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Created this for a blog, but I am unncertain as there's an absence of accountabilty that would assure me of the values that I've delineated, has been ascertained.
I've effected a furtherance exposing other pertinent facts that solidfy this word: Equivocal, having a basic compound valued word, thusly, have more than one meaning.
That became the manna from Heaven, taught to us by those missionaries being one of those subclasses, became a breather/a cutting edge, for the Hawaiian language to accommodate the variable classes besides those missionaries.
Their were whalers who were infamous users of their catch-phrases, Chinese broken-English, a nine-year-old-English, and it goes on.
"How do you say , Hello"--Aloha, "Goodbye"--Aloha, "I love you"--Aloha, "To that guy"--Aloha, "And that girl"--Aloha, "So their sex don't matter"--Oh sex, much Aloha.
Levity, but it does point a true beneficial factor. Chaos needed a directive, simplify matters by conquering their language and dividing it. This was part of my theoretical thesis for my psychology class exam at the Uni.
I followed milky and mouldy scents,
down cobbled and narrow paths,
only to see it riddled with rats,
feasting on Feta and Camembert,
whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to
clash against the cider swigging downers!
The Fromage Frenzy and Curd Craze deli.
across from the Dizzy Duck and the Boastful Bard taverns
had been ransacked with only cracker crumbs on the floor.
All the cheesemongers were hiding in their basements.
All the landlords locked away in their cellars!
Bar stools dripping with Chardonnay and Merlot,
carpets soaked in 'Scrumpy Jack' and 'Strongbow.'
It was utter chaos as the 'cheese shed' raged on...
The goats and the cows watched,
as the town folk gathered on either side.
Anger in their eyes, yelling insults like;
'Cheap cheddar gobblers' and 'stinky Stilton munchers.'
This was not cultural tensions,
nor issues with tariffs, quotas or labelling practises-
this was a war of the social classes!
They were not fighting with fists or weapons,
oh no, no no..
The Downers started squirting stinky cheese sauce,
drenching the Uppers with its reeking stench.
However, when the Uppers started hurling
Storico and Caciocavallo Podolico,
back at the Downers, they simply,
started consuming it with their cider!
Both fractions kept pelting and sprinkling,
until little Joey from the farm,
reminded them the football had started,
so off they plodded to watch the game,
singing and laughing together,
arm in arm, munching on cheese
they had salvaged from their skirmish.
Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020
We are all broken
into separate pieces
Brothers uncles
mothers and nieces
Fractured ways of thinking
Cool-aide drinking
Caught between
real and false
Can you feel we’re all sinking
False prophets
We have become our own religion
relying only on ourselves
for every decision
Believing the answer
is accomplished through division
We fools stopped seeking wisdom
Too big a gap
between higher and lower
The world moves fast
but our thinking grows slower
The rich protect themselves
in their high tower
Unrest grows hour by hour
Who in the end
do you think holds the power?
So crumbs are thrown
to the masses
But that won’t stop
the clashes of the classes
Change is happening so slow
it flows like molasses
There are too many people
sheltered in under passes
Plastic dollars are of no use
No one will be left
to pay Caesars taxes
Black, brown
yellow and white men
When will they
see clearly again?
Will each own the other’s pain?
Red blood flows within each vein
This current world order
is impossible to maintain
Every man woman and child
is an important part of the chain
They all need love,
food, shelter, sunshine and rain
Top heavy systems will topple
under the strain
When it does
we will all have to begin again.
If we think this is working
We are no longer sane.
At an essential level we’re all the same
can’t you feel
We’re circling the drain?
For Brian’s Choice 3 Contest.
Achievement, 1 of 2
—Time to share—
I grew up in a slum where the gang members,
at the risk of their lives, fight over their turf.
My lullaby was red and blue warning lights
flickering from dashing squared cars and ambulances,
and my bedtime story was the blow of sirens passing through
the streets and alleys between boarded up abandoned houses
standing in rows here and there.
My mother, though loved me dearly,
happened to be a high school dropout
and single who brought this world to me at her teens.
She was a minimum wage earner, therefore, her life was
nothing but struggles, kept body and soul together in misery
between laid off to employed to laid off, between paycheck to welfare
to paycheck that is thinner than a sheet of paper.
Although under educated, she was a pious woman,
and that is why her keen desire was not her son to follow
the steps of her mistake and suffer like his mother.
Her wish was to raise her only child to be a decent citizen
with a noble profession and thereby add some value to the community,
return some good things to the society.
Apart from mother’s great expectation, however,
I was a disobedient rogue child, a kind of problem kid
on the block when I was a lad. I got into bad company
and led astray by them, was irregular in attendance to a school
and cut classes whenever I felt like.
Until one day I learned of my mother’s tragic death
on the way back home from her work,
she was struck by a stray bullet
in the midst of gang members cross fire.
Too often I have heard, in overcrowded English classes,
a long speech from the smartest professor of literature using
too many words to annoy students who couldn't help laughing;
they'd have understood, if he had only used a fewer words!
" What a boring teacher we have! " someone yelled from the auditorium.
Yes, it raised eyebrows even across the nearby stadium,
where many were listening without much focus or interest,
" He should have been a preacher instead! " another student cried out.
" Make your point, don't waste your energy on eloquence and feeling!"
The outspoken, well-dressed young man shouted. Then he added,
" Are you reading poetry or clarifying the subject? And he continued
saying, " The shorter, the clearer...so that we can grasp it's meaning!"
Every bugged face turned its attention to him, applauding with incredible delirium,
but the professor angered at them, quickly stepped down the podium...
bursting into tears from the embarrassment and the bewildering looks;
perhaps having recognized his stupidity, he'd have been better off writing books!
The low suffer most the blow of the law
And no better do they fare with its flow:
From injustice to injustice it carries them
But none ever calls this a flaw.
For like that, perhaps, she can’t help to be,
Born of the mighty as she is.
Once, though, every eternity the cords of
patience snap:
Justice is demanded and swiftly she comes.
It's time for revolution, the clash unto ash
between the classes.
By saw and seesaw there'll be newness abroad:
The old system teeters as its sinews are severed
And from cakes of blood springs another;
That long denied by law is now seized by claw,
And from star to tar the mighty tumble
As their thrones are lowered for dwarfs to
mount.
Upwards go the erstwhile low
To be class dwarfs no more
But the mighty of the land.
Amidst this newness, though, an old song
soon intrudes:
In voices faint and mournful we hear it sung
By those from star to lowly tar fallen.
In fields and taverns, at work and at play,
It dwells on lips bright and sullen;
But up above behind stately walls where
stands the palace
None but the children dare sing it—
The song they once heard old papa sing,
Which loosened his lips like a wicked brew
But now binds them shut like a glue.
When from frolics they break
In their playfields green
And in palace parlors
At once warm chants from their breasts erupt
Which with glee and charm they long sustain
Till every soul feel their lips beguiled
To render accompaniment in a whistled melody.
Then swirls the music about every ear, and all can
hear the palace ring:
“The low suffer most the blow of the law
And no better do they fare with its flow:
From injustice to injustice it carries them
But none ever calls this a flaw.
For like that, perhaps, she can’t help to be,
Born of the mighty as she is.”
With hair jet black slicked, Buddy’s not your friend.
Oh, he wants you, doll! Watch his music send
you into a frenzy!
But Buddy is crazy —
he’s truly your professor with a blend.
More like Jekyll and Hyde — this is his con.
In the classroom, with gnarly teeth and wan.
He’s a science nerd.
Love is much preferred.
With a test tube he’s turned into a swan.
On your pulse, the melody master voice,
but he’s rude and crude, sorely not your choice.
You prefer the nerd in glasses —
the professor in your classes.
When you find out his secret you rejoice!
3/4/2018
Movie: The Nutty Professor
Contest: Alexis Y. Favorite Comedy Movie
Yoga
aha
Relax
in slacks
At ease
release
Retreat
off feet
Still mind
core find
Unwind
from grind
Depressed
cure stressed
Wellness
classes
Witness
fitness
Deep rest
suggest
Supple
muscle
Stiff joint
whole point
Light breath
dodge death
Slow down
don’t frown
Lithe bone
to hone
Zen state
elate
Bright mood
ensued
Blood flow
skin glow
Limb stretch
on sketch
Brain flush
air rush
Hamstring
svelte wing
Spine flex
loose necks
Inhale
exhale
Touch mat
lie flat
Puffed chest
is best
Backbend
extend
Balance
advance
New age
turns page
Each pose
life flows
Posture
roster
Global Reset? That may sound grand-
but many do not understand,
their New World Order is the goal-
a world divided, as a whole.
Two classes only, on the way-
Elites and those who will obey.
Then equity will be the rule;
equality- they'll overrule.
The total world will be one class-
to follow laws Elites will pass.
A robot, each of us will be;
controlled- yet told that we are free.
Who are these brash Elites, you ask,
responsible for this grim task?
Leaders who preach- "for thee- not me"
and each greed-filled monopoly.
No need to use our skills to work-
Elites will pass another perk
to make us feel that we're cared for;
to our own choices- close the door.
While people live an aimless life
and made to feel that it is rife-
Elites get richer by the day-
each one of us- a castaway.
Pandemic- used to test their skill-
to keep us bound with no free will.
To date, they've managed very well-
Oh God, please help us break this spell!
July 2, 2021
Contest: New World Order
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori