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Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles.
a meandering focal point tourist with no yen for one spot or one task.
As for me the fault-prone narrator I had comic book deficits too.
Pulitzer Prize petty fog pinpoint, fastidious fat head by gum!
At the hearth of this tale is a chemistry prep that was doomed from an innocent outset.
It was aptly enough “Anodyne,” this soon to be splitting head bushfire.
From uproarious weighing scale howlers, to starter material gaffes, to say nothing of sequential missteps, Mount Everest blunders galore.
Our ill-fitting glassware threw tantrums, miscellaneous beaker’s burst dams, reactants rose up, a calamitous farce, they shed buckets of organic stuff down the sink.
For all my precision I seemed a right goof with this risible maximum brownie point fetish.
My beautiful dreamer close comrade who by turns Walter Mitty pale stand-in now immune to chaotic abandon at large.
That accident-prone other pal
would be every insurer’s worst nightmare.
Nearby class mates could barely restrain widespread glee at us laughing stock hapless quaint bunch.
The poor teacher in charge had a seizure, quite gormless, green faced and gobsmacked.
“I wonder what next can go wrong.”
“Quite frankly I shudder to think as you merry buffoons soldier on.”
This thunderstruck teacher was known as the “doyen of do it right down to the dottiest detail.”
After a humorous pause his eyeballs rotate in jocular mode then made a ginormous grand gesture.
“Put this jinx ridden self-destruct day in some tuck away memory file.”
“Write a one page report, say the gremlins prevailed and I’ll give you an average mark.”
“For goodness sakes don’t blow this offer like you’ve nearly blown
up my whole group.”
On an ironic note “doyen do it right” gave a brief safety course start of term.
It seemingly fell on deaf ears.
I’ll be blowed as my parents once said when life took a damned awful turn.
We three “Einsteins” in technical garb almost were, blowed that is!
Posted ; 11th January 2022
the word of God is spoken with awesome power
every day, every night, every minute and every hour
the word of God speaks about your true destiny
the purpose in life that God has chosen just for thee
yet many people feel like their lives just don't count
they see their existence as being an insignificant drought
but what many people need to understand
is that for them God has a master plan
God knew of you before you were conceived
God knew of you before you were even perceived
the Lord God is very aware of each and everything
and for you He has a destiny that you need to glean
God has moved in history, He always been about
He's the creator and there's no reason to have any doubt
just don't underestimate God's capability
and don't undermine His authority
for the Lord God always will be the main and focal point
He's full of grace and mercy and has the power to anoint
the word of God will always be the ultimate power source
and you need for it to be your ultimate guiding force
remember you serve a god of unconditional love
so don't think for one minute that you're not good enough
remember God is the father the true source of your birth
remember He knew of you before you appeared on this earth
there's no need to be angry nor to be mad at yourself
God gave you a set of instructions full of spiritual wealth
so take that useless anger and turn it into godly praise
give Him all the thanks with your hands proudly raised
God knew of you before your inception
God knew of you before your conception
God does not make mistakes, He wanted you to live
you're no accidental birth and to you He has a gift to give
He wants to give you His love, power and a sound mind
and a unique blessing for you to discover in time
an anointing on you God will bestow
just allow the Spirit inside of you grow
be patient and wait on your passionate gift to manifest
as a disciple and faithful servant believe that you are now blessed
you're destined for greatness no matter what you might have heard
remember God is the final authority and He always keeps His word
now go out and discover God's predestined purpose for your life
and be glad that He appointed you to be a child of the Lord Christ
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Poet’s Note: One of the last strong-holds of joint-family system, India, is breaking up. Old-parents, all-alone in lonely homes, have become a common sight. This poem depicts the fate of one such lonely mother.
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Two sons, one far across the continents,
His visits rarer than of a Blue Moon—
With some gifts to garnish his rustled guilt,
To cover up for time seldom given.
Another next-door close, and too far still,
Cared for money more than his old mother,
Parents he felt a needless burden were,
And incongruent with spirit of time,
He’s keen to sell her memory-filled house,
And place her in care of an old age home.
Both did well know what their mother wanted:
The one— far-off— hoped, she’d appreciate
That he can’t be home more often than now,
Both felt, their compulsions made immense sense.
Their visits dried like a helpless river
Handicapped by dams, much irrigated,
Her own concerns remained confined to her,
And left to fend for her fate long fated,
She aged fast trying to wipe own tears.
Age is no child of time, but faulting years.
Time was, not in a far off horizon
When children piled on mother’s ample bed,
Evening sun sliding through slotted windows,
She a rare focal point of their young life—
Childish cares, complaints, concerns, bed-time tales,
But that seemed like ancient time too far gone,
No use she thought hankering for spent time,
Now reduced to fragile vague memories!
Soon an old age home was lined up for her,
Her neighbours shaking incredulous heads.
It was of little practical use still,
For, no one had the time to intervene.
She was even taken there for a feel,
Perhaps to make the future shock less mean;
An old inmate showed her expensive shawl
Her son had sent, which, as a parcel came,
A telegram-like note and that was all;
Her wrinkled fingers on shawl, but what shame!
As she tried hard her hurt feelings to hide,
Best gift is time, she seemed to say as cried.
Time once was, richer her fabric of life,
Of late if life were rife, it was with strife! ________________________________________
Happenings | 08.03.2017 |
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
how does one sustain and retain spiritual revival
to go to the next level and have spiritual survival?
how do you move higher and increase your faith
and not regress nor become stagnant?
we need to be saturated in God's holy word
read the basic instructions before leaving earth
if you can't seem to understand the manual of God
how can you know your purpose in life or even where to start?
we're all in this world trying to make some sense
dealing with reality hoping not to get warped nor bent
know your basic instructions before leaving earth
be aware of what it is that God wants you to know first
when reading His manual in order for everything to turn out right
you must follow the basic principles sent down from the Kingdom of Light
we always get in trouble whenever we veer from God's hands
we always have to struggle when we don't follow His master plan
but for the grace of God, but for His will
but for His mercy that you are here still
you can tell much about some people by how they maintain the Lord's temple
it's a way to measure their faith and obedience, plain and simple
so stop worrying about worldly possessions forget all of that stuff
don't be a slave to material things that can't help when life gets too rough
don't worry about what you have nor what you think you own
for all you see belongs to God, the Kingdom and the throne
it's a matter of trust, it's about putting God first
it's about reading the basic instructions before leaving earth
to grow in your faith just study the Word every day
and stand on It's foundation for It will guide your way
advance in godly spirit and discover your true worth
by reading your basic instructions before leaving earth
you're a child of Christ so exult and edify the Lord
use the Holy manual and all will be in accord
yes, the Bible is required for it's the focal point
It's the prerequisite for one to get anoint
for the Bible is the primary source for spiritual preparation
It's the guiding light to spiritual revelation
so read and study God's manual and develop a powerful thirst
for reading the Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth
Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with a bad intention crested on his chest,
I could not picture his face but could see him so well.
As his tongue kiss and lick,
high voltage current crossed my cheek.
the wet flexible muscle moved quite oblique,
then every action from now on seem to click,
causing sensation so quick,
I suddenly became helpless, weak and sick.
He trade his plight on site,
causing hormonal sparks to ignite,
not considering if he is wrong or right,
becoming more real and clean in my sight,
my increasing arousal, making the moment bright.
His groans made the feeling mutual,
producing pleasure beyond the normal ritual,
and making his movement on me so casual,
cupped my Breast to make the feeling factual,
squeezing them like a newly baked dough,
wheezing sounds emerging from my passionate screams,
and making my freezing feet jerk as he plays with the nipples.
Then down the road he goes to my shin,
spreading my legs made the sensation immeasurable,
the gradual heat from his romancing hand, simply unspeakable,
summed up with his commanding domination like a constable,
began an erotic scene so irresistible,
and since I am already grossly susceptible,
I yielded to his masculine touch as though already compatible.
Steadily and slowly, he drives through to my thighs like a convertible,
causing a body rhythm and sensation so explicable.
Caressing them gently as I wished,
reaching the focal point made me feel accomplished,
hoping to treat my secret garden with a mood so selfish,
making it his possession and ecstasy fully nourished,
complimented with a fantasy already established
As he was about penetrating like a beam,
I already reached the next level and ready to swim,
as real as this experience may seem,
I immediately woke up to realize it was just a dream
TO THE PUBLISHER
>
> I read and find your request intriguing
> you ask for bizarre tales for your book
> and I’m cheerfully ecstatic and disposed
> to send you a particularly special poem
> in which you will find yourself taking center stage.
>
> I know you and your dreams
> I will send you what you’re due
> but first I must prepare
> to dare to feed your need.
>
> You will be the story
> for you will make a great hero
> of this tale of gut wrenching woe
> this eerie tale will be well-calculated
> to keep you locked in your room
> locked and barred, awash in a sea of dread and gloom
> It will be a great test of my surgical skills
> you will be the focus of this narrative!
>
> I foresee the focal point for this body slicing tale
> the extinguishing of your life
> all in gruesome detail it will be the rage
> because it will be you!
>
> You will love it!
> I can’t wait to begin my plan
> all with your perfect body in mind
> look for me in your imaginings, as
> they turn from fancy dreams to bloody screams
>
> At some time in the darkest of nights unbeknownst to you
> I will come to your bed in all my glory
> hauling my tools of pain to butcher and dismember your body
> I will give release to my sadistic side
>
> I will create your desired perfect tale of horror,
> bit by bit, piece by surgically-removed piece
> it will be the bizarre account you have been asking for
> and it will be perfection
>
> My goal will be to give you a great show
> with a bloody exhibition of how
> to slowly extinguish a life
> all in its gruesome detail.
>
> I will tape it
> so everyone can see how carefully and deliciously
> I prepare your individual guts, cook and eat them
> I’ll bet you’re real tasty
>
> It will be you and only you
> you will love it!
> I can’t wait to execute my plan
> exclusively with you in mind
>
> Wait for me in your dreams
> as they turn to gory nightmares
> when sometime on the darkest of nights
> I will crawl into your mind
> and create my masterpiece —
YOU!
A corner, a place that's often unseen.
A peripheral spot, could be where two walls.
convene.
It's a vantage point, from which we can see,
the world around us, in a new degree.
A corner can be, a place to hide.
A spot to take refuge, from the world outside.
It could be a space to pond'er, to intospect,
at this nook, to drink of, think of
sort through thoughts inc.
and emotions to sync at the brook
of reflecting pool of converging things.
A corner can also, be a place of warmth.
Where we snuggle up,
and feel secure from harm th.
It's a cozy book end and spine,
where we can relax and unwind,
And renew our spirit, till peace we find.
A guidestone throne womb bones made of mental.
bones.
In a corner, of our mind, our little aftermat trace,
of abstract designs (of the Divine)alone.
A retreat from fast-paced race.
It's a spot to recharge, and to revive,
at the four winds face.
A corner is more, than just a place,
It's a metaphor, for life's little home plate.
A peripheral jut, where we can find peace,
and piece it as from meal to completed
Eureka puzzle, masterpiece.
So if you're feeling lost, and in need of rest,
just find a corner, and let your worries divest.
Take a moment to pause, and to recharge
at the collective commune of connectivity.
You may come out, stronger from the grounded
blueprint of schematic symmetry.
Taste a little corner of Heaven in the things
that impendly depend on the mystery
of a focal point periphery of convexity
complexity
bulge of converging point of urge
at its thinking place, from mini complex city-path
Sanctuary of
space.
'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference,
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I jinggled overtone,
Did questioned me for such unpleasant tone,
But my answer comes unfold,
Making her look silly,I broke into laughter,
'So you're happy of yourself not being caring',
she kept on exclaiming my name aswell,
"......alright,please let me know frankly for now if I'm not your class girl,
"After all,I can guess you've gotten a new lover in there",
On aboard,I felt pictures of funny and amusing statement as she said,
Being the focal point,I replied as such to her,
"Kindly make me proud beautiful lady as the day goes by,
...only on the goal of accepting those proposals from that beloved guy" ,
'Thanks to God we're no more as lovers',that was her voice,
"....be in search of me never from anyone now onwards",
she added such a subtle context,
Ever since we met as friends was there a moment I said to her about a precept,
"My love for you is of God's unconditional love,
Don't set on sexual segregation",
Thoughtfully,diligence wasn't tactfully highlighted by her intention,
Beneath the bowl's cover,she grabbed that portion as merely,
In as much as she went ahead throwing jabs at me,
A vital integration against her module of thinking set in,
But her promiscuous attitude never scored her sence of dignity,
Proving my kind,made her go bananas,
"Fool,stupid guy......you!"
Vomited out all these to me with contempt,
Preventing alienation and imperialism,
I gave her a dose of self repent,
'Don't be as a Muppet organism',
Adding this tuned her into a groaning lion,
As time went on from the tick of grumble,
Shame unto you dearly,
....huuuu...our love is inseperable',
she said with densely,
Putting on a tortured garment,
I became less feisty before a firmament,
Grooving within this scope,
she spotted my vibes but never killed a coach,
It was all a dream!
There's a moment everyday where we choose to listen to love or ignore its cry.
Though ignoring it gets easier when we don't even try.
We get so caught up in our own lives that we no longer endear.
Everyday we need to love ourselves and also our peers.
And to care about what's living in the world and not possessing things of the world.
Theres no victory at the end, for the most money someone has gained.
Only being alone with all the possessions that was strived to obtain.
All the while, having life wasted on things that clearly don't matter.
After all, it will be left behind with whatever was our stature.
Before its realized,a little too late,
Take time to love someone and someone's love, appreciate.
If were not willing to love one another, how can we expect a change?
By doing nothing, everything remains the same.
If we don't allow love to drive us, then evil gladly will.
There's plenty of vacancies awaiting love that we need to instill.
As time pushes us along, we continue to develop our own self-distractions.
We're becoming slaves of the world, instead of having love steer our every action.
Consequently, evil's tree of hate continues to grow.
And as long as we're helping it pollinate, then hate will bestow.
We all have a part in how the world blossoms.
To be a benefit, we need to look at ourselves and weed out the problems.
Once we rid ourselves of whats choking our soul,
Then love has room to spread and it's good will surely grow.
Unfortunately, love has been sadly pushed to the wayside.
It's even deemed ludacris and only in our mind.
Contrarily, love is meant to be the focal point of our lives.
And to do what's right knowing God is by our side.
Let's not allow satan to lure us into his game.
For it will only bring hardship and a life full of pain.
Some things of beauty is based solely on deception.
Like an oleander, so alluring, but has deadly poison in its possession.
In order for the radiance of love to flourish, it needs us to convey.
By us being it's vessel, and allowing it to guide our way.