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I had engineered a band
10 years for this band had I spent
Security was my concern
Graphic is wrong means the term
Censorship on Internet
Content upon what they do operate
Shall emanate from via mechanism of the determine
Not from the buisness itselves
Wealth
And the Government Wealth
These to enforce the defense
Exposure and systems
And fense
Censorship on Internet
Sensor is reading Content
In plasma I don't want this radiovibrations
Not in the blood
But the plasma of SOLAR
The radiation
Imagine how stupid you are
IF
You reckon the value is in Space Reserch
When breaking and breaking these moron is air
Your values my new is the source
So what is OPINION
Army of ours
Unless we agree on the fool
I'd like to belive we are sane and the competent
To pleasure of false the comfort you drool
When MIND over MATER
Material Science
The thought shall Material be
Where is the complexiy
For the COMPLIANCE
I wish alike you I can see
Why rage is the blinding
IF there is a solution
TO that what doeas rendr you blind
Step boundary over
And beyond you EGO
I am sorry the poem
I have to go pee
This isn;t the grit
Nor the grid
Nor the grip
It'ssimply is that
That in front
HYPOCRITE
There's surah Quran
Does exist for this lemma
How to behave in this case
Is DILEMMA
I wanted to see you for a last time in-person,
But you let everyone else, except me, in.
I'm sad I will never see or talk to you again.
Surely we'll meet again, just unsure when.
So instead I am visiting here, in your absence.
But I'm not alone, I have my father's presence.
Though it's emptier here, I feel your essence.
I know nothing will make any difference.
I'm colouring at coffee table like in my youth.
I'm reflecting on what was the bigger truth.
I'm sorry for all the moments I was uncouth.
I miss how you sometimes had a sweet tooth.
I decided it is here I much rather not stay.
I just needed to be here for longer than a day.
I'm self-therapying slowly out of mood so gray.
Though you're gone, my love will not go away.
Dear Sister of my Heart, also best friend of mine.
though too introvert , you are superfine.
Me , basically extrovert trying to guide you
but failing to change your overall views.
I’m confident, not to be overpowered,
but you are hesitant to show your power.
Me having lots of friends to enjoy in full.
You canot not share your feelings, being fearful.
Me, energetic taking life as challenge.
Adverse circumstances ! You cannot manage.
Me optimistic, always running active.
You : Inert, not taking initiative.
I'm dynamic to hate any stagnancy.
You feel no boost, sinking in despondency.
Spasm of wobbling heart leads your wish to hide.
I am bold and act prompt on dot to decide.
You stay in closed cocoon without exposure.
I'm explorer to proceed on new venture.
You imprisons yourself staying in boredom
Me , wandering free frolic in wide spectrum.
To confront conflict, I am always ready.
You present yourself being quiet -steady.
You don't want to move , I progress on journey.
But I run at ease., if you accompany.
Being elder, I instruct you throughout year.
But in urgency you are my my lucky star.
To honour my advice, my friends are enticed.
Contrast lies here , as I ask for your advice.
This is a new year, remember? I’m unshakeable,
I want to live harder but somehow sleep more.
I want to be successful and reinforce my self-image.
I’d like to rely less on my sharp edges and accentuate my softness.
I don’t want to dwell on America’s chaos - the crazy to crazier pipeline.
But, oh, geez, it must be Monday..
Trump accused Ukraine of starting the war, but my alarm was going off and I missed it.
Trump threatened US allies for opposing his takeover of Greenland, while I brushed my teeth.
He said, “the US shouldn't have 2026 midterm elections,” while I was in the shower.
He said since he didn’t win a Nobel Prize, he wouldn’t prioritize peace, while I had croissants.
He swore ‘reckoning and retribution’ after ICE agents shot a woman, while I was on the metro.
After an unplanned CAT scan, Trump said he was ‘sharper than ever’- while I was walking to school.
He called Democrats a ‘criminal organization’, for pointing to his Epstein ties; but I was having coffee.
He said the Reiners were murdered because they didn’t like him, but I was in anatomy class.
Trump claimed the U.S. would "run" Venezuela, while I was in an auditorium lecture.
Trump cited his Trump Golf Club wins as proof of his health, while I was in analyses-lab
He accused his own bureau of "rigging" job data to undermine him, while I was in practical-lab.
Trump linked Tylenol use to autism and revived false vaccine-autism ties - while I had pizza.
In a singular moment of clarity, Trump told his critics to "rot in hell," I missed it, I was studying.
He labeled reports of rising costs, and job losses a “Democratic hoax," but I was still studying.
A Ford employee shouted an Epstein question, Trump replied “ you” and flipped him off.
The employee was fired, of course, a citizen can’t go ruffling Trump like that, with free speech - I missed it, I was back on the metro.
I don’t miss constant exposure to the Trump circus - he’s just wearing you people down.
After three more dumpster-fire years of Trump - what’ll be left over there?
Good luck America, I love you.
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A song for this:
Excuse Me Mister by Gale Garnett
Red rubber ball by The Cyrkle
Fun, Old (edited for time) TikTok fail - showing "Why I don't do TikToks" =]
using a GoPro with a 'follow me' pin - the video jiggles, wildly loses focus and I'm not centered!
daweb.us/bg/silly.dance.mp4
Cliff hanger story -
Freshly shorn scrawny
Steady assembly ruptured
Atop rocky bluff rugged
Shivering survival questionable
Seceder’s dream quenchable
Reject herd abide proffer
Select solo sailor prosper
Convention no obstacle
Escape is ewe’s oracle
Exit existence normal
Explore expanse nautical
Divorce merged marriage
Discover ocean massive
Ewe Turn deviate, lucid
Longs for longitude lurid
Leave safety of kennel
Wayward walking karakul
Stripped of her heavy jacket
Staggers down slope jagged
Ceases to be clone imitated
Intrepid sheep not intimidated
Sea spray hasten
Shelly cove haven
Upgrading basic graze
Horizon holds her gaze
Distance from flock’s faith
Determined for further fate
Declines enclosure
Entertains exposure
Among cluster, deficient
Embankment descending delinquent
Evicts herself of contest
Evolves self fulfilled conquest
Disdain for the brethren
Useless Ewe blended in
Refuses group apprehend
Triumphant Turn ascends
Written for Contest:
Strayed Sheep
Sponsor: Di11y Da11y
17th December 2024
Picture inspiration required:
Our English Coasts
by William Holman Hunt
The cold night with the lights shining in the city
it’s a good time when everyone looks pretty.
Bottle breaking
smoke swapping
cops cracking.
The night is young like I was,
inevitably invincible
like the immature mind produces an unnatural high.
Searching
wanting
lusting,
for the things that keep on burning.
The juvenile exposure built my mind yet pruned it
of it’s innocence and doubled it’s experience.
Bathroom sleeping
tequila snatching
bloodied fists.
The atmosphere darkens
the attitudes sharpen
and lives are finally ruined.
Rome wasn’t built in a day but after it’s demise,
it’s walls were never the same.
Now the uncontrolled has sought control
from the dangers that plague the world she once lived in.
The consequences so hard to burden that every place is hard to stand in.
The bitter sweet memories still fresh that I can see them,
but they stay hidden in my mind as if satan condemned them.
Words on the wall.
Go with Paul.
So profound.
Like a crystal ball.
Okay, all coming back.
Should have read.
Julie, will you go with Paul.
But it didn’t.
Surely a message.
A deeper meaning.
Check the celestial phone.
A message awaits.
You dirty lying scummbag, drop dead.
Should I tell her there's only one M in, scumbag.
Could this be another message.
I enlighten her.
The other M is for mother-F
But is it.
Is there an even deeper meaning.
The celestial phone bleeps.
I peruse the heavenly text.
Actually, there should be an extra B with the extra M, bastard.
I see pain in her text.
I feel it myself.
There is a wanting.
Flowers and chocolates.
I feel comfort walking through the graveyard.
Knowing random people are helping me in the pursuit of love.
I throw a pebble up to her window.
Holding my mixed bunch of flowers.
Old Mrs Jones looks down, smiling.
If I was seventy, I’d do, I digress.
I bade her in, throwing the pebble up to my true love.
Who opened the window maybe a tad too early.
She screams my name.
Which was comforting in a strange way.
Old Mrs Jones looked out, recoiling in horror, knocking herself out in the process.
I realised I had forgotten the chocolates.
Darling, could you lend me ten pounds.
Something in her one good eye told me no.
The paramedics told me to go.
The Police read me my rights.
Putting me up for the day, and the night.
Still, as the Community payback man said as I was scrubbing the wall.
It’s not like you’re Banksy, is it, Paul.
I felt a deeper meaning.
A thought had occurred
It would take a lot of paint.
But would be worth the pain.
I worked through the night.
Such a delight.
I threw a pebble up to her window.
Old Mrs Jones looked down at the naked mural of me, and dropped dead.
Julie sort of squinted in dread.
But the gun in her hand.
Well, enough said.
The police charged me with indecent exposure.
Though the court said that wasn’t quite true.
Still, the Community payback man said.
I’m really impressed.
I mean, it's different.
Maybe you should have added a verse.
He stopped me scrubbing.
We bowed our heads.
As old Mrs Jones passed by in the hearse.
As a rule we've lived with laws, some are
Part of ' the fabric' of the globe i'm quite sure.' Things like biological immunitys (gain over time) exposure to bacteria has
Worked really fine.' Developed on a framework of farming, not least foraging
In field and forest, and fighting men and
Beasts..Sometimes death occured following septic events, yet with rudimentary medicne, as humanity we beat most of these moments.' Though
Many lived in tents.' Our chickens always
Scratched the earth, and lived well on veg
Waste.' We brushed against bush and brambles, and wild produce we'd taste all
This produced a very 'hardy strain' that even beat the plauges, that hit us once and again.' The convieniance of piped water, helped even more.' By the 1950s
Our immunity was strong and sure.' Enter
2020..And we were told we needed laws.?
Laws to keep us from mingling, laws to
Lock us away.' There could be no going in
The sunshine, no singing, and definatley we (would not be allowed to pray.?) In the
Body 'or a church if you are not sure?' and
It seems to still be a thing in the U K for
Sure.. Though some wish to pray and to
Save others lives..That was only the perogative.' Of world pharma..Are my maths about right.? The same agents that
Supply drugs to (many clinics) and after
Wars..They are raking the billions, in its
Almost condoned by some type of law.'
Now to all who are confused.? I say one
Thing to you..If you Don't beleive the
Evidence..Then scientifically stay in theLat
Concocted W H O..DID WHAT STEW.!
Four hours of word games a night, with two I-pads on my lap, is absurd.
But in the time it takes one to process I can be playing another word.
Painting has slowed down a bit since I realized that poetry is fun.
I was averaging four completed canvases a week for five years.
Now I barely complete one.
Painting is my most relaxing hobby. She helps me get less stress,
and retain my composure
When someone else gets Game of the Week.
For I love that kind of exposure!
Playing with children is a fix I need daily. Lucky for me,
I finally snagged a career
That allows me to get that fix at work which is ever so dear.
In the summer I am busy from sun up to sun down, replanting my flowers.
Their exuberance and delightfulness helps me
retain all of my happiness powers.
In the fall, my hobby must include meeting my friends
for wild women campouts.
We are nutty, and funny, and it is fun to have singalongs and shout-outs!
It is weird how hobbies change from time to time, clock never slowing….
Twenty years ago if you had asked me my hobby would have been sewing.
Forty years ago my most intense hobby was playing racquetball,
I won a league championship in 1980, three months
after I had a baby, after all!
Written Jan 28, 2019 Contest: Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Exposure & Hiddenness
Surely writing may endanger:
Creations make life a bit stranger,
Poetry comes from the Greek,
"To Make" and thus To Seek,
Is Part & Parcel of Making,
Disparate becomes one in Baking,
Words discover Ideas from Chaos,
Which once divulged ascend a Dais,
Where there's a means, sharing the Discovery,
Am I awfully alone in witnessing a Delivery?
The only one in the world,
To see your newborn unfurled?
A little while ago, I was in lonely storage,
Now suddenly, besieged by conviction courage!
Broadcasting the heretofore unknown,
Can tear asunder in violent gust blown,
It's Warhol 15 Minutes of Fame,
That can distort my humble Name,
Why is there a systematic flaw in sharing?
In that I may lose an aspect of caring!
Honor is an enormous if unintended risk,
Ego soufflé corrodes the self bisque,
An unsuspected, foolishly lost, treasure,
Uninstinctual, unmatched in measure,
Is Keeping the Lid securely, safely On,
Preserving my Inner Self Hidden!