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Commercially,the road wasn't helping,
It wasn't giving basic facts about evil which rise against its walkers,
Birds were making statements to draw our attention towards those melling,
Distraction kept being thrown upon minds of hawkers,
Their selling products were ceased and stolen,
Mouths were opened to chastised against those task force,
It never got them tormented over their indescency at a grinchy remorse,
Traffic jam now kept the scene badly heated at all cost,
Those who won't let go of their avenue for fetching satisfaction made no repose,
Others also kept themselves fully under glope,
Who should be blame?
Who should fulfil the desires of fans to the game?
Policies kept increasing from axis to axis,
Whilst, actually no soul has power over taxes,
Power brought out from the ocean,discriminations and heavy punches,
Out of fed up,war concludes the lives of citizens in there,
There after,the president is pleading and fasting to reflex,
But,it's too late for this insanity man and his fellow leaders,
Indeed,power trends till it breed societal killers.
So let chrish ourselves with equality and live to the fullest.
Sorted Differances
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Christmas is a holiday celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. It is a season of giving gifts, spending time with family, and spreading peace Christmas is one of the Holiest days on the calendrer.:Bells, chimes, and brass instruments are most commonly associated with Christmas music and holiday traditions. People decorate evergreen trees, hang stockings, sing carols, give gifts, and eat a large feast with family.People call Christmas pagan because its date of December 25th and many popular holiday traditions overlap with ancient Roman and Germanic winter festivals.Culturally and commercially, Thanksgiving functions as the official kickoff to the broader Christmas shopping and holiday season in the United States
Fat Tuesday: Fat Tuesday (also known as Mardi Gras or Shrove Tuesday: is a celebration the final day of Carnival season (also called Mardi Gras). It is the day to party and eat rich, fatty foods before the somber season of Lent starts the next day.
It is custom for people to wear purple, green, and gold. They celebrate watching parades, catch plastic beads, and eat king cake. or donuts People decorate evergreen trees, hang stockings, sing carols, give gifts, and eat a large feast with family. People call Fat Tuesday "pagan" because its carnival traditions and feasting customs trace back to ancient Roman spring and fertility festivals like Saturnalia and Lupercalia Brass band tunes, funk anthems, and jazz standards define Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) celebrations.Lent is a 40-day Christian season of spiritual preparation, fasting, and penitence that leads up to Easter. Takes place in spring (February to April), focusing on repentance, fasting, and reflection before Easter.
Christmas musical terms differ, words that describe different types of song are,Waits,Cantata,The "Christmas Chord,Pastoral,Noël,and Carols Music for fat Tuesday is usually more live and upbeat.Terms that decribe the sounds are Vamp,Cakewalk,Call and Response,Syncopation and Second Line. It is always important to know what ypou are saying when it comes to music. As well known uniter it is also one of the most disive instruments in planning.Music is divisive because it is deeply tied to our personal identity, emotions, and how our brains are wired. Respecting what people like and love is very important!
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
Do It Again
When I was little I fell down.
We all did that.
When, we were little.
Later, I fell off…
A ladder, a motorcycle, a cart, a bike,
several other motorized vehicles commercially,
and non-commercially constructed by
back yard engineers of extremely high standing…
at least in Our Corner of the World.
The one common denominator was “get up.”
Get back in it, on it, under it, or where ever you ride it…
and do it again… maybe not that way… however.
Today as I went out to pick up something,
I was not motorized, but there were wheels involved.
Get the mail, get a trash can or other thing…
Bring it back to the house.
That I had done…
ten thousand times before.
Instead I found something new…
Flight.
I also found pavement.
Hard and unyielding,
completely rearranging…
parts…
of me…
A bruise, a scrape and I know an angel limped from the scene.
There were at least a dozen white feathers…
Nothing broken, except my pride.
That is okay. It is useless anyway.
War is not my wintry answer
when summer's serene peace
remains a cherished question.
Late autumn's year end Advent
sadly anticipates late winter's
grey unrelenting Lent
As Christmas traumatically
commercially prophesies
black Good Friday
before Easter mortality
Painful future passion story losses,
hopefully temporary,
yet now recently felt
with post-bimillennial stressors.
A global sensory climate of anxiety
and not anticipation,
of unease
and not health
across the nation
Of crumbling democratic energy
fading public sensing health
and bumbling good synergy
reflecting dark governance
lack of wealth,
Lost in dogmatic
even fascist partisanship,
abandonment of healthy democracy
bicameral bipartisanship
Sacred Left
and secular BusinessAsUsual Right
religiously held monoculturing privileges
held tightly all night
overwhelming divinely humane
co-passionate polycultural serenity,
Unitarian integrity
of universal NewYear EarthTribe health
Yintegrity resonantly promising
profound Yangish resilient wealth.
How will this EarthTribe sacred solstice
harmonically resound
healthy democratic energy?
Spaciously serene peace
for wealthy therapeutic Earth
justice.
Consumer wars
are not my LeftBrain answer
when RightMind healthy peace
remains my economically enlightened
and politically empowered
sacred
trusted
integrity-potentiated
question.
Secularization of nature
begets secular demotion of sex
rewinds reminds reversing time
before Western therapists
of ego issues beget eco-healing medication
including secularizing meditation
into mind full of LeftBrain dominant
patriarchal capitalization,
commercially marketed commodification
of what were once more private worship services.
Reducing sexual cooperative co-investments
to merely natural reproductive lust
or untouched genital bust
is a LeftBrain reductive Nature v Spirit sin
against Holonic Animus Mundi,
EcoWomanist Yintegral Flow
of open nonverbal
bilateral ego/ecosystemic
co-empathic
co-binary Holonic Nature/Spirit
ego/eco-binding attachment feelings
Divine climaxing integrity
and humane humbling memories
of fully engaged authenticity
mirrored in our Yang/Yintegral reconnecting
remembering
re-imaging sexual activity
of sacred Muses
embodied music and rhythmic dance,
fractal
frictive
flowing sexuality.
Sexy
jazzy
gospel good authenticating news
could reduce secularizing
traumatic
reductive
estranged stress disorders,
negative pathology,
unhealthy lack of democratic synergy
spiritually re-natured energy
mindful sacred/secular
inductive/deductive integrity.
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I thought I wanted to be rich
I thought I wanted to be immortal
I thought I wanted private jets
And golden rings
I thought I wanted to be a movie star
I thought I wanted to be in a commercially successful band
I thought I wanted well toned abs
And twenty inch pythons
I thought I wanted the latest electronics
I thought I wanted a massive mansion in the hills
I thought I wanted a yacht
And a private island
That's what I thought at the age of 20
But here's what I know at the age of 30
I just want to be financially stable
I just want a nice and fulfilling life
I just want a decent car
And useful tools
I just want to be married
I just want to have kids
I just want a photo book full of memories
And room for many more
I just want to have friends
I just want to feel necessary
I just want to never be lonely
And never cry myself to sleep
I guess the thing I desire most of all at age 30
It's quite simply to be happy
A review of all my poems there is
sometimes reference to the toilet
I make no apologies
I'm not a shrinking violet
'Cause here's the way I see it
the world is full of sheet
Here is an example
it's to do with what i eat
At night what I consume
is a large bowl of green salad
Yesterday no exception fresh from garden
much variety I can add
There's perennial greens
sweet leaf korean ginseng and more
There's a tree moringa
it's leaves add to the score
In India Morigna it's regarded as a miracle
full of much nutrition
But here now in Australia
it's subject to attrition
Sales of moringa powder and also the tree
now commercially banned
Lack of long term research
they say that is why it has been canned
Apply this crazy principle to so much crap
freely sold within the business market
Example these toxic covid vaccinations lacked research
caused many to give up and finally cark it
There's many other products
that could be added to the list
Products consumed for centuries
no research how did we exist
These governments will never suffer
any symptoms of dimentia
No brains exist
in a state of permanent absentia
The opposite word of vaccuum
it's called a plenum
How to turn this madness round
we need a new addendum
These thoughts that I've now penned
are really rather fleet
I hope I have convinced you
that this world is full of sheet
Types, Varieties, and Cooking Suggestions for Clams
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They needed to create something to save this industry. It is really needed. People don't know that the pride of an industry is in that one product that everyone prides and is envous of. they wish they had invented it. Softshell clams are delicate enough to enjoy in a different dishes. The creation of the clam waffle with potatoes, bacon, chives, sourcream and topped with cream cheese and maple syrup is a novel if not great treat for people in every genre. It would be apprecated.
we wanna sell one hundred plates for breakfast. 100 plates for dinner.
and One hundred plates for supper.
in addition we wanna sell bacon sandwiches. Sausage sandwiches. And steak dinners with salds and watermelon drinks. We tryna get the recipe down so the Fella at the Factory can get his thang straight and we can be aligned and in alignment. Mafango Mannoes and that delicous Candain Maple syrup. and Who can for get that southern style or northern style smoked bacon. And the Sourcream is a dutch type treat. We are gonna have it so that McDonalds and Roy Rogers will sell these thangs! Malaguena, we just need two men who like music history enough to be willing to make hstory using a quote that celebrated guitar music. That being said, we are looking to inspire a movement were people can buy our clam waffles and sit down and the theme song they'd hear would sound like the fusion between Jimi Hendrix and Roy ClARK: ( foreal and dueling solo, that would be added to a lyrical compromise.) Who's better I don't know ask Roy Clark!