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Digital High Definition
Electronic chips
Evolution that revolves
Cyber elevation
Apple revolution
Sophisticated and Simplified
Technological breakthroughs
IMAC unit
Impact sensation
Through the wide screen providing loads of information
Wireless detail into the generation of tomorrow that is here today
Navigation Frontier
What the IMAC can create from the mind behind the imagination Theory
Testing computing
Old phase no more
Those days of Dinosaur computer ventures became historical to new
Advances
Thirst for technological approaches into ridges of tomorrow
Days of Star Trek
Going beyond where man has never gone before
Determination put into action
Essence golden
Beyond the Limitations
Liftoff into new journeys not seen
IMAC on track
No explanation needed
Pure fact.
Laughter is from God
Breakthroughs are from God
The Kingdom of God will find a WAY
The Government of Heaven brings a breakthrough.
Kingdom Laughter is an essential part of life
The Kingdom of God opens NEW DOORS
The Government of Heaven allows its policies to be displayed on earth!
The Citizens of Heaven will laugh in 2026
The Kingdom of God brings Breakthroughs
“They will celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness.” Psalm 145:7
Kingdom Laughter will see the slaughter of a closed door
The Government of Heaven will make darkness light and
crooked things straight—Isaiah 42:12, 16
Laughter is from God
Breakthroughs are from God
The Kingdom of God will find a WAY
The Government of Heaven brings a breakthrough.
Believe in Jesus Christ.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
On morning walks, I pass by
Certain people every day,
But rarely do we say hello;
It’s not the New York way.
Occasionally, breakthroughs
May result in first a nod,
Then perhaps a wave or “Morning!” shout
Or not, which isn’t odd.
One woman greets me warmly now,
Yet there were many years
When she wouldn’t even catch my eye;
Who knows why she switched gears?
A runner I see frequently
Will give a sideways glance
But won’t take it to the nodding stage
In this strange New York dance.
This afternoon, though, as I strolled
In Sotheby’s,* viewing art,
I spotted a familiar face
And blurted, with a start –
“Hey – you’re the runner!” He turned ‘round
And broke into a smile.
“And you’re the walker!” he replied;
We knew each other’s style.
“We could discuss this further
In the morning, but we move
In the opposite direction;”
(Since we’re in our a.m. groove).
The whole encounter felt like
Just how New York stories go
And the next time when our paths cross
Guaranteed, we’ll say hello.
*the famous auction house
He used to be a hoarder of clues
would keep them in a mind-binder.
Imagine the surprise
when all the clues turned into blank pages
It happens,
a person has a thousand ways
to figure out this world.
He thought he saw some patterns
in this messy conundrum of reality
He had conjectured – had formed workable theories
had constructed reasonable solutions for all the big puzzles
that bewildered and bedeviled other folks.
Then poof….all his clues became unglued.
Now he knows nothing for sure
He tries to write
about all the clues he once had
but he has lost faith in clues
especially missing clues,
even when they seem to hint at answers
point to explanations or breakthroughs
or allude to a better understanding,
one as clear as daylight perhaps -
not even.
He doesn’t trust the clear light of day either
but wonders now
what that light is hiding?
Time and Moment
Bayou look
Sun glistens like a mirror
Bayou shining like a diamond
Reflection of one
Life journey
Dew that rises through the fog
The highest in expectations
From inspiration to wisdom
Stretching horizon
Bayou illustration the you
Through the Bayou Mirror of the face, eyes and mouth
Showing the possibilities of capabilities within
Ancestors that were here before me
Echoes of their voices
Years gone by
Breakthroughs yonder
Darkness that came to be and now light broadens
Time and minute have come
Shine and be counted in the Legacy
Theory with its own story
Bayou again
Understanding gained
Promise for tomorrow
Value in the Bayou eyes
The skies and wonder in wise
Here one is
Shall be
Inspiration Driven
Balanced life established
Factor and Center core.
Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called duration, or a blink. insight, acumen, Eureka!
But, my friend, how, why, when, where, do these Aha moments arise?
Can we conger up more for ourselves, fill a treasure cheat with insights?
Or is this quest a waste of time, as no treasure map exits. But does it?
Can we ever know with what, and how, and when to cast the magic wand?
Does our search for meaning, inquiries lay the foundation?
Can we prepare the way ahead in some way or other?
Think back, my friend, did these gems
always spring up unexpectedly, and what occurred beforehand?
These aha Euekas cannot be scheduled or delayed,
cannot be snuck-up on, snared nor detected,
cannot be forced out nor guaranteed to appear.
Euekas are not rewards for hard work, perhaps the opposite is true.
How often does lazy and shallow wader get the creative rewards.
Chance is never fair in its rewards for hard work.
Often, an Aha taps us on the shoulder, we are least expecting it,
out of the blue, saying: "Look at Me. Look at Me".
When gobbled up with glee, it washes over and transforms us.
We are never be the same. It makes our day.
Does begging the question, ignoring the answers laid out
make it pop up from the soup into an inquiring mind?
Or does it appear when we raise questions to that have already been answered well?
Does it appear when we thin-slice the book to separate the leaves?
Often mistakes and errors have led to great breakthroughs
like penicillin, radioactivity, the color mauve and plastics.
What does this mean to you and your Aha Eureka pot of gold?
Should we be less careful, more observant for the unusual?
The Aha Eureka is a fleeting feeling, easily lost in the blink of an eye,
rampant, capricious, imperceptible, unbounded, elusive
like seeing something in the corner of the eye at dusk,
if you look straight at it, it's gone, look back again, it's there again.
For me it can be a matter of serendipity.
The more I see, the more I do, the more I explore, the more hits are triggered.
Many total restarts from scratch, often helps.
But, for me the one simple things
that works is lay me down to rest,
and to sleep on it!
In poverty's grip, we struggle to stand
Delays in church programmes, with empty hand
No money, no food, yet we accuse the night
Ignorance abounds, in futile fight
"Kill it! Die by fire!" we cry in vain
While future's labour, we refrain
Little wonder poverty's dark veil remains
As Africans pray, while Chinese innovate and sustain
China rises, in tech's mighty stride
Creating jobs, and a future to abide
But we, in ignorance, our potential waste
Forgetting scripture's wise and timeless taste
"Faith without work is dead," it's written true
Yet churchgoing sleep, won't see us through
Breakthroughs need hard work, consistent and real
Not just fervent cries, or emotional zeal
Balance we seek, between work and prayer
Engaging hands, not just fervent air
For faith alone, without labour's might
Leaves dreams to wither, in endless night
Let's strike the balance, and take the lead
Work and faith, in harmony we'll proceed
No more delays, no more empty cries
A brighter future, with hard work's wise eyes.
Hungry cricketers score more runs and take more wickets,
Hungry Doctors tend to make new medical breakthroughs'
Hungry children produce less waste,
Hungry people are more likely to come in out of the cold and join the fold,
Hungry worms make for better soil.
A hunger for friends as children mostly produces smart adults,
A hunger for bread forces more to bake,
A hunger for the truth produces more who are literate,
A hunger for perfection produces great tradespeople,
A hunger for success reduces the number on the benefit,
A hunger for acknowledgement gets more people out of the house,
A hunger for peace means less chance of war,
A hunger for good poems makes poetry soup taste better.
A thirst for knowledge is what sets Humans apart.
As November draws near,
And winter is there.
The spirit rejuvenates every year,
For helping diabetes cause, that is so dear !
The cool breeze and the flowers' scent,
Renew the energy within, that should be spent,
In educating the masses about this pandemic,
That's non communicable, but often plays havoc.
Taking so many lives, and many get sick.
'Diabetes wellbeing and at work'.
Are important areas, where we need to work.
'Dementia, Depression and Diabetes distress'
Are mental issues that we need to address.
Morbidity and mortality, thru them get high.
Urgent steps are required, rather than just sigh.
Many a novelties and breakthroughs in diabetes we have seen.
So productive and useful, it's history has been !
When we relish the sucesses in this field,
And expect many more to come in this field.
We truly feel submerged in the ocean of blessings.
Being grateful to the Creator, for solving mysteries, so baffling !
Despite all breakthroughs and innovations,
Is man pleasing The Creator and His Creation ?
It's failure of humanity, if that is not happening.
Success is very far, if moral values are waning.
A person with diabetes should be ready for changing.
With passing time, he should continue learning.
The well being and peace from within shall surely foster,
As diabetes knowledge and tackling skill, the person shall master.
Once self sufficiency and hope get kindled within,
The clouds of dependence and despair will vanish within.
Then each person with diabetes, shall be a torch light,
A beacon of hope and guidance, amidst dwindling light.
Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.