear or cheer
Besides the clicking camera sound,
The sound of others calling you 'SELFIESH' you can hear.
Getting different poses to post,
In the world which is virtual for different gears.
Bulging lips and tucked stomach for the photo to appear real
It is 'KALIYUGA'now as the call it dear.
To get your photos clicked, one has to be 'SELFIESH' dear
But wait, in order to have selfies with adjustable backgrounds,
One forgets about the dangers lurking around
It seems 'HUMPTY DUMPTY' had a great fall while clicking a selfies around,
This 'Beware however 'SELFIESH' you are,
For your loved one you are the twinkling star.
In the fantasizing brains of all Nigerian Fulanis,
Including their kindergarten still urinating on nannies;
All the entries and exits within country’s Aso Rock
To keep obeying their adjustable, Fulani clock!
Presently, the unstoppable aspiration of the Purest Hausa teens
Recklessly announcing the same to their napkins:
The Achilles Heel of the Brazilian Football Team,
Easily her ruinous tears commanding,
When she should a loser’s smile beam,
This, thorough Good Breeding demanding.
By the United States beautifully masked,
In her playing of Uncle Tom, enormously tasked;
Her millions of Dollars readily releasing
A loved President, the next election, losing!
To nearly every deprived tribe
Something to fight with the fattest bribe
Or surrender with a loaded gun
Making sure it doesn’t away run!
I’ve tried to The Mentality justify,
Baring a Bible verse that does it fortify…
Or so to me it had seemed
Or, probably, I has deemed…
‘The Elder shall serve The younger’…
And God must’ve, the service years, made longer!