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She is a wise woman who has the ability to read the stars with affinity
when she gazes into your eyes like a crystal ball she knows your future
There are many men who consider her "the woman of their dreams"
but she will never enter another's life, for she has only one vocation
She is a Princess no doubt not by title but by the way she carries herself
I'm longing to meet someone just like her someday, but I am afraid
that she will look right through me and tell me all my weaknesses.
Then again a woman like that with rare ability is surely serendipity smart
she can easily point out my strength and send me soaring like a true King
this wise woman is beneficial to many a heart, but she suffers no fools.
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Head and tail, front and back, face and b_tt or some other names -- titles for the two faces of a coin.
Two faces of a coin, like the two phases of life in reality.
If there's the rich side, then there's the poor side. The good side and the bad side of life as well.
People keep on reading and writing. People also keep on counting -- counting different things that are in front of us, including the negative elements and bad examples in life. And just like anything else that captures everybody's attention, whatever is in front of us is the most interesting of all... counting what's on our palm... like m & ms.
Money in paper form is as good as a coin of great value to man. So, which side would you choose in a coin?
Others say, we can choose the girdle or the middle. For all we know, the middle face of the coin only lies or stands either flat or upright. If you choose the flat position, it sits while the upright position stands and rolls.
So what's the best thing to do with a coin... save it or use it? Like keeping it or spending it.
The two faces of a coin will always be there forever. How you use each face is up to you! What is more interesting, you try to figure out which side is more benefiting. Then ask yourself again, benefit or comfort?
Not everybody believes that money is the root of all evil. Money, in form of a coin, is helpful and beneficial to human wants; comforting to human needs
Between wants and needs, life can be a mess or success.
The two faces of a coin, like the left and right sides of life. Just pick and do what is right. Drop what is not right!
Out of the bowels of Harrisburg
Comes a new woman on the scene
She's head of environmental pollution
She's known as the Harbor Sludge Queen
She's in charge of polluting our county
And putting the environment in a rut
While her boss, the infamous Mr. Ed
Has his nose buried in athlete's butt
It doesn't do any good to scream and holler
And our right to choose is naught
Please publish her picture in the newspaper
So we can see what corporate America just bought
We were told the sludge is beneficial
But no matter what you call it
The only place it's beneficial
Is to our politician's wallet
When your child asks you
Daddy, why is the grass so green
Tell him it won't be green for long
Thanks to the Harbor Sludge Queen
Their long range plan is simple
Pollute the mountains and all in between
Then buy the properties for nothing
Courtesy of the Harbor Sludge Queen.
Dedicated to the Department of Environmental Protection Who is allowing the
dumping of fly ash mixed with dredging from the New York Harbors to be
dumped in the unlined mine pits in our area. They are already responsible for the
death of Troy Behun, an 11 year old child and Daniel Pennock a 17 year old.
They've already spent the almost unlimited super fund money in Pennsylvania.
As with most government agencies, total incompetence and gross negligence
prevails.
I know this form as *Monotetra*!!
*One-Night Suitor*
How can I ever love again?
How can I ever trust again?
I am good, she's full of regret!
My mind is set, my mind is set
Will past demons haunt my future?
Will I lose my sense of humor
And become that one night suitor?
The heart-breaker, the heart breaker
How can I ever trust again?
How can I ever love again?
Lone wolf with beneficial friends
I will transcend, I will transcend
Can my heart find satisfaction?
I don't like to read in caption,
Dreadful silence causes friction
Interaction, interaction!
How can I ever love again?
How can I ever trust again?
open my heart without restrain,
Or fear of pain. or fear of pain!
Jared Pickett
3/20/2014
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A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age
The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:
It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt.
Though in reality, they are both adults
What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?
To believe this I refuse.
Adults of seniority, arent always mature
Bickering, arguing with each other,
Talking over the other
Neither letting either get one word in edgewise
Their bodies mature, years experienced
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children
The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescence,
Form:
Migrants
The Scandinavian countries are finally waking up
to their goofy humanity, welcoming people from
Most Arab countries think they will be on time
nicely Nordic population, obeying the law
What they got was mayhem and criminality.
What did they think would happen, migrants
mostly young men without proper education
belonging to the violent section of the Muslim
religion, the provocation of public praying
Violence and rape
The lack of women was not considered they
They are vital for any society or culture
The Scandinavians have had enough, finally
They have taken to do something about, alas
wrongly by throwing the baby out with the
with the bath water
Many Muslims are nominally religious, like
We are nominally Christians, and they are
beneficial for any society, and throwing everybody
out is not a solution.
It is a stupid overreaction that serves no one
Of course, those who break the law must be
expelled, and those who work hard must be
allowed to stay
We are not like Tony Robertson, a person who
looks for the negative among migrants unable
to see the difference, seeking violence for
its own sake
Equations also refer to a specific human connection,
they must always be equal and have a balance in concept;
if all women are thought to be lower than us men,
refrain from being superior, solve the right equation...
no, don't sit at your desk for hours doubting it, then dub it.
Monuments are built with various equations of ingenuity,
admire them anywhere and be stunned by their immensity;
chemistry and biology use lots of them, they are imperative,
their discoveries are beneficial, but sometimes destructive.
Wars wouldn't have been won without these theories,
Man wouldn't have gone to the moon and explore it;
disappointment is delusive when all else fails in defeat,
solve your equations, be thoughtful and compare results...
are they perfectly thought out? If not, some disaster awaits.
Written on 3/10/2016
Quote ”Expensive gifts are no substitute for love nonetheless a thoughtful gesture on one’s part leaves a lasting impression especially on a child.” By Poet
In my childlike innocence I was magically transfixed,
by this spherical glass object stunning in its Jack Frost design,
prismatic snowflakes that mystic magic carousel spellbound,
Christmas reindeer coterie that cast a wide charm bijou wink,
nirvana within luminous tantalising universal infant pneuma,
layer upon layer of compacted fallen snow as aftermath divine,
then weighty rucksack on Santa’s back of glitter tie band bundles, in boot slush transit knee-deep in annual mirth,
December pageant peering deep inside my mental cavern of cartoon fun,
reassuring hug from both parents is the essence of goodwill season ethos lofty,
they beamed with festive warmth so noble when watching me,
touch and glide that silken urchin hand of mine so impish,
on this prized hypnotic treasure captivating in its glow world sheen,
with its gilt-edged gallery of down the ages Noel features bountiful,
it had this red cheek sprightly offspring gazer in a trance,
a token souvenir star dazzle as eternal recall dwelling cosset,
including mesmeric Yuletide batch of swoon and sway serenades and tunes,
chorus boom o’er ice chill swathe from dome mould gift,
enough to goad and prompt that beneficial item I yearned for,
from benign folk Elysian who lavish so much radiant attachment without curb,
especially at foot of tree swaddled present to whet the curious,
till Doomsday nipper awestruck by dream fetish awash with flair,
cute whirl and swirl toy gadget a nebula for me the tiny tot,
whose imagination swept to the furthest North Pole sighting and beyond.
lost generation
they live not knowing
when cometh the next meal
they live by the lowest
man ill nutrition
they got voices yet
it is shut down
they got leaders
yet they feeds
their needs by themselves
on their streets the
walls speaks how ugly
poverty can swallow
humans with out mercy
lost generation
they are the forgotten ones
struggling with out benefits
hustling in hard justice
working with the lowest pay
praying with little or no hope
they are rejected yet
exploited
they are like slave yet beneficial
they wallow in pains
and agony is never separated
from there story
they are everywhere
the lost generation
their efforts don't count
even when it makes sense
they are outcast
only useful for labour
their needs are always in control
either is their wish valuable
their offspring grow in shame
genocide of freedom
they grow in hunger and deprivation
of humanity
they struggle same like
there old generation
change is never a chance
for them
they are not educated
yet above all
they believe in God
that why in the eyes of
the opressor they look
strange while
they serve as the
lost generation
If all is One, as the wise of old say,
And the one is All,
It follows that this Oneness must have
A common consciousness which
Is shared by the One and the Many
Fact that
Inevitably leads us to the conclusion:
What takes place within this Cosmic order
Is the result of this unique consciousness,
Common to the totality and its parts,
That
It seems, has as its goal the maintenance
Of this created universe through a harmonious
Collaboration and coexistence
Which
Is beneficial to the One and to the Many
Thus
Whatever happens within this creation is Good
For
If it were not good, the All and the One could
Never be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 July 2017