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A completely new product, not even on the market. You can and should be among the first consumers to buy it.
It's value should appreciate when it hits the store shelves. Why should you be among shoppers fighting among themselves?
This 'must have' merchandize will totally improve your looks. It is life changing to your mind and body, but never found in books.
It's neither addicting, time consuming, nor controlling, but very affordable. Dollar wise, it's valuable, but priced relative to an amount that you are able.
So often, some of the most unique and precious valuables are mistreated and abused. But today, you are being offered a 'Once in a Lifetime Pearl of Great Price' that you cannot refuse.
In fact, I want you to feel free to take it as a gift, if you are not able to pay. Money's not the issue, but your confidence level will change your entire day.
The reason this product is being offered is because like yourself, many have sold themselves cheaply, never realizing that they are loved by God and others very deeply. This is your opportunity to buy yourself back and put yourself back on track, because it's really about the pricelessness of you.
03012018 PS Contest, Advertisement: Sell something, make us want it; Raynes
Lost Indemnity
Death
closes the door
Life
can no longer hold open
Nothing
left to walk through
Ahead
— or behind
***
“United We Stand”
Liberty
holds the promise
As freedom
drives it home
Two words combine
what each defines
But weaker
— said alone
***
A Coming Dawn
The virgin beauty
of anticipation
Unspoiled in the wonder
— of what’s yet to become
***
Stay Away
Never enter an arena
where life is valued cheaply
The cost too extreme
— to win is to lose
***
Building Blocks
The lower you go
on the knowledge scale
— the more important it is
***
Perpetually Apropos
The best time for peace
— its moment is now
***
Straight Emes
Truth rises
through every denial
Reforming the doubt
— rebirthing the child
***
Lip Service
A great man is murdered
and we pass a
congressional resolution
Too little too late
to escape the mire of pandering
— failure and loss
***
First Things First
To do it right
— someone must do it wrong
***
Tag — You’re Out
Playing hide and seek
with my shadow
I stepped into
the light
Playing hide and seek
with myself
I succumbed
— to the dark
(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)
You are a mystery to me
so rigid, confining
yet setting me free-
so sure of yourself
but wholly without arrogance
holding your ground
no matter the circumstance
stubbornly constant
yourself unchanging
I find my life
you're incessantly
rearranging
Yet your radiant beauty
is splendid and fine
you need no dressing up
for you are naturally sublime
and you daily achieve
what I can only aspire
guiding, inspiring
others higher and higher
Your standards are demanding
attention commanding
you're unwavering
worth savoring
and constantly expanding
my hopes, my fears
my understanding
And although, at times
you wound me deeply
and sometimes
I treat you cheaply-
I feel that perhaps
you're the only friend
who will be here 'til the end
my oldest friend
from earliest youth
my rock, my counselor
my teacher-
Truth
The high cost of freedom we are facing today.
Should not be regarded lightly as somethings
We throw away. Let all of God's children
Gather together and pray. For the freedom
Of worship and assembly we enjoy today.
The high cost of freedom of speech did not come cheaply.
And should not be thrown away on blasphemy, curse words
And the loss of human dignity. Honor the name of the Lord your God
And do not take his name lightly or in vain! Hallowed be
The name of the most high and holy God!
The high cost of freedom of the press did not come cheaply.
It was paid for with blood, sweat and tears. It should not
Be wasted on scandalous and yellow journalism!
It should not be wasted upon human loss of dignity.
Those are negative forces facing our nation and our world today.
We are holding the cost of human life as a disposable commodity.
By not valuing the life of unborn or new born infants. Children
Are a gift from God and created in his image after his likeness!
There is an ultimate price to pay for communism's oppression.
As they sacrifice the basic human right and need of freedom of
Expression. They hold their people in captivity. And I personally
Long for the day. "when all God's people shall be free."
These are the same hostile forces in the world today. Depriving their
Own people the basic rights to assemble and to pray. They seek to ignite us And divide us and therefore conquer us.
Seeking only to: deprive. torture, Rob, murder and to enslave us. They strongly desire to have world wide Rule and reign over us! And they will pay any price to completely destroy us! Remember the people of Hong Kong! Remember the Venezuelan people!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
Roxy Lea 1954
After the war
There had been a war that Germany lost
a soldier found a mask made of wood
in a basement and took it home as a souvenir
When demobilized, he sold the mask to
a second-hand shop, as no one knew it's
real value, he was only paid a few shillings
enough for a few pints at the local pub
The store owner put the mask on a shelf
where it lingered until an art collector saw
the mask and quickly bought it cheaply
the store owner was glad to be rid of the
mask as it, despite being face down on
a shelf, made him shudder.
a visiting American entrepreneur bought
the mask that in the night sprung alive
and thanked the American for rescuing him
a life on a shelf and promised to make
He was super rich as he had been a god
of wealth in the Roman epoch.
True to his words, the entrepreneur had
success, whatever scheme he had, came up
triumph, he came to be known as the
the richest man in the world, which we know
is abstract, as only those who can conquer
death is wealthy.
Nevertheless, our cereuses set about
creating an artificial being with super-high
intelligence yet free of soul and emotions
a construct living forever
The rich man's plan, when his time was up
to become an AI and rule the world
a thousand years to come
The mask that hung securely on his office
the wall fell and broke in bits, and out came
slimy maggots as telling our rich man that
only un-life lives forever
A man like a mammal
With tawny-grey fierce look
Rapacious fiery erect-eared
Malicious straight-tailed being
Voracious coarse-furred carnivorous
A gluttonous that eats only flesh
Devouring with cupidity
Depicting an horrendous current
Flowing from the stream to the vein
Of the red-eyed vertebrae
Who prey only on us
Preying cheaply on innocent sheep’s
With a wild goose’s cry
Hooting nothing but hornwoggle
Like the wolf in a sheep’s skin
What are they? The wolves
What are we? The preys
Await we patiently a day
Where the hunted will become the hunter
Then, we the preys will begin the chase
For the wolves en route the wilderness.
Form:
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers picked them up
Sometimes a table or a commode was lost, a risk they
willing to take
I knew this was a dream, he was telling a joke, which was odd since he died, a long time ago
I was walking along a soft forest road when I noticed something was not right, a strange red light emitted among the trees making the forest mysterious
I was trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian
by breaking out I destroyed wonderful art
the painter's name was Fjodor his surname, was too difficult
to remember.
It is dawn, but I'm not so sure, reality can appear confusing so early on a Monday morning, or perhaps
a dream doesn't care about time
Anthropomorphic test device to explore
amply, cheaply tricked out
with super tramping,
albeit unsophisticated trappings
strewn ceiling to floor
available for purchase at Dollar store
(actually merchandise
cost more than 100 pennies)
nonetheless unmanned spacecraft made
perfect landing upon alien nation i.e. red
planet's moon Phobos, meanwhile corps
engineers back at the ranch (nondescript
building) hi-fived each other perfect score
housed astrophysicists who didst monitor
remote control desktop exhaling relief for
misplaced anticipatory
uneasy tense premature
panic/fear transferred
figurative reins more
or less to onboard robots
re: exchanged pleasant bonjour
all around - as mission
impossible (most swore
could not be pulled off
without a hitch) successful procedure
to launch humanoid cargo spurred roar
as international teammates
(former rivals) just recently at war
liberated mutual accolades did reassure
each other, abe linkedin pact enterprise
predicated - regarding good rapport
witnessed courtesy delicate
present endeavor bore
invariably promised cheers galore
since assignment on shoestring budget,
would reap bajillions to sponsor
manned near future
outer space excursion hefty price tag
guaranteed state of the art – fourscore
and seven years ago proclaimed
men/women analogous
to pioneers of yore
solar system the new "wild west"
since Earth hereinbefore
now did offer, testimony tour
ring outer limits twilight zone
no way José extempore
modus operandi ditched
humanity to pollinate cosmos
ghost of Carl Sagan
would applaud as fitting encore.
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers picked them up
Sometimes a table or a commode was lost, a risk they
willing to take
I knew this was a dream, he was telling a joke, which was odd since he died, a long time ago
I was walking along a soft forest road when I noticed something was not right, a strange red light emitted among the trees making the forest mysterious
I was trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian
by breaking out I destroyed wonderful art
the painter's name was Fjodor his surname, was too difficult
to remember.
It is dawn, but I'm not so sure, reality can appear confusing so early on a Monday morning, or perhaps
a dream doesn't care about time
Imperfect Sonnet
by Michael R. Burch
A word before the light is doused: the night
is something wriggling through an unclean mind,
as rats creep through a tenement. And loss
is written cheaply with the moon’s cracked gloss
like lipstick through the infinite, to show
love’s pale yet sordid imprint on us. Go.
We have not learned love yet, except to cleave.
I saw the moon rise once ... but to believe ...
was of another century ... and now ...
I have the urge to love, but not the strength.
Despair, once stretched out to its utmost length,
lies couched in squalor, watching as the screen
reveals "love's" damaged images: its dreams ...
and emulating limply, screams and screams.
Originally published by Sonnet Scroll