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Unable to fear threats from
any man who actually sent
my ex husband to torch
a tailor shop killing a mass
number of elderly people
sleeping in bed Christmas Day
on oxygen machines as mushroom
clouds flooded the building do
you see special agent Alan king
asked me before hiring me to
wear wires on my unborn children
while city officials helped to cover
up mass murder I witnessed the
plotting of Ciro gargano and I
played in the silk garments in
the shop where he stored the
contents of the tailor shop sadly
corruption threatened my life to
silence me an yet I will never
ever fear murderers with badges
assisting Ciro gargano ongoing
mass murder spree a serial killer
extorting medical care for diapers
and bedding for retired hitmen
Stop intimidation arson murder
of 9 elderly people the coldest
day 1984 I will never forget
Online:Profile
(LIE): "Hi! I am a single man, Bachelor clean shaven not even a mustache"
Truth: I'm a cheat, dirty soiled minimal waged job go-tee liken a cat or muskrat
(LIE): Born in Saint Louis Missouri Own my Marketing Company
Truth: Birth in Caviler, Mississippi 2 generation catfish fisherman, got 2 girlfriends one I call my wife;
Have a total of 6 children (one's belongs to the mid wife);
(LIE): Live in a Town home paid for has 4 Bedrooms, Library, Den 5 baths;
Truth: I live in the what we call the bottoms in a shack;
(LIE): 28 Years old
Truth: 57 man that's bold your youngest girlfriend 20
(LIE): Picture posted Clean shaven, Good looking chiseled chin handsome neat trimmed hair
Truth: Such a old intended man with a mustache liken a 1920 criminal whisker like barbels around the mouth only got 3 teeth at bottom of his mouth
Looking like some crazy big-eyed Catfish a freshwater or marine fish with,
typically bottom-dwelling.
In reality I am not the picture posted, I'm not that good looking really
The cat fishing getting better and better fishing the Mississippi River,
far below its normal level
(LIE):Let's meet at a private(public) placement go on a date
Signed: Austen Daniels
Truth: My name is Alan Dunes Jr.
…...........“And I ain't got nothing but trouble for you we're gonna hook up on
Jerry Springer”
GIRLFRIEND,Ya just been...........
CATFISHED
05/12/18
Catfish - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
Little fields have big fields
Upon their backs to bite 'em,
And big fields have bigger fields
And so ad infinitum.
(Alan Watts, 1966)
Little systems have open systems
Upon their boundaries to bite 'em,
And open systems have ecological metasystems
And so ad infinitum.
Within systems have withouting systems
Upon our boundaries to right 'em,
And withouting biosystems beget withining neurosystems
And so ad infinitum.
We are raining,
training,
rebraining
withouting leading withining.
We are thereby paining,
withining leading withfatting.
Responsive straining and explaining,
with fatuating dissonating listening ining.
We are training
Left-withouting leading Right-withining.
We are lightning
withining co-gravitating withouting
co-arising yet another inning...
Alright, let's get this crowd moving! (Adjusts microphone, smiles warmly) Yo, what's up, everybody? Let's get down to the nu sounds/
We're talking about a feeling, a vibe, a pulse/ You know, sometimes you hear a track and it's just... Wack, like wow, like spin luscious/
We're here for the deep melody/ the kind that just pops your mind apart/ Think sophisticated, a one martini jazz lounge bar… but chilled ya dig/
We're going on an extended house play, delving deep into the spin/ We're talking the echoes of dub music blending samples from James Brown, Donna Summer, Marvin Gaye, Lyn Collins, and Public Enemy/ seamlessly with the precision of minimal techno, bass loops, and synth loops/
intertwining, creating a tapestry of acid house, tech-house, classic techno, and jungle/ with every spin the DJ is a creative force a real artist, mixing tracks/ keepin’ the dance floor popin’ hot with bodies mixin’ till they drop/
Led lights, Laser, Strobe lights, all the vibrant colors for house club music weaving stories with sound and music/
And when a track hits you just right, you wanna rewind that track/ that wobble, that synth sound that gets you moving/
And the riddim… that beat that just won't quit/ Tonight's about ladies' night out, good vibes, and killer sounds/ picture bass loops and hot pants with synth loops intertwining, creating a tapestry of acid house, tech-house, classic techno, jungle/
We're keeping it tight, 125 to 127 BPM, paying homage to the classic house anthems that jackin' beats bounce off the walls all night/ It's about bumpin', kissin', feelin', fireworks, and having' fun/
that seductive, sexy body heat on the dance floor/ Yeah, we appreciate the roots hip-hop, RnB, soul, or funk/that chunky MPC-60 processed classic house drums drive the soul. We're talking DJ legends/ Think Peggy Gou, Steve Aoki, Alan Walker, Frankie Knuckles, Swedish House Mafia, Daft Punk, DJ SNEAK, and Masters at Work/
These are the spinnin’ DJs Masters at Work, the architects of the groove! let's lose ourselves in the sound, the times, the night into day/ forget the worries, and just move because tonight, we're celebrating the power of music!
Universally glueing
Black holes traversing
In neural networking
Transmitting thoughts
Swirling around galaxies
Inside the mind
Keeping time
Firing neurons
Within space and time
Birth of thoughts
Planets spinning
With moons rising
Seasons of cycling
Gravity spinning
In seeds of cohesion
Birthing galaxies
Fibers suspending
Hijacking reality
Questioning our being
Is space really freeing
Or is our timing
just alluding in recycling
the macrocosm of reflecting
Our mortality rating
Dedicated to my son Brandon. The environmental engineer.
Innovative and creative soul.
ALAN Walker Sing Me to Sleep song
I wrote this poem for my husband Alan who is desperately ill in hospital whilst waiting for a call from the doctors…
Come Home for Christmas
Home is wherever the heart is
There is nothing that could compare
Being with you by the fireside
Snuggled up in a cosy chair.
Believe in these words "I love you"
I have from the moment we met
You have been my rock, my angel
To me you are simply the best.
You're hugely generous of heart
If I could I'd bear all your pain
Walk the storm slowly and boldly
Till we are together again.
There placed beneath the Yuletide tree
Is a poem for you sweetheart
Read the words meant only for you
The inspiration of my art.
Missing you heaps, I tell you true
The days and the nights are so long
It’s tough and lonesome without you
Beside me is where you belong.
Merry Christmas to you darling
The most delightful time of year
If prayers, hopes and dreams come true
We’ll celebrate with Holy cheer.
Come home for Christmas!
+*+*+*+
To my Husband with Love -Christmas 2021
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AI Da, the world’s first ultra realistic robot artist recently painted a 7.5 foot portrait of the English mathematician, Alan Turing, which sold for $ 1,084,800 at Sotheby’s Digital Art. An occasion to celebrate, no doubt, but doubt still lurks as this limerick depicts.
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Wow, AI artwork of Alan Turing
At over a million dollar selling!
Given to no grey mood,
AI art’s good, if crude--
And sure, if sells at price record breaking.
Yet, I shudder the day
AI Da her hands lay
Say, on digital poetry writing.
We poets of the Soup
Shall then be in real soup,
And in a coup, who’d go to bank laughing?
Now some, somewhat amiss,
Say, where’s money in this?
Ask one on way to bank, Google or Bing.
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Happenings |10.11.2024|art, poetry, humour
PS it’s Poetry
“There’s praise in words, and words in praise
“Write ON, Write ON”
• Abraham G. Suah 200
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• Aditi Mishra 24
• Agona Apell 229, 403
• Alan Ireland 371
• Alcibiades Castelo Branco 180
• Alethea Coulston 109
• Alexander Adams Blackie 220, 335, 47
• Alexander Corns 348
• Alison Hodges 343
• Amanullah Khan 290, 436
• Amar Agarwala 380
• Amitabh Divakar 378
• Amy Catherine Sullivan 276
• Amya Richelle Ranck 235
• Ana Espinola Collins 110
• Anais Vionet 395
• Andrea Dietrich 210, 277, 4
• Andrew Crisci 308, 402, 406
Yes its PS it’s Poetry
“There’s praise in words, and words in praise
“Write ON, Write ON”
QUOTE FROM ALAN WATTS~~~ZEN MASTER.
“LIFE IS THE WAY IT IS; AND LIFE IS THE WAY, IT ISN’T.”
Are we not wanting things to be otherwise?
As we dialogue in poetic disguise?
It’s impossible to stop complaining!
To be happy in the rain takes training!
To move on and grow,you must be and let go.
And stop kvetching, your are in the wrong show!
You can create and incredible life.
Even when your days are filled with strife.
Then you can bloom like God’s flower.
And live in total joy, in any hour!
10/2/2022
Tribute to Alan Watts… thank you for affecting my life.
My mother used to fuss at dad, in church he’d lead the singing
He really wasn’t that great a singer and kept my mother fussing
On the way to church one day as mom to dad was speechin
My brother and me sat in the back as we just sat and listened
I guess they didn’t realize we had heard all that was said
As our mom had really set the law down to our dad.
The service was underway when the preacher made a summond
He was in need of a song leader and called for brother Raymond
My mom was really quite upset, that was only plain
As little brother Alan said “well mom, there he goes again.
As laughter rang from wall to wall my mother turned rose red
From that day on when in the car our folks watched what they said.