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Technologies

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?
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member pretty Phuk'n pussies

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                        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 ,)

Trump's Triumph

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.
Form: Rhyme

LITTLE ONE

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.
Form: Elegy

When urinating into the toilet bowl

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.


Premium Member It's Called Rain

"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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The New Normal

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Google Laminin

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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)
Form: Shape

Spiccato-Bo-Cal

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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Tout va bien
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Form: Ballad

Besieged By Fruit Flies

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.

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