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A song produces 1,000 dances at a total cost of $500.00@show
It increases production to 3,000 dances, and the new total cost is $15,000.00@show.
Calculate the change in quantity: A show is rehearsed and parts of the show needs
permission to reperform, if the show's value decreases:does this make opportunity for
reproduction due to decreased interest or does it mean that someone is pulling the chain
to cause decreased interest due to their interest in acquiring the product?
Calculate the change in interest if tickets increase sales in one week period where show's
are performed weekly. This time last year
5043 tickets were sold. Week 43 2024.
this year the 43rd week had 19,000 seats sold
the previous week had 17,000 seats sold.
What percent has tickets sales increased from this time
last year and from one week to another?
.Power banks: If the numbers refer to the milliamp-tickets (mAt) capacity of a power bank, a 5,000mAt power bank is suitable for a single ticket sale, while a 20,000mAt power bank is designed for a weekend trip or forsaling multiple ticketed interest.
Apply the formula: per ticket sale
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How to use marginal cost to pre determine ticket sales scalpers or touts
use these services to predetermine and estimate where hot show's will be.
Some people don't like Thematic Show's all the hype at times seems to be a turnoff
to some ticket buyers. A sellers market often involves what's going on in certain places.
Devalued performances can lead to a change in subjecting. A card which is subject to change
can be affected by the ticket sales. Using ventures like television radio and announcements on the Tube can create interest.
When people know they'll go!
Use our platform to get the word out!
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Once there was a grand forest
Full of life and beauty
Till a logging company
Decided it was their duty
...to cut it down
Tree after tree disappeared
Leaving the rest to retreat in fear
As they moved to the center
Only the bark was needed to make
Products of convience
That promised to take
...the process of pain
Humans are horrible creatures
With entitled features
Leaving One tree to stand alone
Stripped naked of its bark
Products and People
Devalued the tree and left the mark
...of pleasure killing pain
Vulnerable, raw to touch
The only use left, a wooden crutch
...for a wounded soldier.
Written by Trudy Schrader
Note: In my counseling class, we watched a video of an addicted man who was clearly in denial. He was defensive, and not in a place to admit he had a problem. I actually prayed, "God please don't send me a client like that." Another student, who was moved to compassion said, "Do you see him? It's his identity. He can not be vulnerable. He must be strong! How horrible...no place to rest." I repented of my uncaring prayer.
The Jester, aged in voice and hand and face,
His life spent in trying to entertain
The King and Queen, relying on their grace
For every earthly comfort he would gain.
Now old and weak, unable to perform,
And quite uncertain in where he might go
To live out his life safe from every storm,
But fearing all ahead of him is woe…
“Has all I have done, my King, pleased you not?
My every heartfelt song and silly jest
Was made in all my life with just one thought…
To please you, Lord, and do my very best.”
The King looked down - the Jester thought he’d faint –
And asked him, “Sir, just what is your complaint?”
The King spoke on, explaining in detail
All that the performer was awarded:
Protection, food, and a home for the frail
Jester that might have been unreported.
At the King’s own table he had a place,
And food aplenty to stem his hunger.
With safety always in his private space
From every threat to pull him asunder…
“What more could I offer? What more to give?
Yes, friendship as well, was offered to you.
Many might wish for a life so well lived
As the one that you unconsciously knew.”
“Forgive me, my Lord,” the Jester then said.
“I felt with my heart, not thought with my head.”
“Forgetting my place, so small in your court,
Was privileged beyond what most men might dream.
To live out a life knowing your support
And attain just a bit of your esteem
Should surely be enough for me, my King.
Again, please forgive my ingratitude.
For each tale I tell and each song I sing
Is often by my own thought devalued.”
The King, with affection and great respect,
Upon his life-long companion, looked down.
He said, “Forgive me. I often neglect
My friend, who portrays himself as a clown.”
And thus, old friendships can flourish and grow
When learning of love that we may not know.
lost in freedom
i opened my eyes
oh is morning
another new day
another new privilege
am alive so am blessed
what else is needed
if not to live for the day
till it night comes
what a freedom
what a blessing
yet around me
are circumstances beyond
my control
despite am in control
of my self
lost in freedom
living through life
i realise am human
in the midst of too
many devalued humans
who got no hope on
intelligent humans
except from God
who they live to
Sacrifice all life gaves to
in the midst of this humans
i learned what humanity means
i was touched to live among
them realising how much
humour i could acquire to
live up to my virtue
is so beautiful when
one can live freely in
a land of emptiness
of material wealth
lost in freedom
i got lost in a famous system
i got depressed in getting civilised
i never understood today reality
on freedom
so i realise life is not a game
but a legacy
as i discover my soul
in spirituality
through the connection
i share from the universe
of love where all it takes
to be human is found
yet some say am mad
they that are too intelligent
say am crazy
yet if i have followed
there opinion
by now i would have been
lost in freedom
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
except you don't care
but be sure my right
I will never ever gave up
for you
your intimidation
your torture
your disrespect
may be your own opinion
is obvious that is your way
yet my right can't be taken away
by those pains you inflict on my body
at the end my right is
my right
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
is obvious we live in a selfish world
where care is lesser than before
each sunset
on broad day light
atrocities are committed
like is normal
our usual life are so sow
in a tinkle of an eye
who is to blame
when our right are no more
a reality
when our destines are sold
for peanut on daily bases
so when I fight don't judge
me in a hurry
cos if you can see
the realities in our third world
you will understand
why I must fight for
my right
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
but who cares in a wild world
a world were babies are left
to grow in hunger and starvation
a world were our mothers bleeds in poverty
a world were our resources are
only for the corrupt cabals
a world were crimes are a way
of life like a normal basic job
a world were the innocent are
killed to keep criminals in power
what a world
I wonder how could my right
be respected in this kind of world
I don't need to be told to stand for my
right cos is obvious
in this part of the world
my right must be so hard
yet my right is
my right
my right
respect my right
if you want to be my friend
cos this fire burning in
our dear homes communities
countries
needs a water of peace
is sad that people will
always be who they are
but what is good is good
our demands are simple
yet our realities are hard
confusion are always common
on our common sense
cos the illusion of truth
has stolen our right
devalued our dignity
no wonder our last hope
are always prayers
even when dying slowly
in lies and manipulation
is hard to know the truth
cos too many truths in lies
has taken away our truth
denying us our right
teaching us to accept lesser
than our value
when you disagree
you become a victim
who always must fight
for his right
so in this quest I
am not exceptional
so as every human
cos my right must always be
my right
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
must we keep on in weakness
how long will it take us
to weak up
are we not done yet
in this pit of poverty
must we be always
the same
I thought we have our
destinies in our hands
I thought we are the
owners of our mind
so how much more
will we keep excepting
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
we fight each other
we are not in love with each other
we fail to unite oh africa
while we keep hoping
for the perfect stranger
to come take our problems
away
we refuse to believe in ourselves
yet we need each other
we reject to build each other
yet we are strongly building
the home of the perfect stranger
who is busy hunting on us
what a pity what a love
we are so in love
in love with the
love in the eye of the perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
we are so in love with this strangers
they have brought us a lot
fights for justice
they have abused our dignity
enslave our own
devalued our ancestors
stole our treasure
destroyed our culture
imposed their ways opinion
civilization on our life's
still we remain blind
instead we are busy
loving the stranger
we changed our spiritual
life's for no good
what a love
we are so in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
our women are our prides
yet our streets are full
of helpless girls
abused raped
by this strangers
a perfect stranger
indeed
our women are to be protected
cos out there this strangers
are wild
wilder than our welcomes
they are the devils we cast
in our prayers
they are friend to those
who oppress our freedom
they are the mentor of our
grieves
they are no good friends
what a perfect stranger
yet we are still busy in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
always at first
this strangers always
comes to us with a perfect
smile and with an eyes
full with love
their words are so comforting
so much sweet words
fall from their lips of lies
they always have a gift
neither do we know
it was an exchange
what a stranger
a perfect stranger
yet we fall in love
in love with the
love in the eye of a perfect stranger
Never wishing to even
consider wanting it:
possession of it devalued
her belief that which is
best represented her worth
to what she was doing and those
accomplishments she was ready
to achieve
the schism came from one wishing
to gain at the expense of the other
then what was best for him was
clearly not best for her
her representation was in clear
contrast to his
obviously they both wanted best for
there company but it jived with the
people who stood divided
wishing neither to united or
regathered
the strength in numbers
would solve nothing only
to chill the tempered room
because outside
was hot from the nature
of things all kinetic
the active dynamic was his
want for her to see Nordic Gold as
a means of accomplishment
that he wished to trophy
and create a prize a masterpiece
for the ages using a lesser valued
ingredient : she stood opposed
with the thinking that the Pure Gold
Championed and Hearted the home
That it speaks to the
eternal want and desire
to be best in cause it respresents
the search and discovery portion and claim
of prospecting!
He responded with Yet it lacks the
the knowingness of realism
that once losted it may never be found
the security of possion lacking
the full emptiness of lost.
Che e' la figa e' scopata
George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is not free but is for sale to the highest bidder. Moreover, there is an attitudinal atmosphere suggesting that any speech that is not my own should be abridged, censured, or abolished. Traditional norms and family values are dropping like flies under the spell of pesticides. The Bible is considered to be narrow-minded hate-speech. I have seen people terrorized, their civil rights decertified and denied. Moral values have been devalued, set aside, and liquidized; Constitutional rights are diluted, disputed, and no longer solidified. Whatever happened to the great 'thinkers'? I have noticed the terminal illness and demise of noble ideas. Education is being replaced with political persuasion and propaganda.
Abraham Lincoln would never accept it and call it a crying shame. Minority rights are being revised, realigned, reassigned, and redefined. I have witnessed human rights ignored, disregarded, and not prioritized. The cultural revolution is forging ahead in jet-propulsion speed like there is no tomorrow nor time of reckoning. Belief in evolution is man's best hope for a future without accountability. There are no absolutes nor need for resolution. Majority rights are brought into question, unguaranteed, and in retreat. Equal rights are desired but unclarified, undefined, and unobtained. I have beheld the orchestrated disappearance of common sense, and before long we shall be worry-free because 'Big Brother' will always come to our defense. Alien rights are well protected, highly promoted, and unwisely provided. There is a free admittance of subjectivity and the utter rejection of objectivity. I started to weep when I realized that sanity is being burned at the stake. I'm hoping and praying that we return to our senses before it's too late.
07062018PoSoupContest, Personal Favorite Poem Written In 2018 Poetry
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire, 5P
In the shattered mirror of hollow empathy, I see fragments of myself drifting,
Like ash butterflies dancing in the cold wind of unspoken truth,
And their words—"I can't empathize"—are silver arrows piercing through
The illusory veil of superficial consolation, revealing the inner garden
Where I alone grow the cucumbers of wisdom, where I water the flowers of courage.
And I hear footsteps fading away down the corridor of memory, the steps of friends hurried
To their daily markets, to the Turkish dramas that swallow their evenings,
Leaving behind only the echo of a pat on the shoulder and a worn-out phrase
"Don't worry, it will all pass"—a devalued coin in the ATM of compassion,
While I remain here, in the fortress of self, counting my resources.
Ah, how strange this revelation—that in the absence of foreign comfort
I discover my own healing hands, my own wellspring of strength!
Like a tree finding water in its depths when the sky refuses to weep,
I learn to be self-sufficient, to measure my garden of limits with steady steps,
To cultivate my own remedies, to be my own sun and my own rain.
I no longer knock on foreign doors begging for understanding like a crust of bread,
But build from the bricks of imperfections a temple of maturity,
Where the echo of my steps resounds with fulfillment, not with a void to be filled,
Where each scar is a medal of self-sufficiency won in battle,
And where loneliness is no longer a fear, but a throne from which I contemplate my strength.
the truth in the hand of the devil
the devil never speak
no truth
so why listen to those voices
in a world of lies
where the truth is every where
yet the truth remains hard
to find
look at them again
is a new year
another new truth every where
in every 4 years political campaign yet
the devil never speak no truth
not even in a new year
the truth in the hand of the devil
means calamity upon
the world of peace
it never elevate our shoulder
neither does it make progress
a lasting reality in our
natural or spiritual growth
this truth from this devils
has cost humanity
a lot bleeding in the globe
it has devalued humans
to just an ordinary commodity
were money become a God
does it matter what religion
you follow in a world of lies
where money is an ultimate
goal instead of humanity
what a world
a world of truth
is obviously obvious
calamity are only
but the out cry when we let
the truth in the hand of the devil
the truth in the hand of the devil
means trouble
means no progress
means innocent death
means wars
means manipulation
means isolation
means no justice
means no freedom
means illusion
means starvation
means confusion
means hatred
means no peace
means poverty
means vanity
what a truth
the truth in the hand of the devil
the truth in the hand of the devil
makes our world already a hell
we need not to die any more
with this devils truth
we are already a living corps
where we exist but our existence
never means nothing to humanity
is too bad that the truth is
we are too far from the truth
the world is close from
the truth
despite too many truth in the
world
the truth remains impossible
to be a reality in a world of truths
what a world
a world of truth
a world where we only but let
the truth in the hand of the devil
the truth in the hand of the devil
is same as no truth
for we labour
we pray
we hope
we work
we fight
we dream
we have faith
we try
we believe
we trust
we are loyal
we are dedicated
yet at the end of the day we cry
why oh why
why must we cry
yes we cry cos at the end of the day
in a world of truth
our truth is only but
the truth in the hand of the devil