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Anybody could teach kindergarten my husband said
Why don’t you try it suggested his wife, Mrs. Ned.
So he signed up to sub, and went running in.
Pretty soon he had kindergarteners pulling on his chin.
Stop that! He yelped. That is my beard, and it hurts.
The urchins giggled and pinched him and threw on him dirts.
He ran out screaming and brought the principal back in.
Don’t expect me to help you, he told him. They tickle my chin.
The two men together sat in the corner bawling away.
As the happy kindergarteners danced around them that day.
The good news is that Mr. Ned never again did say
“Go to school, honey, where all you do is play.”
The nature's smell of Sodom
Parades war scent;
Smells it like Saddam's nose
To safeguard his own darling kingdom
How watching designs ascent
To save millions from foes
Which makes room for continuing lust
And finds it difficult afterwards to adjust
Even when no war seems around the corner
Yet they fear and doubt every foreigner
Iraq is to war what Sodom is to transgression
Yet He's full of mercy in anger cum genuine confession
To them sins kill boredom
The only happiness florescent
Which measure up her woes
Open destruction bestows
Warnings for fire to save autumn
Before timing bomb explodes without consent
The esthesis of Gomorrah
Lives in the deep Dead sea
To win the game away karma
How much plead will erase guilty?
When hearts feel cool hosting pleasure
How fear parades fate without check
Gearing up with joy for whatever becomes her Camorra
But with gut, the degree of the wrath eyes don't see
Except for the amusement audience did see in drama
What reasoning could have tagged absurdity
Is of high rate for worth as high as of treasure
So heavy; the one her ship can't stand cum wreck
To them wickedness strengthen ego
Her contest among dominant men
Forgiveness being enslaved in terror
Of endless quest trying times won't forego
Or bring to justice and be put into den
To face its own end in lonely terror
You sneeze; loud rowdy thunder strikes
Sins are irritants Your nose dislikes
Yet man's expulsion is involuntarily
For Your anger strikes temporarily
How come they don't see compassion
That brought on them such wrath; their eyes passion
Smell out
Turn about
You know me
Nothing surprise Thee
For nothing is hidden
Those that are forbidden
By Your commandments off caution
Which have done without precaution
Oh grow-up nose mask; smell not
For my sins are so hot
That You won't inhale such dirts periodically
Let alone You get to exhale spasmodically
The beach where people
Hangs out to relax, the sea
Exuberant and inviting
Cleanse people dirts
And purify distressing souls
The sand, so white by time
The waves, never ending
Back and forth to the shore
Today, the beach cajolled by
People in walks of life
In beautiful swimsuit and trunks
Adorned with colorful big umbrellas
Medium size tints scattered in the sands
Everyday, the scene is over and over again,
I see no more privacy, it becomes a business
I wonder when the beach become peaceful
Just like before where you can have your own
Contemplation with nature and have a simple
Fishing adventure at the shoreline.
It's just a dream for me right now
No one will tell how it is to be back then.
Welo and Shewa
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.
She adored the unquietness of the marbling
it was crafted to gain such attention
it was a wonderfully brilliant
it's shine attracted those
who loved such
it became overly admired by those
who were blessed to know it
the Opals of the region had been
treasured forever: every once in awhile
that specials someone with charisma and charm
would come along and make the jeweler here
more and most appealing
from the dirts were
laborer's toil
to the craftsmanship of the artisan
from the fabrics of the model
to the glamour of the spectacle
it show that rizz
that makes those envy with
a shameful want
Vlinx a rob was created to help the Low Visioned people of
Fluvial Sinuous Ridges a New Town in a secret area on Earth.
She stood to be admired
she charmed the folk who were in her
presence
a glamorous ring
beautiful gold
with giant prawns that
centerpiece a large
Opal stone.
Shewa and Welo stood together gathering attention
attention they both could handle due to there beauty and charm.
Trout halibut and caplin and seabass were for the supers
here this night during the festival f the people
were the stones and craftsmen were displayed
while woman stood beside them to be asked by the local men to marry in the festival of Evenings. Capers,mayo and sour Cream Dill with lemon?gin or vodka and hot peppers; flavors and scent.mingled with the fish roasted and fried
as these two took center stage.Duchess potatoes were the stars of the dining room ; but these two were the talk of the night.Beck Silvaner,Balfour the Prädikatswein sounds and Sweet wines. The Center stage of Evening Adoraances.
Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner
everyday
who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around.
Is it not the hand meant for cleaning and washing
and working out this and some of the other things?.
And the mouth for eating and drinking and talking
and laughing and many ,many, many other wishes
of sort kind?.
And foot and leg for us to reach out the dustbin for
instance?.
The dirt can't be a waste products perse nor the hand
a part of such dilemma nor the skull a kick hell out
of a thing cup? nor what dramatic human right nor
political taboo?.
I have a problem and that is true is quite different
from I have problem and that is true?.
Why then these people pollute nature
when already it's suffers contamination and stagnancy
and spillaging and wasting like quacks and qualms.
Whortooruss the Annoyer was named God
by the lesser known Gods
in celebration he
ued Magic to make a hyeina into a giant
and devour Nine lions, and two hippos
then he shranked the hyiena
and allowed a guppie to swallow him.
All while all the lesser known Gods
laughed. Then the lesser Gods asked the men of Jissa were they satisfied with there weath.
All anwsered know. The lesser gods combined there power
and told all in attendance. The person who wishes to marry you you should mary
not those that you love.
Doing so The Gods would turn there enemies into gold with jewels
and othe precious metals. They warned them uuwhen there marrages would
become normal to them one of them
would be turned into gpld enough to replace the wealth they had spent.
And they placed the curse on them and they became rich;but unhappy.
A wise man told them to stand in the Ravine of Tommorrow
and the dirts of the needed people
would cover them breaking the curse. Somee did and were fooled into beleiving
that the curse would be broken by the falling dirt.
The dirt covered them
and they became gold. The People than dug out the Ravine and became wealthy from trickery.
FeeMoria smiled as Pagen hungered
wanting and needing the fishes she
cooked.The leser Gods smiled
upon her giving her the power to be Queen Scoress. She turned
all the fish in the net into whale siz and commanded the waves
to wash the People Of Lesser Gillsore into
the mouths
of the giant trouts.
When the trout tried to swallow her
she commanded the sun to
flash a hot beam into the Trout
and cooked them
their on the sands of the river.
She turned thed and
the waves washed them out to sea.
Teach my sight to behold the truth
And only furnish it with lies for peace sake
When in guise I know of loyalty like Ruth
For rage to get not doubled and ache
Continuously in agony from the loss of one's youth
Give my sight Solomon's insight to judgement
Between confusion without a witness
Your sight light his to surface proper adjustment
And uplift his wit and nail to the cross his weakness
How people marvel of his poignant pronouncement!
Teach my sight of waiting on You
Through the tunnel of no end in dark
Unto others voice will I not grow anew
Even when mercy is the tarriest change that disembark
Nice is your treats when tolerance lives in blue
Give my sight Job's patience in forebearance
Friends and family scare him enough to death
Though heaven seize His grace appearance
Yet he holds onto the floor drawing his last breath
What an outstanding balance in adherence!
Teach me how to view striking force lightening fear
To the cheers of courage, keep my eyes open
New at each shot unfolding fright in sparkling sphere
That its winds blow up stances dirts reopen
And silent candid shots changing the atmosphere
Give me David's heart's sight
Whose desire lives in God fear and love
Even though nature never kill sin's appetite
Hearty care makes him one genuine belove
Who serve, praise and worship You with all his might
You wink; new phase opens its being
By which the very end from start be seen
You gaze; heavy rain, heaven strikes
Yonder sight's target echoing alikes
Without the influence of all existing nikes
Inspire me like seeds rejected
thrown out,
trampled,
bruised,
killed,
buried yet fights it up
through dirts and death,
sand and dark,
to form a mighty tree that forever stands: Inspire me with such passion.
Inspire me like cockroaches. roaches chased after with torches, footwears,
stones,
brooms,
insecticides,
beaten and
flushed and
flushed and
flushed down the toilet,
yet up and
up and
up they keep rising till they make it out: Inspire me with such resilience.
Inspire me with life.
Who in peace,
chaos,
gladness and
sorrow,
pleases all like there's no tomorrow.
sings and
rings, and
brings, her goods and bad in autumn,
winter,
summer and
spring.
Tall short
white black
all she choosed to treat as same
rich poor
mighty and weak
she made all walk in her path together: Inspire me with such understanding.
Inspire me like death
yes death
I know what death taste like,
she tastes as strong as darkness, smells as strong as loneliness,
yet she comes unnoticed,
steals,
kills,
thrills and
leaves with all staring at her: unashamed.
Blood, no blood
guns, no guns
peace and fights
day or night
stabs and
jams and
beat and
hit and
choke the throats of
big and small.
Foetus,
infant,
toddler,
teens,
adult:
all marches to her hall.
play this circle all over again,
you'll see with her nature has built a bond: Inspire me with such skill.
Inspire me with me
Inspire me with me who woos at my thoughts of sucide,
death,
evil,
unsatisfaction.
Inspire me with me who fights my thoughts of giving up,
Inspire me with me who laughs me to scorn for my failures, and flogs me to make up my mistakes,
picks me,
cleanse me and set me back on track when I fall.
Inspire me with me who looks up at me for more,
inspire me with me who applauds me for ones done,
inspire me with me who sticks to the path meant for me: Inspire me like this.
August 28
Do you know about him
The little tall man
Living in the brown street
His lips are hard
Like where charcoal is made
He feels high more than alcohol
And always scorn his wild hair
Do you know about the natural leaf
That scorned him
For the first time
He feels his lips
With a sedative herb
And forms a circle in his skin
There are dirts
Waiting to be heaped away
He picks them up by chance
Along with a clipper
He moves with the cloud
Seeing double shadows on the way
Laughing at him
Finally at a waste bin spot
The dirts are abandoned
He picks up the clipper
This is the best place for hair cut
He sits loving the moment
While passersby share laughters
I may run past pyramids of flaxen ring
Or cleave my heart blazed to fragile spring
With slaughter of sheep out of hatred begun
I fled that faith stayed glue to conviction in the face of gun
Beneath the burning chest of breathless heaves
There my brethren heart now stylishly cleaves
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
How brave the tears emerges naked
My head's taps rush down sympathy
Having seen inhumane act that absconded
Whose spears pierce good belief without empathy
Me, I kiss remorse a hummingbird in flight
Yet ashamed a newborn that preach the coming of Light
But still, yes
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
I am the baptist of the sins that peer above the humans' nature
And has tendered hope in emerald verses to clean this garden dirts
Yet many still don't believe I am the future
None even watch the end time alert
But only lay nest of which that will expire
In might with death's timing awesome desire
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun
I regret I'm the swan human myth
That floats poetic on a lake
Then sings my one seraphic note upon my death
Indeed I am but flesh that dies before life so opaque
The bloom which glows an iridescent psalm
Written down in trance by heavenly palm
Still I run....
in His grace
with His pace
out of deadly fun