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No colder winter's evening reawakens, in an abrupt
glance, this memory from others already faded
in the inattentive recollection of a son's mind;
even insignificant moments are worthy of thought.
A pubescent boy unlearned and precarious at giving advice,
but ready to provide that tenderness in exploding emotions...
realizing that he would reach the same level of consciousness:
whether or not his intention was tender enough to melt any ice.
He was skilled at creating visions, those presumed ghosts
that wondered in empty space to frighten fragile humans
unable to supersede their ability of vincibility to utter words;
I stood composed across her presence exchanging smiles.
The medieval walls were adorned with pictures if the deceased ones,
they stared sternly at me who wasn't used to seeing menacing faces
that threatened me with the uneasy, irrational fear of immediate rapture:
who could escape their grip on my trembling mouth murmuring scripture?
" No, son. Your grandparents were kind and would do harm to anyone,
they died before you were born, they are protectors not evil people."
And admonished by such comforting phrase, I fell asleep peacefully:
not being afraid of anything, they gently lulled me in their arms finally!
Probably...
Rumor was there that he is an addicted soul
A real problem through ongoing struggles,
Was to understand
The real person
Behind
A vague shadow
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Now...
Do I need to know, actually, an artist?
Art has its own definition of beauty.
With
Some payments in life,
I believe.
Flower of creativity blooms
Slowly...
In a drained, fatigued out life
In reality.
Or could be something else? Do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
I felt....
This rather neutral observation of mine
Is dropping
And
Bouncing on its own...
Rather than creating bubbles...
Learning to hide
Own woes
Rapidly growing hissing
Of
Sounds of demons
mostly mine, off course.
Should I abstain from further assumption?
I am not sure. I do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Out there...
From my window, I see a green, lavish tree
Those green leaves, swirling, shifting,
Tossing and turning
In wind, rain, and sunlight.
I thought...
Should I draw a problematic moment, now?
Of a slain mind with a destined agony
Of a conviction of wasting time, in vain?
I am not sure. I do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
This is my first time to spend Christmas
With your gracious family whom I belong…
Festive spirit I feel as expressed by every lad and lass
Especially that in this country Christmas holiday is so long!
Since you adopted me, I came to learn love’s essence truly
As you live out your faith and practice the verse in the Scriptures
Asserting "A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast” very clearly
Highlighted in this Season of giving, sharing, and caring around love-gestures!
Blessed am I for letting me experience Christmas delights
Through various specialties and delicacies you made me savor
How can I forget the lantern parade with the marching of a bright light
And the carols, hymns, and psalms I listened to while you sing with fervor!
Finally, I thank you for these gifts*:
My new comfortable pen inside your residence
Readying me for my puppies’ birth, creating joy-lifts
Along with all the accessories signifying my motherhood-license!
*Hebrews 11:4 ...God testifying of his gifts...
Personification and Quatrain forms
December 27, 2018
3rd place, "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 12/31/2018.
I want to talk to you about something
Well, l actually have a little gossip l know to be true
About certain letters in the alphabet
Please don’t share with another….its just between me and you!
Did you know that the letter U has quite the reputation
Creating unrest amongst other letters
Popular and loved by some
Disliked by many though as U is quite the go-getter
So lets start with the letter W
V and X’s next door neighbour
I do believe “W” is in love with “U”
Due to her natural beauty and confident nature
W is completely besotted with U
And as W’s adoration for U grew
A single U was no longer enough
So one U became two….known as W
Next…is Y who stands opened armed
Between the very disliked X and Z
Y is so very unhappy there
X and Z being the two most unpopular letters… it is said
‘Why oh why’, yells Y
‘Am l stuck between these two’
‘I desperately want to move within this alphabet
‘Beside the desirable and beautiful U’
Now, what l am about to share with you is of the most sensitive nature
It is in regard to the letter Q
Q frankly has some deep seeded issues
When it comes to the letter U
Q suffers with separation anxiety
Is fully dependent on U
Q is unable to function at all
Without the reliable U in view
U sits dutifully next to Q
So Q can function and thrive
Q will live a fulfilled alphabet life
As long as U stays with Q…..Q will survive
U feels trapped by the relationship with Q
As U loves another… it is true
U’s heart belongs solely and completely to F
Both desperate to marry and be known as F.U
The sky is heavy- thick and gray,
and darkness swirls with warring signs,
as streaks of lightning make their way
like huge electric tangled vines.
With that, the crashing thunder roars-
quick thumping hearts and shocking ears.
Unleashing stress, the full sky pours
creating floods- it perseveres.
Then, silence comes- peace is declared;
the dark clouds part to let in light.
The moon emerges, pale, prepared
to reign again this storm-filled night.
A sliver first- moon takes a stand;
its hazy glow spreads through the sky.
The war is done; dark clouds disband.
Till the next storm- moon bids goodbye.
July 19, 2022
~1st Place~
Contest: One In Five 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged 07/29/2022
Theme 4. The pale moon emerged from dark clouds
Yatsar (?????) Asah (??????) Bara (??????):
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abstract
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nitrogen, carbon, boron,---------mixed with a molten, sodium mixture
with desert sand and beach sand
Objective
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to find if the mixture could be extracted and or separated s
Goal
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Develop a method to recover elements from the Cooled molten mixture: economically prudent methods of extraction. Searching through a large amount of material, to extract something valuable, or repeatedly performing this action to gather information of creating material from the remanent resource.Gold- iron-quartz, and diamond particles.
Stumbling Block
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Monetary hinderance. Need more funds to actually achieve such. Equipment needs to be designed fashioned and created. The largest parts and the smallest parts need to be devolved. People with a vision, and an understanding of creation.Creating equipment for molten salt electrolysis (also known as pyrometallurgical electrowinning) requires designing an environment that can withstand extreme heat (typically 450°C to over 1,000°C), severe chemical corrosion, and intense electrical current. Molten sodium electrolysis is an industrial process used to produce pure metallic sodium and chlorine gas by passing a direct electric current through molten sodium chloride (usually via a Downs Cell). Calcium chloride is often added to lower the melting point from 801°C down to about 580°C.Fabraication of equipment and professional development: finding professionals to do a professional job.
Solution
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Finding a company to acquire this information might the development of such can be done.
( devolping a culture to support interest in this area)
Tagalong
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The symbol or the words,Tristenation or Siftanation means to separate fact from fiction it is a term used in this genre.
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....what are stars?
together as one they are
lights upon a darken sky.
a reminder lucid and clear
we are not one and alone.
....what are stars?
radiant upon the dark sky
twinkling, shinning bright.
bright like a lovers eyes.
in silent awe we sit and stare.
....what are stars?
are they inspiration for poets?
are they inspiration for musicians?
a muse for every one alike.
a muse for a romantic interlude
....what are stars?
are they a astrologists mystery,
an never ending debate
of who is wrong, who is right.
the answer the greatest mystery of all
....what are stars?
are they signs of many
other alien galaxies.
or just nature`s
twisted joke on us.
....what are stars?
are they exploding vortexes in a distant sky.
creating a new raw energy,
creating a new entity of life
are they eyes watching it all come to life?
....what are stars?
are they doorways to other dimensions of time?
where the parallel existence resides.
along another path we may walk,
the opposite to the one we are on, here.
Ancient memories will drip in the mind
Slow and unending creating a sound
The insanity is pounding me stone-blind
I'm dizzy from spinning, twirling around
Reason has stumbled into the abyss
Sleepwalking through night's dim lit realm of shade
To vanquish tremors in the mind's deep mist
As the passage through time shutters and fades
To walk without knowledge memories hide
As the dreary darkness of fear has grown
Dreams flee away as their shadows collide
In a silent state of the dark unknown
To be unaware of my soul in flight
To walk in sleep through the breadth of the night
7/17/18 Sleepwalking poetry contest
Like secret water
hidden inside the stone
love of my mother flows
unconditionally with life at stake
for her depth and unbridgeable width
I need not go to any sea
in search of my existence.
A knock at the soft corner of her heart
and she hands with care
plentitude of bliss and brimming affection.
with colours of unknown flowers
these divine elements lie
folded in my hands
with many-spendoured features of life.
As I feel them,
they speak to me gently
in the nectar-filled voices
of the deciphered scripts,
unknown alphabets.
Unfolding before me
like rare flowers
the loose hanging end of her saree
carries the essence of a thousand hopes,
and flows in me
like a subterranean river.
On her tender face
hangs a vast canvas of mercy;
over whelms me
with its magic spell of smiles,
from a stiring of promising words
like a chorale in some symphony
or a wet water course in a desert.
Yes, her cherished hands
always reveal a wandering,
an extending far and wide
a flow of confidence
that bursts with scent of progress
every moment.
Like an invincible bird
like a heap of vivid flower
Like a sea that never overflows
her magnanimity heart
seems like a boundless sky itself.
Her infinite faith on god overhead
and herself, is that experience
creating new worlds for me .
"He was once said to be Inurbane
meaning he lacked sophistication
refinement and courtesy, he's got it now!"
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Written By: Bel Canto Leitmotif
To all ends are these our beginning
that it is neither frustrated or meant
deceive. Are strengths are in our togetherness
might tomorrow usher in the start and fix of
those things that need change.
That we shall not become our own enemy
to understand there dislike. And we shall not
sort to create factions. Upon the truths of gainstment
we can elaborate. There were we hAVE faulted to create peace
is there where such negotiations might began.
The idea of using conflict or "faulting" to create peace
is called disrupting false peace.
This concept posits that genuine and lasting
peace can only be achieved by confronting
and addressing underlying tensions,
rather than by suppressing.
historical context, modern centrist ideas, and the challenge
conservative figures. The concept of progression which is neither new
or unachievable. Expanding the opportunism to began work and than become
the working and middle class. Opportunism for the poor.
: that makes wealthier employers want to hire.
Championing policies that are realist and meaningful.
building to considerate of the future,
Creating new margins to expand growth for business large and small.
Being an advocate for both farmers and there consumers.
Financial and monetary balancing to intervene to address social and economic problems.
In those areas were decay and time has created a crumbled area of waste.
To be used as modern day farm areas. Using modern tech to produce the food
where low income, and abandoned and and depressed housing are. We can champion people
by growing fruits and vegetable year around to calm the shores of uncertainty.
The future starts now!
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published by the Banda Vernacular Inc.
Banda Music Co.