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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers.
"the act of separating the Two"
The Twenty One Day Rule
By Professor Meanus Labyrinth
"Gabba Gabba Hey"
Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa"
Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null.
or not any, powerless it is a latin term.
Proxima meet a beautiful woman: he asked her, her name she told him it was Stella. Well her name was actual Hessiria, and her horses name was Stella. She dated him, while he thought her name was Stella,, the people in the community heard this and told the woman to tell him her real name she said she would after she knew him a little better. Well weeks later during a date she told him her real name.Full of emotion he thought they were getting closer and closer in there relationship. She was playing him along so the people around them started to do things to undermine there togetherness.Both musical artist they'd reheast with a band.Decreased intimacy and connection.Diminished trust and communication:they'd make plans so that both would be seperated and there interest to one another could be shattered by introducing them to people who's intent were to erode there trust of one another. It almost worked until the Lady became pregnant with the Mans child.Before the woman had announced her pregnancy:a member of the band had asked where were they, and the band leader said not here:taint whyle look for them to be together much longer his wisdom told him they'd be headed for slitsville sometime soon. He smiled mischiefly and started to play his trumpet.
(the Exact Quote was)
(Oh,Taint Whyle Bouis they'll be in slittsville soon!)
Notation:
The Trumpeter said: "he wouldn't dare defy me he believes in some of that wishy:wasy; punk stuff!"
Bouis is a term given to a woman who wishes for fancier garments and items.Like a wedding dress!
Ty Ty Walden, what are we to do with you?
Your farm has steadily decreased in value.
People think you are a fool and not a bit funny.
You are not growing crops that would make you money.
Ty Ty, what about this foolish endeavor?
It is that buried gold you are digging to discover.
Your grandfather’s fortune is what you are hoping to see.
There are more unsightly holes all over your property.
Gold fever it seems has enveloped you still.
You even imprisoned an albino against his will.
The town is too dependent on the operation of the mill.
The closing has the population up in arms.
Son-in-law Will is enticed by Griselda’s charms.
Your troubles are compounding into a plethora.
How can you survive in those backwoods of Georgia?
Based on the novel "God's Little Acre" by the late Erskine Caldwell
I met a lady likes to chat;
she’s rather short and once was fat.
Not being satisfied with that,
she made a change she thought worthwhile.
She stuck the plan; she never ceased.
The number on that scale decreased.
She’s thinner now, and she’s a beast
with newfound confidence and style.
Seems fighting pirates sheds the pounds
(especially with friends around)
for when they join, new strength is found
to somehow row another mile.
Though she’s not added to her height,
her rowing stats are out of sight;
while Crush is still not her delight,
those pained pics always bring a smile.
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Been hanging out with a delightful community of folks who all have Aviron rowers - we play Row To Riches (fighting pirates), and do Calorie Crushes (high intensity interval training) together, and have a pretty dynamic FB group to encourage one another to meet goals, stay active...
A
Saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There's many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
Is a word not heard much these days
Its value's much less than a cent
We used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store it was a big event
FOR
Many years its value has decreased
There's a rumour they'll not longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I so dearly miss
YOUR
Thoughts are probably, what an old geezer
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days we still pine
THOUGHTS
Of sodas, ice cream and lollipops
Linger in the depth of our being
Tears can be seen trickling down our cheeks
A sad but so joyous a feeling
©Jack Ellison 2012
A poetic style I call CONNECTIVE QUATRAIN HEADERS
Many thanks to Connie Marcum Wong for her help and inspiration.
How high, how low
is our inner glow?
How long will imagination swirl around
before finding that unique mind
in which lives a stunning vision
long pursued, never realized?
Which are the true colors
of flowers of an emblazed sunset...
when the spectacle delights?
Is the peaceful spirit immersed
in contemplation rather than prayer?
Are the fading gleams a sadness
never felt so profoundly?
How high, how low
is our inner glow?
How desperate we become
when we grope for uncertainty...
considering its outcome
with decreased probability?
How captured are we by those
vivid colors before they quickly
vanish into the vastness of space?
Caution taken (lathering
exposed epidermis with sun screen)
against harmful innocuous
rich (Times New Roman)
12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate)
refulgent radiant balm
unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm
on par with a old
sister wives tale remedy me late mom,
would magically construe
to alleviate home sickness qualm
post pledge initiation invocation befriending
Jason the Argonauts and Major Tom
dizzyingly zipping thru space
in search of the golden fleece,
(which acquisition
ranked as a no brainer)
which recollection, sans above exploit flashed
(at greased lightening speed) this peace
full May afternoon, a pitch perfect spring day,
one adequately oxygenated
air supply crowded house
legendary fete of the rising son momentarily
sol limb lee flared concluding with reverberating
(though decades elapsed
since fortuitous galactic heralded
world wide web panegyric
broadcast cosmos wide),
then with just as quick
memorialized recollection
prominently recalled,
said remembrance as things past
vis a vis denouement across Universe
with Poof! lifelong (black hole sun hopping)
capping achievement did surcease.
Ah...such blinding realistic provocation sparked
via pure imagination
upon one earthly terrestrial beast
Sunkist soaking raiment sequestered
within corner nook decreased
with onset of dusk, a mind bending
dreamy experience least
expected while nonchalantly fantasies take flight
basking (with robins)
in an angulated nook sky height
upon premises of Highland
Manor Apartment out of sight
from the buzzer (I may as well be
a million miles away),
thus poetic justice end trite.
Grandpa said you work hard all day
to do to yourself some good....
So, what you think as priory in your pay,
is a well deserved dish of good food!
For the less fortunate; one square meal.
And for the well off; another day's feast!
In diet classes, I say it’s not a big deal
to decline your favorites to have fat decreased!
At home, I sit with a well garnished pizza “extra cheese”.
a large chunk of ‘Black Forest cake’ to follow
and a glass of wine, selected and chilled, please.
I can't help, my stomach is an ever growing hollow!
So, do what I say but don't do what I do.
Rational on duty but mad for a ‘biryani”, spicy and hot!
Strong to my audience, but weak with a pint of home brew.
Excuse me, friends, I can’t resist much my cooking pot!
28/06/16
Honorable mention for contest I love food by Lewis Raynes (29/06/16)
Blind Justice of Quotas
The gavel falls by decimal,
The judgement by percent.
The individual decreased to small,
A fraction of intent.
The scales she holds no longer weigh
The implication of the crime; They total up
The data-set to clear the queue of time.
Injudicious eyes are bound
To grids of black and white
Where no extenuating ground can alter
Wrong to right.
We trade the law for calculators, Truth for
targeted numbers.
Escaping fair adjudicators for anything that
computes.
She stands in stone, a blind sum capture to
A pie-chart, crown- a goddess turned outdated,
While column weigh her down.
A ledger filled, a ratio net, The target achieved
And clear;
While justice weeps inside the trap of a
Mathematical World.
Winged Zebra
Winged zebra dining on pure succulence,
beauty’s wanton need for satisfaction,
fulfillment of the blossoms scented craving
flowering nectar draped in golden orange.
What winds of chance have lifted your
frail wings, decreased the distance,
instinct slowly rising to a fevered need.
There was something about the way she moved
as if she glided - untethered - floated
through the chaos of a crowded room.
All eyes drifted, captured by her unintentional
beauty, mesmerized by the magic of such
effervescent energy.
She alit, soft cape draping her shoulders,
touched me for but a moment (as if to
fill a need) leaving me the better for
her passing, ever to dream
of her weightless wonder.
John G. Lawless
5/8/2015
A
Saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There are many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
Is a word not heard much these days
Its value's much less than a cent
We'd used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store, it was a big event
FOR
Many years its value has decreased
There's a rumor they'll no longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I surely do miss
YOUR
Thoughts are surely “what an old geezer”
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days, I still pine
THOUGHTS
Of sodas, ice cream, and lollipops
Linger in the depth of my being
Tears can be seen trickling down my cheek
A warm sentimental old feeling