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Imagination leaves the syllabus, far too soon,
eclipsed by networking, killing the daydreams at noon.
The child who saw fanciful kingdoms up in clouds in the air
is taught, by well-meant rulers, not to wander way up there.
Calling one a 'dreamer' is common in speech,
It mocks the inner thoughts, which only dreams can reach.
They drag childishness back to where reality is framed.
where people weigh worth in facts, and fantasy is shamed.
The very young begin by seeing things in cloudy skies,
beyond the cumulus, to the nebulous scenes, in their eyes.
Yet by their middle teens, those realms die, grow dim,
as screens and AI networks rewrite, prune, and trim.
Once, people prized creativity as a valuable worthy end.
now added guardrails constrain how much minds may bend.
For now to imitate or emulate is seen as the only goal,
and free open expression is forever denied its role.
We call this dithering "play", as though it were a toy,
and not the source of insight, of hope, and of joy;
as though the mind at large, unruly and unled,
is a mere idle pastime, inept and silly, when not spoon fed.
Now the nanny-mind state, of patterned code,
cannot dream beyond its borrowed AI road.
It cannot hope, because it cannot feign,
the worlds that a free imagination, can sustain.
No. Rome was not built in a day. And houses
that last are not constructed with hay. But
a lot of variant ideas and diversity go
into the making of a great nation.
Mr. Harry Truman's presidential term began in 1945.
Mr. Joe Biden will serve his tern until 2025. From
the start of Truman's term to the end of Biden's term,
there have been 14 presidents, covering a period of
some 80 years.
Seven of those presidents have been Democrats, and
seven presidents have been Republicans. It appears
that each of the major parties have been given equal
time to serve their country.
Whether the parties' contributions were good, bad,
or ugly, our country is largely the product of their
work. What has been, right or wrong, has been;
and history is basically set in stone.
Through thick and thin, ups and downs, TOGETHER,
we have reached this juncture. At this juncture there's
a storm at sea, and to point fingers or blame each other
is childishness. The question now is not 'Who brought
us here?' Perhaps the real questions are: 'WHERE do we
go from here?' 'HOW do we weather this monstrous storm?'
WHO can best lead us there?' And, 'WILL we go there
unified as One Nation Under God?'
There's a Massive STORM AT SEA, and we need
The Lord to rebuke the winds.
091924PS
#DreamscapeFusion
In the midst of my solitude,
as I sat at my table,
with a cup of warmth in my hand,
and the little world out of my window,
My mind being empty, travelled far and wide,
I found myself soon in the dimly lit streets,
I saw a beggar smile after given food to satisfy hunger,
His smile was of more worth than a million dollar.
I saw a little girl, walking with her father
His frowning face turned into the one of relief
When his little daughter insisted on buying her a cotton candy
It seemed as if her childishness took away his entire stress.
I kept on walking further to see some dazzling lights
I heard entertaining songs being sung by some street artists,
Passers-by stopped and cheered them
even when they had to head back home
They forgot their deals of life for a while
and gave way to a radiant smile on their face
They waved their flashlights at the artists
that brought a smile on my face as well...
As I kept walking, I noticed an old woman
sitting on a bench accompanied by immense silence
I sat beside her and she instantly smiled at me
That smile was neither of happiness
nor of content or relief
It was the one of not being left alone
at a time when you need somebody
I suddenly went to my table
The very same place where I began
A cup of warmth in my hand
But a genuine smile on my face,
an unknown hope in my heart
mingled with a restored happiness....
© Black_Beauty
~~ooOO If I Were A Boy OOoo~~
If I were a boy, how cool that would be!
I’d always have a friend ready to play with me
Through boyhood to manhood I know he’d be there
We’d play together always, happy to share.
The cowboys won’t worry if the Indians attack
I’d get out my weapon and fight them all back.
The monsters would disappear from under the bed
With my weapon in my hand, I’d strike them all dead.
Girls they say are faster learning at school
But with my weapon in my hand I’d show them I’m cool.
Writing when I want; my letters nice and slow
I’d even write my name into the white virgin snow.
The life of a boy is all balls it seems,
From baseball to football and cricket.
With my weapon in my hand I’d knock every ball in
Through the hoop, in the net and hit the wicket.
As a man my friend would still be with me
More controlled put away, and not accidentally.
As a member now of the opposite gender,
I’d be gifted with the power of childishness to remember.
Where as girls grow soppy and want a boy to love them
Boy’s grow strong, and want to go out with men.
To swill pints of ale and make themselves sick
But they count every pint as though some great trick.
If I were a boy I’d take my pride in my hand
I’d hit the highest point on the wall when I stand.
I’d have the biggest, most powerful one ever
My throw would be talked about and forgotten never.
If I were a man I’d have huge shoulders, strong I would be.
If I were a man I’d be the man that loves me.
If I were an Olympian I‘d be the pride of the nation
As you know well, every boy is gifted with
A huge imagination.
I had a separate social life where stoners didn’t exist
it was when I came alive so many ladies kissed
happy days fulfilling life that all the stoners missed
people come and go with time but those stoners persist
They never learned to socialise without an angry mist
it went from pulling girls all night to waving around fists
from mature company to childishness you babysit
learning company you keep is the most important bit
I was carefree and confident without a single worry
charming girls with compliments no shortage in no hurry
but with stoners I couldn’t be my natural self and happy
turning me self conscious under pressure and quite lousy
When we went out no one would pull and they stayed in a crowd
which made the night uncomfortable the other groups spread out
giving freedom to meet girls but stoners stand surround
which I thought was immature invading space and sound
This is what those stoners saw an awkward guy who couldn’t pull
while other groups would see me cool attracting many girls and more
and stoners love it when you fail they don’t exactly treat you well
they get one girl who never leaves and you’re the one left lonely
with a stoner memory that wasn’t there and didn’t see
the best nights when I felt free to confidently act as me
that separate life that I once had drifting into history
stoners start to tell people I’m not successful socially
It’s funny really nobody hears me stoners say I lie so weirdly
speaking of the past I had people laugh telling me don’t be daft
lying of a life that they do not believe I ever had
of all the groups of friends I’ve known the worst became the last!
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
Yes, one of my many talents I didn't know I
Possessed. I will not be impolite. It's standing
There in all its fiery splendor talking from the
Other side of the fence illuminating the
Darkness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Would you say your bigger than a mastodon?
I must be under a spell. Where is the sorceress?
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
When you use your imagination John
Anything is possible and it is bottomless.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Do you eat tarragon?
We are making progress.
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
I wave my hand and said Soon all this will be
Gone
Back to lifelessness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
A bonfire gave me the key to once upon.
My grandson is still talking about my
Childishness.
My grandma talked to a fiery dragon.
She was honored to have met, seen, and
Talked to such an incredible phenomenon.
August 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 14-17
Key Verse – Jeremiah 14:20 We acknowledge, O LORD, our wickedness, and the iniquity of our fathers: for we have sinned against thee.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CONVICTING US
OF OUR SINFULNESS
Praise be to God for convicting us of our sinfulness toward our:
Repentance along His redemption blessing
Reformation upon His regeneration bliss
Renewal with His revival blossom
Rejuvenation in His repairing building-brace
Restoration by His replenishment-bountifulness
Jeremiah 15:20 Praise be to the Lord for saving
and delivering us against:
Captivity of confounding challenges
Curses of contaminating carelessness
Carnality of clinging childishness for our cleansing
Charges of condemning conscience toward our consecration
Corruption of craving claims that call for chastisement unto conversion
Jeremiah 16:21 Praise be to the Saviour for being our
strength, fortress, and refuge with His:
Mercy minding our mourning
Miracles moving along His mysteries
Might mentoring us midst His merriment
Magnificence melting momentary miseries
Mastery and magnanimity, marked by His marvels
Jeremiah 17:10 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for searching our hearts against:
Hardness hitting holiness
Haughtiness heralding heaviness
Half-heartedness halting helpfulness
High-mindedness heaping hopelessness
Hastiness heading to haphazardness. Amen!
August 15, 2024
It's not about the age factor
Neither about the your own protector
The decisions might be highly biased
Depends on their upbringing and experience
And yet what we do we've been told
As always, even fools grow old!
Not everyone knows the value of silver
Every metal has a good use
Whether it's iron, zinc or gold
As always, even fools grow old!
Criticism might hurt the ego within
Patience and empathy has always been lacking
The country's ruined, yet the culture's called bold
As always, even fools grow old!
You cannot be the punching bag
You're not one to satisfy someone's ego
Yet you never question, because you're just told
As always, even fools grow old!
A drunk can marry,
A drunk can have children
And just for another sip, they can be sold
As always, even fools grow old!
One can be very unstable
One might not tolerate childishness
And here comes the baby's trauma, as they got scold
As always, even fools grow old!
Democracy or dictatorship
Or even the crooked monarchy
All leads to just one controlling mold
As always, even fools grow old!
Facts comes from books,
Education from institutions,
But wisdom requires, guts too bold,
And as always, even fools grow old!
The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same
Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed
Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful
But who would know that?
The unexplained-ness of the haywire life
one leads teaches the weary soul of the need
Of noise, more than harmony
Its like the unraveling of obscurity
When the whole world doesn't understand you,
You feel victorious
The destructive novelty blended with the
Stupendous childishness of ideas
Alienate...
Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind:
Its like a strangler
Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood
And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic
Puts imagination before facts
Yes, I'm dying
This time
I like it more than ever.
To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.