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Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
Thee United States bedrock foundation
built upon premises sans,
Greco-Roman template,
whence freedoms as liberty,
life, and pursuit of happiness
revered as constituent concepts,
precepts, and tenets,
within which complex edifice
(unique to these United States),
which metaphorical palimpsest blueprint
analogously enshrine
(akin to interlocking mortise and tenon)
quintessential sacred scores
constituting, fortifying,
idealizing Magnum Opus
allowing, enabling and providing
nebulous yet magnetic gestalt
cuddled ,culled, and curried
from the crucible
whereat whirled wide web
witnessed Weltanschauung
woven weft and warp wrought,
awakening whispers down alley oop
see daisy budding attempts
at abstract applications
(while Atlas Shrugged)
eventually ancient begone civilizations
bequeathed domain fundamentals heralding
a brave new world
where enterprising anonymous minds
wrought principles preserved
jarring “invisible hand”
predominantly writing writs
rendering realistic aspirations
roiling with fits and starts
*****Sapiens ambitious modus operandi,
asper systematized (albeit)
unrecognizable crude
bare drafts, barley experimenting flavor
hop ping tum malt ensues
jamming, kickstarting, livingsocial
perfecting quintessential salient rubric
training cognizance with deliberation
fostering general heuristic trial and error
limning knowledge upon primate tree
rooted tracts venerating wide-eyed
yoking zealous basis daring fanciful flights
germinating human insight kraaling management
of fledgling political organization
pollinating fecund minds hankering
toward conceptualizing justice.
Reflecting the ray's in all directions
the rough surface
with it's intent to reflect ray's
intentilly and uniformly
Corumdum A1203
Alumina is a drying compund
Fused white aluminum oxide
with diverse ranges of
applications
Pink or Brown infusments
such as acid and alkiai
dielectric properties
resisting strong chemical attacks
it prepares it's self for acidicty infusions
used in dentistry and hip surgery
Caterham sea van tarot on auto pilot
an intellegent auto pilot
allard motor works!
Kitpzyxmium or kitpzyzm.....
We gone have
Lionfish, Catfish Red Snapper
pork ribs beef brisket and roasted goat
ya'll gonna eat
ya'll gone dance
ya'll gonna sip wine
and enjoy!
Zucchinni sausage and chese some braod noodles
They were just venting
Needed someone to talk to
As time goes by
The pile of lessons built high
Emotional, worries
The time lapsed
The journey seemed long
All sources are gone.
Venting through technology
Social gatherings amongst
Studies of Sociology, and Psychology
Education overwhelmed
Grades were just passing
All other subjects did not matter.
Until one-day classes were dismissed
The time had come
Another day beginning
Now near the ending
The lessons and tests were done.
Final tests, final grades, one hundred
Graduation day amazed.
Studies of hard work
Years of education
Communication, Appreciation
Awesome submitted applications
Extraordinary resumes
Determination, Evaluation
Expectation, representation.
Six figure salary
Businesses established
Opened a blessed Art Gallery.
Multiple businesses were created
They made it.
The passing test.
Note: For the person that seems like education is getting overwhelming and hard. Striving, and doubting? Do your best. Passing tests. Thesis created.
DEFINED IMAGE.
overshadowed
yet
eminent
arresting
but
completely
different
surreal
simplicity
of
perception
a relayed
strange
impression
now
dissolved
existential
conjunctions
prolonged
triptych
applications
revived
in
visionary
applications
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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Queens are all over, and there are festivals, parades, banners and stuff.
I wanted to be Corn Queen once, but they chose a girl from Council Bluff.
Our phenomenal state fairs have a bunch of pageants galore.
We watch these winners parade in with titles, banners, and more.
Miss Atom was fine, looked great in her huge science lab.
Everyone was glad she got it, for she had the gift of gab.
Ms. Plastic Surgery had lips that kept falling off,
So her title was given to Miss Whopping Cough.
The men have their own competitions, of course.
Some bring their own cow, their llama or horse.
Mr. Cowboy for the West part of the state,
Was given a chilly reception, being six minutes late.
Stripped of his title, it pleased his first runner up.
Who had also won Mr. Lassie and Mr. Buttercup.
Mr. Elf on the Shelf was irritated ‘because he thought he had it.
Mr. Emergency laughed, for he was named Mr. Bad It.
Mrs. Hostess Snowball wore snowballs strategically placed,
And Mrs. Not—Ever-Ready wore a corny veil ribboned with lace.
Queens and Kings, running around, winning titles fast and furiously.
To put on their resume’s or job applications? I am guessing curiously.
Not being in a pageant, myself, I truly do not understand.
But there are contests for queens and kings all over our land.
Showing off titles, and banners and stuff.
Here is Mrs. Wart Hog cemetery. Her hide is tough!
As a Canadian,
I watched the American Presidential Race,
After all, we are connected by a border;
For now anyways, perhaps since Trump is President he will build a wall,
(to keep you guys in)
What truly amazes me is that Trump never has to give a speech;
All he has to do is incite a riot and that is the end of that,
He seems to really enjoy the whole riot thing;
Although he claims to be a peaceful man,
(or have someone else speak)
He makes our Prime Minister look like a God with light shining on him;
And the former President, a demi God, smiling, peaceful and calm,
And Hillary is like the Virgin Mary;
Trump is not even afraid to take on the Pope, maybe that is his next job,
The Canadian Immigration are getting thousands and thousands of applications;
Come on, we welcome you, bring your money, our economy is in in dumps,
What I find disturbing are the Trump followers;
(I wish I knew why they believed in him so much)
I don't claim to understand the whole political U.S.A. scene,
But it seems a bit scary and insane from here;
I listened to him today in a speech begging all civilized countries,
To join in the bombing over Syria because they sprayed nerve gas;
It was the first time Trump showed any emotion,
I guess the imagines of innocent dead babies, children, adults got to him;
Maybe, just maybe he will now become a President . . . maybe????
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March 15, 2016
Free Verse Rant/Trump Insanity
Copyright Protected, ID 768372
Political Ordeal
Sponsor, C.T.
Third Place
the ether is alive with oscillations
pulsations and electric frequencies
satellite and shortwave intonations
invisible, yet carried on the breeze
neutrinos and photonic modulations
infrared and x-rays, promptly spun
ultraviolet streams and applications
gamma rays and ions from the sun
ozone filled with radio transmission
microwaves pass thru us constantly
the residues of past nuclear fission
all that we have yet perceived to "be"
I've always had an issue with believing
the paranormal "ghosts" phenomenon
yet, with all the atmosphere's receiving
who am I to say what's here ... or gone?
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Ghosthunters And Spiritualists" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Judge & Sponsor.
6.
i am to be blown off on the first bombardment
then it is to be flown
in the crowd of fire-flies
on the bushes of the scented-lemons
and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up girls
it is to see more
that after the opening of the sluice gates
one by one
how the gathering in the hindu hotels
increases
by leaps and bounds
the pores of the skin of the body
whose hoods are open
and who are running up
along the spiral route
that leads to the top of the mountain
their child
due to late-marriage
now only knows
how to move on all fours
7.
under the table-glass
i unfold the life-chronicle of one lakh year
and in the olive-cabinet
all the applications for living
from the monsoon-noon to the winter-afternoon
the lines you draw on the parchment
none of them is so condensed
as to touch the palms of a sailor
from the numerable timber-joists
come down the swarms of personal white ants
no spring seems to become corporeal
without the spell of misunderstandings
so of late
besides the dry statistics
with the cough
comes out grey thermometer
prickly-heats spread over the whole body
the sticks of young antenna
shake off their wings
behind the bath-scene
lies the succulent hailstorm
8.
there is no lovely add
yet the market-value of your headache
is going up day by day
all the noon send her mad
the intellectual kisses
the coos
or is it the running about of the tennis-ball
so much pop-corns are flying out
from the draw-well
or that sound of foot-steps
in the north-east
may be
that is of some brown horses
or some horse-drawn perambulators
when the moon spreads out the platinum
does it judge the recipients
thus the bin-leaves can ring
from head to foot
it unfurls an incorrigible right-angle
in the early-evening
the troop with armours
open a shop of condom
beside the vainglory of the lake
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright