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they wanted to express their happiness with
words, even though it
never seemed the moment would come.
The territory of greenland
has been voted yes to statehood
and the new city of
Thule will be build and will become
the capital city.
adapting the motto
Native: Nativeness
"Ton Ischyron aftochthonon Anthropon"
which means strong native people.
this means alot for people of America, expecally people
who live in the north said the reporter
greenlanders have discovered new ways to build
homes.
they are cheap and affordable
prefabricated homes.
they are built in factories, and flown to were they will be lived in.
they walls are uniform, and resist winds.
they are instilated to keep you warm.
the air is cirulated thru a vents that are single unit peices that
circulates from the bottom ( heat source)
to the top were it is forced back thru the free flowing vents. it keeps pipes from freezing, and if the pipes do freeze
the pressure gauges shut off the water
and alloows the homeowner
toto replace the sectioned pipes by removing the panels from the wall
making the repair withn minutes not days.
the housing unit is made to have quick and cheap repair, by having specail sections didived into a part specailized for it's belonging.
the piping area has it's own section and the septic area has it's own section.
Warm wind circulates
night's conspiracy of primal option:
Stand up with me!
or Give way!,
let us have this day,
it cannot be your's alone.
We bare too many sickly souls
for soulful mediocrity.
Stand up with me.
Help.
Or, please get out of our healthy way
for this day is ours
to plant and harvest
produce and consume
dance and sing EarTherapy
Consumer mind with productive body
empowering healthy integrity
and authentic in/out-facing normativity
as from polycultural wealthy old
Tao's neuro/geo-systemic
wu-wei re/de-generative
Me/We pole/hole
dominant/recessive
mind/body win/wintegrity
Crown/root yang/yinergy
Peak resilience/valley-resonant co-relational
passion/pleasure
EarthMuseCalling CoOperative.
The bead of sweat
that rolls down her supple breast
may have once been mine.
My arms can no longer
hold the weight of my body –
I collapse; our legs still entwined.
The ceiling fan slowly
dries our dampened skin;
I can’t tell where her breath ends
and where mine begins.
The trail of discarded clothing
leads out the bedroom door;
I hope to nap a bit
before she yearns for more;
Shadows of the setting sun
slowly parade across the floor.
I stare at the reflection
of our bodies in the mirror
on the opposite wall.
A more beautiful painting
of a loving couple
I can’t recall.
Her hand begins to move,
caressing once again,
my masculine form;
Blood circulates
and once again,
I am growing warm.
Although exhausted
I have enough energy
to once again perform;
Our bodies fit together
like a suit
that’s well worn.
Our rendezvous
on this work day
afternoon;
Could not have
occurred one moment
too soon.
The sun sets
replaced by the moon;
a third time
will cause her to swoon.
All alone I am..
I am in a zone of comfort..
Me, myself, and I..
No noise..
No distractions..
The stresses of life in society..
No longer apply..
Others have placed judgments on me..
I often used my defense mechanisms..
Rescued myself from the vulgar vultures..
Upon my every rituals..
The vultures had torn at my flesh
As frequently as I take a breath each day..
Those who place judgments lacks acceptance..
Often they refuse to accept themselves..
In turn they point their offensive fingers at me.
Along with their pessimism..
Negatively fill the air..
It circulates in my atmosphere..
In my space it surrounds..
In my defense..
I allow evaporation..
Presently..
In my zone of perfect harmony..
In balance as well
A calming and peaceful zone I am..
Silent and still
Serenity is in my kingdom..
A kingdom that I chose for myself..
My kingdom lies here..
In my grandest solitude..
Nestled and tucked away..
From a society that no longer serves me..
For I am not lonely..
It is aloneness that I chose.
Aloneness in my kingdom I am..
Just when I thought you knew me well
You're bothered by what circulates and surely I can tell
I know you heard about Georgia peach, i.e. Ashley
I know you feel like my past girls are still mad me for...
I see you couldn't finish your statement
I'm hard to satisfy and I'm never complacent
And by the time I find myself comfortable enough
There's a break up that follows, the recovery is tough but...
You think I'm ringing their phones
You think I'm owning a throne
You think since all these people love me that I'm never alone
You think that I'm not over her
We're cool, but I don't talk to her
You think that I love starting over and my past is a blur
You think... Ugh... You think that we could be something
You judge me when I say my feelings are nothing
I hate what this is becoming
Blinded by your thoughts, I can't figure your perception
How you love me so? You dismiss important questions.
While rummaging, mining,
and distilling me gray matter,
stoking mentality activates
oft time surprising me,
where unexpected novel
cognizance never abates,
I experienced becoming
linkedin with cosmic fates,
sans collective unconscious
soul of the universe,
and chanced to espy,
(albeit only a trimmed speck),
the spirit of William Butler Yeats
considered one of the foremost figures
of 20th-century literature,
where elan suddenly accelerates
though immediately abruptly stops
dead still in figurative tracks
utter disbelief accompanied
by shell shocked shyness accentuates
to remain stock still
suddenly feeling inadequate, inferior
immovable, insignificant...self doubt actuates
internal tussle, while
wise counsel within adjudicates
unable to convincingly
brush off devil's advocates,
which in no way, shape or form
successfully bolsters cockamamie idea,
floats and navigates fan to see, alternates
with bold prospect an emotional
paralysis immediately aggravates
anxiety as cowardice accumulates,
nonetheless pesky needling aggregates
maximizing far fetched optical illusion,
despite what must be hallucination,
this laughable wordsmith appreciates,
though many wildest dreams of mine defy
explanation, a feeble attempt articulates,
how dreamlike hypnotic stance captivates,
thru cosmic haze quantum matter assimilates
aura, charisma, enigma
rippling ethereal tore'n shroud
sensing, nursing, imbibing...
indecisiveness capitulates
wavering seduced mooring
temptation assertively celebrates
nonpareil genius among pantheon,
whose Eire rush grandeur circulates
thru time and space infiltrates
stimulating within mine off kilter crown,
where reverence circulates,
for long deceased Irish poet laureate,
his unseen presence amalgamates
vibrant tendrils of late
August author's grandeur effectively percolates
within and illuminates me with inspiration.
Resting deep into dreams,
my future is at stake,
lost is my present !
Eluding realism,
eyes fastened,
alive to memories !
Lovely moonlit night,
a walk along the road,
hand in hand !
Making haste to reach,
and celebrate a meet,
sitting close !
Moments of togetherness,
enlightened hearts,
resting in peace !
Sweet past,
circulates and recirculates,
feeds on soul !
Aurora of twilight,
days and nights,
unaware resting !
Slipping out of his mind,
memories yet echo,
hopes evaporate !
No desire to wake up,
I am no more than,
a dead corpse!
Worms crawl within,
Till I am eaten up whole,
Zeroed in rest !
Till my blondes turn grey,
and colors of life fade,
twilights turn dark,
and beauty wrinkles,
His one hearty call,
I await getting up,
look alive,
alive and kicking !
written on 17/5/14
contest- The Dream
sponsor- Isaiah Zerbast
from the sympathetic heart
departed they are or sold for felicity,
ephemeral felicity
and become enthralled greedy
It’s majesty of presentation, pen soldier
they are in society,
rich or mighty not are they
they had lofty conscience
movement in supreme thought- pen comrade they are
but now they are under offerings in black mercy boundary
nourished they are with flattery blessings
now in odd supremacy for the chamber of earthly mercy
their life through unknown hints- in gigantic gift
inhumanity is composing here
slowly all in down
oh! ethics or probity in failure damnation
poisonous blood circulates in birth
by the pen ink it’s sucking time of leech!
-14/11/19 Ctg, BD
Marty's Diner is a cozy rendezvous for folks of this wee country town.
People come from miles about to enjoy the fixin's fer which it's renown!
It ain't a fancy place - I s'pose there's maybe a dozen tables or so.
It's just Marty, the waitress Nadine and Joe the cook who run the show!
There's a 'liar's table' where guys meet ever' mornin' fer a cup o' joe,
To discuss the attributes of local women, the price of hogs and the world's woe.
Nadine scurries about joinin' in the banter makin' sure their cups is full.
Marty circulates about the place greetin' guests - things is never dull!
On rainy days, farmers park their pickups and settle in fer grub and beer.
They brag about their hound dawgs and gittin' ready for huntin' deer,
The high cost of farmin' and the neighbor's auction comin' up nex' week,
And when the price for corn, oats and soy beans is apt to peak
There's music playin' on KRCC, the local country and western radio.
People rave about the sandwiches and red hot chili concocted by Joe!
A favorite is 'butcher's revenge' (meatloaf) with gravy and smashed pertaters,
Garden fresh peas, a pair of biscuits and a salad with fresh picked termaters!
The Red Hat Society holds their meetin's there the first Thursday at eleven.
The Green Thumb Garden Club meets the third Tuesday at half past seven.
Marty, Nadine and Joe meet their patrons with a 'howdy' and open arms.
They welcome you like family - the fellership is one of its many charms!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Retrospective Inclinations
Inclinations toward the philosophical nature of mankind
Imitations of awe and wonder and the subtly refined
Insinuations of an action that is considered ill-defined
Illuminations of the atmosphere that circulates in her mind
Catastrophic consequences for those who refuse to consider cost
Misanthropic measures as they contemplate what they have lost
Philharmonic overtures that adorn the cultured and the loft
Telescopic telomeres that combine technology as she seems soft
Incorporations of conversations that imply a sense of dread
Consolidations of invitations that leave the bride unwed
Palpitations of consecrations that conjure inside her head
Affirmations of visitations that come and go from her bed
Luminous possibility among the distorted convolution
Furious credibility that promotes a transfigured delusion
Spurious eligibility as she writhed about in confusion
Injurious sensibilities that draw unnecessary conclusions
Awakening contemplations that preside in elevated thought
Mistaking conversations for something that can be bought
Berating intonations for a concept that needs to be fought
Negating imitations of a notion that is over wrought
Visionary eloquence forming from the twighlight sky
I am weary of the inference as the tears well in my eyes
Timothy Leary fades into irrelevance as the earth begins to die
Commissary for the petulance I feel from the nature of mankind
Radiance and insight fight for grace and kindness to emerge undefeated
The gradients of light that fractal outwards when repeated
Innocence and delight combine to have the malevolent deleted
Convalesce inside the retrospective thought that you have completed
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025