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he said in a live news report that Jupiter
once was a planet the size of earth, it had living creatures
and an amoshere slightly warmer than ours.
he believes that jupiter once had a core that was heated from it's
center. And that the way we see jupiter now is from an explosion that caused the gases from with in the planet to expand and explode. the red spot on jupiter is actually the planets core and when the [planet gets to be recentered and the redspot is moved to the most northern part of jupiter, the core will again heat up and fall to the center of the planet and the colored gases from the surface will again be the surface and core of the planet. he say's life will exist on jupiter in twenty six years. He advises the audience to marry and have babies, and teach them to watch jupiter from his perspective, and that their science will one day create the means too find remedy, against the living creatures of the fast resolving planet who shall create a society to war against us in the year 3031. He and some of his wealthy followers have bought land
in southern United States and Northern Mexico, and they call it Western America, a new nation. They have trains planes rockets and even (some say) war missiles. They dare The United States and Mexico, to enter their country, But they do allow travelers to visit and spend money. They have named the Area Guffistier after the Mytholigcal God Dieumiun And the Casear Fritsier the Great (Myth has them to believe Fritsier the Great was Casear before the Roman Empire exsisted, and the great cover up of his empire was when jupiter exploded).
from the Newday Media group, NewairTelevision Channel,
aired yesterday
3-15-3005....17;52 (4:52 Atlantic Sea Time)
music by Lightcaption Media's Orchestra
My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.
Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and sensibility
regarding following poetic thread
subject of a fool's errand.
Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated,
and evinced courtesy final breath
automatically triggering (tumblr
to activate) final curtain call
and unremarkable death.
As stipulated in the living will
cremation of his lifeless body
cremated into soft gray powder.
A prerecorded hashtagged obituary
downloaded to individual smartphones
and simultaneously appeared on
the following poetry websites:
COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry,
Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup,
PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose|
A community of readers and writers,
and All Poetry.
He hesitated and lost out
on game of life big time
even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme
noshing, spending, and whiling
inordinate amount of hours
squirreled away in his bedroom
surrounding himself with reading material.
He amassed fountainhead of knowledge
quietly engorging cerebral gray matter
whereat noggin swelled up
rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged
at him, whose head
resembled the first Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea.
Odd his voracious appetite
to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte
zealous precocity to engross himself
with storied reading material
that does extremely excite
(at the expense of healthy socialization)
where his imagination took flight,
nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight
keeping his cute button nose
between pages of choice morsels
to appease hunger
keeping himself awake
drinking high test coffee
during darkness aided by jacklight
processing meaty material with might
experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant
joie de vivre day or night,
a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite
the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation
which entails crafting poems
oftimes spending efforts
with efforts undertaking rewrite
unwittingly garnering a fanbase
courtesy ideology doth unite.
a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God
people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world
a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life
November 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 8-9
Key Verse – 2Corinthians 8:9 For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GRACE ENRICHER
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great trial of affliction
Thank You for giving me hope along Your everlasting redemption
Midst Your power in answering my prayer and supplication---
Now, I’m supplied with Your abounding provision.
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great need of faith’s diligence
Thank You for forgiving me in being tempted to fall into work’s negligence
Midst Your wisdom that advises my heart to perform ready obedience---
Now, I’m led to practice willingness-expedience.
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great sorrow with burden
Thank You for cheering me, through trouble-ridden
Midst Your fellowship that lifts my spirit when gloom’s blow is sudden---
Now, I’m warmed with Your mercy, so kindness-laden.
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great mind-heaviness
Thank You for helping me move on despite weakness
Midst Your might that prods my strength to walk on righteousness---
Now, I’m guided to live with testimony of holiness.
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great longing for Your ministering
Thank You for teaching me to be faithful by Your ready aid-rearing
Midst Your correction that admonishes my boastful vain stirring---
Now, I’m provoked by Your zealous nurturing.
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great desire for reaping’s bounty
Thank You for blessing me by Your multiplying ability
Midst Your sufficiency that satisfies my good works’ productivity---
Now, I’m anchored to serve upon Your guarding authority.
Lord God, You are my grace Enricher
while I’m in great passion for Your cause to flourish
Thank You for offering to me Your unspeakable gift that can never perish
Midst Your compassion that subjects my devotion to what I must cherish---
Now, I’m inspired to serve as my soul You always nourish.
November 15, 2023
(Henriette hired Fernand Labori, the superstar
defence lawyer who had recently acted for
Dreyfus. Old and cynical, he advises her to
play on her sexy image.)
6. Fernand Labori
I've long since left off thinking of it thus.
It's putting on an act, that's all it is.
The ones who play it honest miss the bus.
You'll give it drama, colour, fervour, fizz.
A woman's always stronger than a man,
since men are tethered by the nether parts.
I'm sure you'll give it everything you can.
Your jurors are all men -- so break their hearts!
You have the looks, so hit them where they live.
You shot a man to death? The nation shrugs.
The only thing the French will not forgive
is if you're sexless. Let them see those dugs.
Admit it all, and argue crime of passion.
Oh yes, you took a gun, but meant restraint.
To win the women, wear the latest fashion:
to win the men, it helps if you can faint.
Just flash an ankle, watch them strain their necks.
(And still, we label you the weaker sex!)
“The Sacrificial Burn”, a very short story of a pyromaniac, who loved the Light too much.
A writer’s journey. Perhaps it’s about life. Perhaps it’s about death. Perhaps it’s about the end of the world and wanting to take back time again. Perhaps it’s about ghosts. Perhaps it’s about becoming a ghost. Perhaps, as another writer friend of mine advises, it’s up to the reader to interpret for themselves relating the story to themselves. If it doesn’t, then the writing unlike ectoplasm doesn’t stick. Perhaps poetry is just the biggest mind f*** of all, like love, an addiction, that gives great pleasure and the most immense pain and one just has to walk through the walls cutting up their words each time they pass through, like some grand reincarnation. Some ghosts are eternal, remembered, some fade forever and are forgotten. The worst ghosts are best forgotten or jailed up in a Dybbuk box, not to be thrown into the deepest ocean, not to be buried, but to be burned. The sacrificial burn with a few incantations, a bit like poetry. A flaming pyre of poésies sent off in its boat with the ferryman across Styx. Of course, all this is done with Love biting its tale.
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
“You arrive, now that I must leave
I'll take one step out of the nice dream
Into, something unknown, something unkind
Somewhere so quiet, gone from your side
Send me to lie here
Forever unseen”
“Why, why would you leave here
Right when I need you
No, I can't see you
Out in the open
Out in the darkness
Here where I knew you
Here in my heart
And on somewhere unseen
The distance is killing me
The distance between
I'm taking the water, taking on time
Does it ever leave
Does it ever leave
Taking on the water, taking on time
Does it ever sleep
Does it sleep at all…”
(excerpts, “The Distance, Emma Ruth Rundle)
Faint light
A cold, waning moon
Illuminates the trail.
The early morning wind brings
Smells of frost and old leaves.
Every sense aware while slowly moving "like a thief in the night".
A rustling to the left.
Steps?
A sudden crashing through the brush
Halts progress mid-stride.
Sounds amplified by darkness.
The mind becomes magician, trickster.
Was it him?
Will he be back?
A barely perceptible change,
A lightening in the East
Advises "make haste".
Reaching that tall, familiar companion.
Climb up,
Settle in
Twenty feet above terra firma.
Forget the last encounter,
Focus on what lies ahead.
The day has promise.
MY MOTHER
Produced me,cared about me,
And still does a lot of things for me,
Asks me if i have any trouble,
Knows and makes sure that am okay.
The world wishes they could get
Just my one and only you mother,
But you hold me tight never,
Caring about the rest.
Though i feel grounded by you,
You protect me from doing the wrong,
No one is gonna take your place mama
In the world we live in.
You have been with me for few years,
But am still protected by your advises and prayers,
Mom we made those those promises,
I don't want to take them back,
Ooh!! don't let me down,
Because you all i got mama.
love you...
Cough David Cough
Giorgio smiled as he imagined it
Hanging a bright orange plastic glove next to David’s face
Serves him right for being a god, he thought.
The teacher was peeking over his shoulder.
Asked him about it.
Just something I thought up, he said.
Smirking a bit to himself, understanding the joke.
Quietly worked, chanting “cough David cough”
under his breath, in a low tone.
Smiling at his little joke.
He is fourteen, it’s the way his mind is going.
Another boy gives him a high five under the work table.
Fully understanding.
“Add balls,” the kid coaxes him.
Giorgio adds one, not daring to add two.
“I would make that blue,” the teacher advises.
He meets the other boy’s eye and they burst out in laughter.
A blue ball, how hilarious!
He makes it green, so it is not obvious.
Too quick to speak
Too quick to judge
Just a little nick
Just a soft nudge
And you will reek
With your heightened urge
You heed no advice
You heed not restraint
Rude shock and surprise
Unknown to any saint
Aims at you to suffice
To make your strength faint
All because you refrain
To be upright and to respect
And you could still avert the pain
If you would pause and reflect
And be whole after being slain
And have your purpose resurrect
For God advises love and service
To both He and fellow men
That ye may find solace
In Him and among brethren
That you may end you chase
And live on earth as in heaven
K. Muitherero