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No sooner shall we break
Never better for when time shall come
Never a moment for to await
A little gadget savvy we have all become
If it ain’t a mobile piece
Shall then a comps or a laptop
A tablet perhaps for emails receive
With never a need to ever spare a thought
Google it... go surf the net
Information at the touch of your fingertips
Complaints becoming that of lack
A lesser being to be humane where humanity slips
Stupidity hiding behind every smarter phrase
Intellectuals becomingly more contain then open
Life endeavors a little lesser more to chase
Embracing that of company yet to be lonesome
We have forgotten how to live
Mutual understanding no longer for two
Have we the technology to believe?
When living life can really be cool?
.
Oh my
to be blessed to
watch
their pink swell out
Ahhh
yesss
to witness their
explode
Mine excite
each the time
mine duke's digits
tickled
Softly touched
mine close to the touch
snifff
ahhh
yessss
Oh yesss
to witness their
explode
Such theirn
pretty
bold
*if'n y'all dig the "pussy willow tree", [Andrea Dietrich dear; this iz why PS
especially the French "pink" willow, allows *]
I then direct you to the passage to
find the word choice in title "pussies"....Ask Google; what part uv the
Pussy Willow tree is "the pussy"?
you'll find mine "pussies" ,}
*"peek in c'mon"; 2/7/2024
My^write here on PS...it ex-
plainz: "Phuk" ;) .....I'm think'n y'all will enjoy
the write vide supra now
with this know ,)
Donald Trump has 306 electoral votes and Hillary Clinton has 232.
Hillary's supporters are causing violence and that is a lousy thing to do.
Her supporters claimed that Trump's supporters would cause violence if he lost.
Now Hillary's supporters are doing the exact same thing because they're crossed.
This hasn't been like an election, it has been like a circus.
Trump won fair and square and the rioting and violence fill me with disgust.
Google and CNN are hiding the fact that Donald Trump won the popular vote as well as the electoral.
But with 74 more electoral votes than Hillary, it's not surprising and this violent behavior is immoral.
Because of Trump's Triumph, Hillary's supporters are having a fit.
Trump won the election and the rioters need to grow up and get over it.
Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry
Some days I live, some days I die
Sometimes I stand tall, sometimes I fall
Then I pace the floor, then I pound the wall.
Give me relief from the towering grief
The harrowing pain when we speak your name
Oh how we miss you, how we miss you, how we miss you,
Little One.
Some days I'm weak, seldom am I strong
Some days I wonder is it worth going on
Some days it hits you and some days it's me
Some days we're drowning in a merciless sea.
Give me belief from the towering grief
The harrowing pain when we speak your name
Oh how we miss you, how we miss you, how we miss you,
Little One.
It would take a lifetime and then some, I know
To talk of all the things we miss
And you could have that lifetime and all I have to show
For one more goodnight kiss.
How could it come to this?
Where do we go, what do we do
When all of our dreams were centered on you
We're living out the heartache in dark misery
The photographs of you the way you used to be
Give me relief from the towering grief
The harrowing pain whispering your name
Oh how we miss you, how we miss you, how we miss you,
Little One.
(Written as a tribute to the baby born to my parents who died at just 6 months. Years before I was born but never forgotten now)
HEAR THIS SUNG IN CONCERT ON YOUTUBE- LITTLE ONE. LOUIS SPENCE
HEAR ME SING THIS. GOOGLE 'AMERICANA GUISBOROUGH 15th APRIL 2014'.
THANK YOU.
When urinating into the toilet bowl...
yours truly (me) could not help but notice
while living social at various residences
within Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
the following described phenomena
actually observed quite some time ago
maybe back during
my carefree boyhood days of yore
that the uncontrollable spurt
analogous to a golden arch
of micturition arcing
toward parts unknown
(frequently missing the target altogether,
and wetting the seat
subsequently displeasing the next person
more often than not the missus,
who sits upon wet porcelain goddess)
initially issuing from out
my diminutive male member,
(even when fully erect,
no longer than
a small walking stick
for a lucky leprechaun),
when said jet stream
makes splashy contact
affecting fountainhead into pissoir,
whereby a bathroom
tchotchke of Atlas shrugged,
which non verbal reaction spoke volumes,
the direction water got flushed within potty
subsequently clearly described
a clockwise pattern
whooshing within the labyrinth
eventually getting routed
to wastewater treatment plant
at least here within the bowels
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
Actually even after flushing,
or using the sink to wash hands,
the water also drained
mimicking rotation of second
or minute hands of analog time pieces.
After finding myself
flush with excitement
presuming I discovered
some great earth shaking revelation,
a Google search quickly
and immediately chastened
premature ejaculation of excitement
that yours truly stumbled
upon magnificent phenomena
and matter of factly explained
the direction a toilet flushes,
whether clockwise or counterclockwise,
primarily determined
by the design of the toilet bowl
and the water jet's direction,
not by the Earth's rotation
(Coriolis force), which often mistakenly
believed to be the cause;
meaning the flush direction
can vary even within the same hemisphere
due to different toilet designs,
not necessarily consistent
with the "clockwise
in the Northern Hemisphere" myth.
"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring" ~ myself, today, as SoCal gets its first rain of the season, and Anonymous, to give credit where it is due
Little tyke,
hold on, before you ride off on your bike.
If you'd like,
I will explain something insane.
It's called rain.
You are young and I am old,
and so, you must do what you are told.
Yes, that's what I say.
You think it's the other way?
It's just that you were born right here,
in Los Angeles or very near,
in Southern California.
That is why I warn ya,
there's something you've not yet seen,
a liquid like what's in the washing machine,
something that should make you think,
something a kid like you would never drink.
We covered that already - I'm not insane.
You can Google it. It's called rain.
It falls from the sky in a vertical path.
Gravity's involved. There's lots of math,
and often when the wind is blowing,
and along a slanted path it's going,
you must ditch your bike and then start rowing,
as rivulets of water flowing,
send you sailing. There's no way of knowing,
which way the current may be going,
due in part to reasons owing
to nature's special gift bestowing,
which plants use to do their growing,
unless it freezes. Then it's snowing.
But in L.A. we don't believe in snow.
It's just a myth - just so you know.
It's something they use in corny Christmas tales.
So, don't bother with those details.
Back to rainwater, which disappears, like magic, into the earth,
that ball we live on of massive girth...
When rain rises up and puddles,
it invariably befuddles
little creatures known to squirm.
Of course, by that, I mean worms,
which come floating up in sorrow,
because they'll be dry and dead tomorrow.
One good thing about rain - it sloshes.
As your mother advises, wear your galoshes.
I'd like to thank you for your attention, son.
My lecture on precipitation is quite done.
Now, go out and have some fun.
The new normal is the weirdest game in town.
If I was out there at all, I’d wear my mask all around.
I have been sheltered in place since March, to the store twice.
I have not seen my grandchildren, or thrown casino dice.
The new normal is a division in my family incredibly wide.
One not liking the USA dictator, another ignoring his dangerous stride.
We are barely speaking, for the red and blue is tearing us apart.
We have forgotten to be nice to each other, or kind in our heart.
The new normal is seeing everyone on visual, working from homes.
Being on Zoom and Google Meet, but having more time to write poems.
Not seeing friends has given me extra time to work on my canvases too.
I spend many hours choosing the right purples, pinks, yellows and blues.
The new normal at first seemed weird to understand, but I opted for healthy.
I have not been to a store in seven weeks, and my bank account is wealthy.
I am paying down my house much faster than I ever expected with extra money.
So this pandemic has had a few side benefits that for me have been kind of a honey.
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(Laminin is a cell adhesion protein. This laminin holds us together, keeps us from coming
apart..This protein is the shape of a cross..Read Colossians 1:16-17 especially concentrate
on the last of verse 17...Type in Laminin and look at all the information about it then go to
Louie Giglio on YouTube and look at some of his presentations...This is great material)
Artist Verious
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Fluttering Tougne
Concerto, Concerto, Concerto
Me buscas para ser tu
quieres mi amor
pero estás en
el camino
ya no me recuerdas
la soledad
es un asunto triste
no puedo esperar
a estar
contigo
de nuevo
Anata wa watashi o anata no mono ni ai to watashi no ai o motomete iru demo anata wa tabi ni dete iru mo watashi no koto o oboeteinai no? Kodoku wa kanashi mono mata anata to issho ni i rareru no ga machikirenai
í, día de gira
no teníamos miedo
ahora necesitamos tiempo
para escapar
mientras nos dejamos llevar por nuestros
recuerdos
de odas a la alegría y las lágrimas
degustando vinos preciados
de nuestros primeros años
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Dark shadows akin to edge of night
affected by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
(scientific name as
same itty bitty
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarmed
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia,
well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1.Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another home-made trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.