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Seems that with nearly every purchase nowadays for a fee,
Sales representatives want to sell you an extended warranty!
I reckon that's fine should you purchase a washing machine or car,
But the warranty that I was offered today I thought quite bizarre!
A warranty for a disposable camera didn't make a whole lot of sense!
I bought it at the Post Exchange for four dollars and ninety-five cents!
The cashier rang it up and I was dazzled at what the computer displayed!
"For ten bucks you can buy a warranty for the purchase you just made!"
I ain't the keenest guy around, but I considered such a deal a peculiarity!
I astutely deduced, "Gee, I can buy two cameras for the cost of said warranty!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Our values should be written
on posters with a believer's conviction
to incite a protest and end it
with peaceful intentions;
if others don't agree, ignore them.
Our values are the image
of ourselves, of what we proclaim to be
without compromising our introspective
towards the opponents humiliating us;
isn't victory obtained with a constant effort,
not worrying about losses?
One wins a battle astutely,
not with vicious attacks on the enemy;
look forward to your imminent victory!
Our values reflect the concept of faith,
nobody is a lesser human being;
luck doesn't shine on all;
but if it chooses a humble person,
that fortune will not change him.
Wealth is a prized possession based on greed;
it's a glamorous thought to gain
the status of a respectable person admired
only for his riches, not for his perspective
or his apparent deception.
Our values should be
kept according to our belief,
discarding what others think;
it's a fountain splashing and refreshing,
don't stop its flow: it's life-giving water.
What
to my LeftBrain appears
but Santa CapitalistClaus
and his eight domesticated
and monetized octaves
of neuro-sensory reindeer
To my LeftBrain
appears to not be
much of a healthcare giving
Creation ReCreation Story,
neither astutely ecological
nor gracefully polyculturing
Feels to my sacred Earth Right MindBody
like not becoming a wealthy grace receiving
PolyPathic ComPassion Narrative,
panentheistically theological
and nonviolently multiculturing
These two, together
recreating co-investing Stories
of and for
compassionate health systemic
redevelopment and restoration narratives,
natural and spiritual,
secularly sacred,
Scientifically polypathic,
integral, holistic, sacredly erotic
exotic
sensual climaxing WinWin systemic climates
Restoring healthcare
rooted in negatively redefining research
isolating violent neural ego/eco-crashing sensory
crushing Lose/Lose inside/outside withdrawal
and concomitant LeftBrain anthrosupremacist denial
of Earth climate
public outdoor wealth
and inside health degeneration
of communication
Where once lived regenerating co-empowerment,
ecological theory
of polytheistic divine nurturing
sensory pleasing energy light
On integrity's potential
climaxing unitarian health
experience of polypathically theoretical
universal polymathic set systems
of dynamic wealth.
You caught my eye as I passed by
Astutely dressed dark suit and tie
Hair well kept eyes of green
Tall and svelte broad and lean
You filled my dreams with love and lust
A visionary quest I behold to trust
Sweatsoaked sheets pillow held tight
You captured my soul from first sight
I visited baristas and local shops too
Hoping to see if you were true
Empty and vacant I looked down the street
Who Are You? Who put this spell upon me
Did my eyes betray my heart and my soul
Never like this a part of my whole
Sleepless I search day and night
For you I think are my Mr. Right
A perilous journey a heart wrenching tale
Love at first sight could set me a sail
But if I can but find him and bind him with rope
Heartstrings of madness love and of hope.
Excuse me!
my son's bus driver exclaimed
as I walked away from his wheelchair ramp this morning.
I had not finished putting his safety harness on.
Excuse me,
without exclaiming,
means please cut me some slack,
I need to break into your flow of unconsciousness.
My curiosity about apparent invisibility
may exceed your courage for immediately present transparency,
intimacy,
focus,
accessibility,
grace
and less denial of dark powers absorbing self and other losses.
Excuse me,
unexclaimed,
unplugged may invite my love
and acceptance of what we cannot independently improve.
But, don't dismiss me
also lies exclaiming dormant,
waiting in revolutionary disordering wings,
sometimes because lack of curiosity
about needs and wants of others
threatens to get in my own ego's way,
harming, neglecting those within speaking distance here and now,
and many more not yet loud enough
for me to hear full-voiced disenchantment.
Excuse me!
exclaimed
leans more to RightWing
"Don't dismiss my Business As Usual
Yang competition powers!"
than
"Would you do me a LeftWing yin paid-forward favor?"
To stop ego self-promoting
your internal short-term needs and rantish feelings
long enough to make love with some WinWin cooperation
MotherEarth
and all Her sacred tribes of history
are waiting for us to hear,
waiting for my excuse
for not exploring future health dreams together
deeply and widely
yet astutely focused.
Here with you
and Now as me exclaiming
longing for Earth climate ecstasy,
personal and public,
sacred and secular,
spiritual and natural
Excuse me, please
and thank you in advance
for noticing further climate risk pathology
and yet also future health caring opportunities.
Students enjoy a question
often wisely asked
especially of teachers
parents
and preachers
who seem not too often recall
curious younger learners,
deep listeners
If I must choose
which to trust,
your words without compliant
healthy resilient action,
OR your less mindful actions
not supported by your invocations
for divinely healing reactions,
Like telling your kids not to smoke
in-between stinky toxic puffs,
Which will have primary influence,
and which a wider and less deep
secondary smoke screen
of ambivalence
where we had hoped for integrity?
I question how to safely and astutely trust
a source of incompatible verbose
and poignant inaudible messages
brought by legs with feet,
arms with hands,
minds with hearts,
rooted nutritional systems
with sensory complex faces.
What primal communications
are most likely
to miss communion's full
of grace potential?
Our more obvious EarthTribal point,
we deeply trust only Earth's naturally
spirited resources,
healing advocates,
ecological green nurturing leaders,
indigenous species of integrity
Like trees
bushes
plants,
blessing soil
water
breezes in integral, sacred forests,
beautiful and true
trusted green
not mean in
and not relentlessly blue
breath out
Where healthy deeds
and safely consilient
brilliant
refulgent
resilient communications
are integral,
confluent,
in sync with humane
and divine local
through global
green EarthWealth care
For upright inaudible meaning
with downleft poetic purpose.
The ancient philosopher Heraclitus astutely said…on the banks of a river in Babylon…”You cannot step into the same river twice…for the waters are continually flowing on.”
I think that also works for any step we take in life…with each step perhaps we get a little bolder…at the very least with every step…we’ve grown another step older.
Perhaps that’s why we love our morning walks…to see nature’s changing beauty on display…to try and find the subtle changes today…from yesterday.
Changes in the sky, in the trees, in us as we walk along the street
in the clouds, in the ocean, in the animals, in the people whom we meet.
Every day we start out feeling like children on Christmas…anticipating a surprise…and every day we find them…with our one-day older eyes.
We don’t have a choice the way life moves…the way things change subtly from day to day…and as we take our walk each morning…we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dossier (doze heir) About This Sleepy Head
Unable to shake off drowsiness
iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
(not that you
give a hoot) ye
may be share compatible
(i.e. nocturnal) circadian
rhythm with this wee
Willy Weber,
but more particularly
one po' somnambulant,
whose square noggin resembles
a flat screen tee vee
actually receiving signals
from the outer limits
of the twilight zone
quite clear reception,
especially after three
o'clock in the morning
slightly before scree
ching roosters announce,
the break of dawn re
lush hing, the
poignant hush pre
seeding the sudden
onset of que
kin ning hullaballoo
amidst hectic pre
dominant hustle,
and bustle to and fro,
hither and yon nee
sis aery frantic
pace to maintain
21st century
technological light
(reo speed wagon) rush,
this lifestyle not for me,
hence I favor
knuckle scraping,
bloodied hand to mouth,
bare subsistence
existence my lee
ving no wiggle room
for adverse sit tee,
thus very mindful to maintain
laser focus key
ping astutely attentive visa
vis discover ring je
nais sais quois,
(the only French I know)
hee...hee...hee
well nigh conk
clue ding goofy
dwarfed poem (compared
to the Iliad,
or Odyssey), now
time to put this old
Scottish matted
(swiftly tailored,
haired styled)
puppy (i.e. me)
to the land without
my wordy wizard - Doctor dre,
but alive with
a Rob'n Zombie!
This Citizen Banker
safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical
gabbling and trumpeting ways,
while legally tendered,
currently being cents
less lee swept away
soul fully - bellow
wing from my chest
(with fortissimo, the
whirling wide webbed
watery tidal swells
rivaling the peak
of Mount Everest)
reef furring to being
nearly reduced to poverty
hence, essentially buck
king the tide while washed out -
since day short and dollar late
circumstances force me
to cash worthless buffalo chips
astutely as you correctly guessed
from deep pull horrible
United States economic situation,
where option non
existent against invest
ting, nesting, and squirreling
financial resources jest
accessible for wealthy people
to sync investment portfolios
region of popular tax haven,
viz Cayman Islands lest
hefty costs accrue
keeping scrupulously stashed re:
sources untouchable,
where Uncle Sam canst
access ex cell lent
healthy maturing outlook
king monies, and understandable
at rage against the machine
if rainy day funds messed
up, but solvent versus
debts drowning oneself
unable to stay afloat,
where declaring Chapter 7 bankruptcy
doomed to bobbing
within a sinking boat,
and where pointless
to pull out all the whistle stops
including abandoning resorting
to heroic measures
while additionally futile
to shed tears and emote
only kidding self to seek out goat
tam ma Buddha, nor will
I resort to gofundme
(cuz ma last name NOT Kardashian),
but matter of fact lee
roll with the figurative punches
feigning tubby Jew Dee
or an incarnation
of Muhammad Ali
during his ready for prime time Box
sing rebellious jabbering
left fist out fox
sing prize fighter un
defeated champ with mox
see, his champion modesty
oozed muscles like rocks,
a bankable one man
Gibraltar with precious
mettle to the core,
not wanting with his pugilistic,
yet homegrown genteel
ringing true mark
solid core state athletically valued
bankable bonded stocks.
Joan of Arc was the holiest one living in an era of kill-and-take,
she led the French army against the British who were slowly advancing;
was she forced to disguise herself as astutely as she could by wearing
soldier's clothes to prevent brutal attacks and possible rape?
Tied to a pillar like the Witches of Salem,
she screamed in fiery blazes invoking angels for comfort while she was dying;
they accused her of heresy, but her humble words were true and convincing...
" I proclaim truth as Jesus of Bethlehem! "
" Burn, warrior, burn for your lies until your bones turn into ashes! "
Were the cruel insults of the raging British soldiers blocking out mercy;
" I have seen saints, not demons: I ask for compassion, not sympathy! "
Joan of Arc shouted Christ's name overwhelmed by smoke and flames.
Who was to blame for her atrocious death? The British? The French? The Clergy?
Who didn't have a tarnished conscience, not believing she was a true saint?
" I forgive you for your madness; free me now, spare me the pain of agony! "
She begged the mocking soldiers who didn't feel a bit of pity but continued to chant.