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Shucking Evil In Favor Of Good...
(courtesy of tasseled colonel corny maise aye aire)
Challenge more difficult than threading
camel thru eye of needle, hence catchy title
scotched, and I aim to endeavor and steer
away from task surpassing
defying gravity clear,
nonetheless (sorry), I still hotly air
glomming pablum attesting ill
success while sitting
in this wooden hard backed chair
oft times a means to leap bajillion
miles, cuz yours truly doth despair
one composite primate being forged care
fully vis a vis from carbon based life
je ne sais quoi essence Earthenware
composed, whether flora or fauna,
one species, sans latter, whose fanfare
of self importance don, trumpet
white out blinding search lights glare
ring essentially making grist for mockery,
parody travesty, etc shady spectacle
buzzfeeding nothing of pinterest to hear
blabbering blaring blather most teeny
tiny in utero homunculus hazardous heir
to the porcelain throne
faulty genes impair
ability to reign reduced
to basket of deplorable
what, particularly as
one benighted longhair
pencil necked geek refused treatment,
(cuz preexisting condition) by medicare
not covered, thus accursed
imp of the pervert
resigned to toss in hat
unsuspecting nightmare,
and run for political office
touting offering nuclear
weapon to every man,
woman and child
additionally larding couture
to design outerwear
housing protective
missile deflecting capacity,
which article designed by
Penn students, yes a bit
elaborate what with
doodads, thingymajigs,
and whatchamacallits
they (especially Eden)
did amazingly overengineer,
but, what the hey, now
the prophesied armageddon
answered courtesy
oven entrepreneurial pair
two peas in a pod, which
success stories ain't *****,
where Ivy League University
flush with funds to bolster
any promising idea, yea
even full body pod suited rainwear.
We all must attend the university of adversity
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of our story will be found in the difficulty!
We all must attend the University of Adversity.
We grow through the process of irritation
We mature as we grow through the process of irritation
We become a gem through the process of irritation
It is a principle of our life on this planet
Through irritation
The Kingdom of God will expand in us
Through irritation
The message of the Kingdom of God will influence our territory
Paul understood this very well and His growth was phenomenal
We grow through the process of irritation
We mature as we grow through the process of irritation
We become a gem through the process of irritation
We all must attend the university of adversity
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of our story will be found in the difficulty!
We all must attend the University of Adversity.
Copyright 2024
If a day starts/ ends without me,
I would be totally happy and free
Free from worries and anxieties
Temptations and negativities
The world is temporary
Life has to be returned
No regrets to be carried on
For eternal offers more
I Have been in this world long before
And I thought my purpose was done for
Though not sure what it takes me for
Trusting his will to lead me to that door
Glad I was here to be with you
Spending moments from the day and through
Fights and hurting feelings a test of pro
In dealing with things smoothly and true
Forgiveness is laid out for you
Forgive me for not speaking it to you
Deep in my heart, I engraved it with love
May heaven bless you more my love
A sinner should humbly ask
Forgiveness from your heart
Failings and incapacity that troubled your heart
My dear, I do not know how to start
Courage I should have summon
Fears should have been outcast
Creativity should have been cultivated
But I was and always not a perfect one
Blessed I was with you
To match and be compatible with you
You deal the things from here and fro
To which I do not like to do
I thank all the people surrounding me
A gift or a blessing for me
Measure them in any of their length
But for me, they serve my very strength
Bless all those who desire Peace and happiness may they acquire
This humble servant who longs and cry
May God bless all your heart’s desires.
The wait is over, or maybe
there was never a wait
A time to pull your pencil and
pad and illustrate
Create your masterpiece in this realm of 3D
Sweetly usher your dreams into reality
All the times you looked at them in their time
And oh, how you pleaded and cried, "When will
it be mine?"
But how could it be yours when it's theirs?
To be prudent is to flee from others' affairs
But quietly and somewhat balky, you travailed
You had no idea that soon and very soon you
would prevail
So look no more, your time has come
Only look back to give thanks for the distance
you've traveled from
Anguished pained introvertedness
choked, immobilized, paralyzed...
rigor mortis frozen state held sway
over mine adolescent body as if...
scared to death upon unavoidable
close encounter (perhaps maybe
third time within same number of
days), sans wretched mortified
inevitable orbit, this bodily Earth-
ling on trajectory to intersect app
roach ching young pretty thang
invoking atavistic stir of echoes
invariably prayed for golden glo-
bull opportunity caught unaware
this thunderstruck, lovestruck,
dumbstruck, nerdy kid, suddenly
emotionally blindsided for naked
lunch aflame with unspeakable
embarrassment rendering me to
blush the color of port wine, yet
miserable cowardice overtook me
the stunning aesthetic of female
attraction totally oblivious dweeb
experienced head over heels heart
stopping pang of primal hunger
(game to spill forth endearments)
simply nonplussed, transfixed,
predicated...by beguiling, enticing,
intoxicating...vision before these
brown eyes (despite myopia), who
diverted stone faced countenance
within fleeting second, when risk
into uncomfortable zone (asphyxia
more welcomed at that moment),
when likelihood of rejection out
bid any feeble attempt to muster
even a broken smile, which oft re:
curr ring defeat summoning forth
even a meek utterance rents mine
psyche asunder even to this living
instant, where flashbacks remind
this sensate being, asper the scent
of a young woman countless times
ideal circumstance left to wither on
figurative vine suppressed vitality
stunting psychological branching
developing only withering shoots,
forever atrophied, gnarled, tangled...
constricting functioning, warranting
a machete to clear cut dead growth!
Earth is sleeping. It is dreaming in silent
technicolour peaceful and alone, calm and
gentle without the tragic crush of mankind
and its usual stampede. Nature noticed it
slowly - having time to stretch, to breathe,
to open its eyes wide and bright and luscious
away from smoke steam and smog. The sky is blue, clear.
Rivers are lapping, gently. Birds fly above in chorus.
The moon can be seen waving twinkling and white.
Earth is resting its patchwork body, its tissue of
grass and pores made from the exhales of trees.
Its legs are growing hairy, left wild and unshaven.
This time of solitude and watery reflection
is repairing habitats and watering oceans -
replenishing nature, whilst strengthening us.
It’s morning… slowly.
I’m fine,
A real fine thing
(Small miracle, luck,
Whatever).
A hard night costs, we know
Hours that lengthen forever
Between dreams
We don’t remember
(But we know).
Little by little
I'm better though-
Sun's wrapping warmth
About me (in ways
Old hands know),
Soothing nightmares,
Working out kinks.
Like a river,
Or a lover’s voice.
I’m getting better.
(Can’t get worse).
Coffee’s brewing, stocking
Up scents of optimism.
Kitchen’s nice, hand's busy
(I’m repenting) cuz it's heavy
The thing I said
Before dawn, what was it?
Screw it! Coffee's done,
And how large these
Distortions can look
Before it.
Go read your book
About beauty as forms
We hadn't guessed-
(Wizard without knowing).
And I’m better,
Through hands shaking,
Faint smiles and soft aching.
To know what all fades,
And I have this one thing,
Just this little thing
(To savor).
Was this the apple,then,your mother's breast,
Which father thought was his to oft caress?
And when ,in deprived rage,you bit to test
In return he vowed to ever you harass.
At this you learned that you could hate as well,
For punishment struck blows to your small heart.
Your memory, when wordless,could not ,tell;
Though pain and anguish made your soft skin smart.
As unknown as the journey to your birth.
As shocking as the grief of unmeant wrong..
As frightening as the gauging of your worth
As sudden as the ending of a song.
Impossible to foretell or to prepare,
The dangers to our breaking hearts lie there.
For days and days the Professor would stay at Bingo Mountain. He meet people who brainwashed him into evil.ell respected, he'd lead the cause against tainted honey: now he make a batch of Carmel to add to the corny sweet syrups to fool a public into thinking they had purchase the best. Not only that he had developed a hideous habit. Eating the larvae and wasp and honey bees that he
had cultivated for study and breeding. It's said that he asked a chef to mix a fruity cocktail of nectar and wasps that he might devour them. A scientist there was world renewed, he had developed a potion that could change a moral man into a Hercules type person. They developed the Nectar of the Jupiter !
He had only to completely change his diet and had his blood filtered by a machine that recreated him into asuper human. Vile and wicked he became. One day The Shadowy Demon who had purchased his soul told
him he would be leaving never to be seen again. He gave him paper that made The Professor the ceo of Bingo Mountain and all his business ventures. Pollen Grafting machines and Pollen collectors would make him a richer person.Then he stood before the Professor and said " Never believe you ever met me:I am as strange to you as the day we met!" than he vanished into thin air!
Cultivating habits that promote personal growth, well being and an overall quality of life.
" Ripples in stream, where the moss covered slippery rocks are the only things beneath your feet!" " in I love the new me:such an affirmation cements the bonification of my need to love: I do love me so much!" Then he spoke to his new position: "sacred I stand ilmortal ,me among the Muses,Mnemosyne, the ancients shall remember me through there Muses until they bend there knees in submission!" "I am the solvent to all questions of art and science< I am the then< the now and future of both a model to stand through the ages!" He stood there
laughing: his evil laugh!
From Inspiration of a Hero
writtem by:Stem and Kirsch Fortissimo
for Bold and Powerful Sound Inc.
Story Music/ Drama-Animation
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
the animated series
Jean Jinglers
and platform Shoes
Recall the bike trip to Tennessee Valley
Remember the boat made of driftwood
I held in my hand the salty wet sand
How sand slips between fingers
How much was lost since he was little
When I was full of his helplessness
When he was a toddler clumps fell
As he grew into a boy and missed me less
I felt the grains of sand slip through
I envisioned him as a teenager
So little left of in that hourglass
As an adult in college, a little more fell
If he is lucky to find someone to marry
And his sand is held in someone’s hand
Mine will have reduced to grains
While my head grows frosty white
I dusted off these empty, cracked hands
Sticky pale sands between old fingers
Back to the car with my son, took off my shoes
Shook off the rocks and grains hidden in cracks
I realize now losing is an illusion
There’s always something holding on
Each grain was a reminder to remind me
Each precious moment is easily discarded
Still, the salty sand held onto me
A remainder of what is still here
When childhood slips into manhood
And I’m still holding on to the past
To the memory of that bike ride
To that boat that never floats
Ever forgetting, ever lasting