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I sing the praises of Sterilite
(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,
most notably Sauerkraut,
which is fermented white cabbage.
Additionally, "Kraut"
can be a derogatory slang term
for Germans, similar to how "Frogs"
used for the French,
according to The Guardian).
which accolades vocalized
on behalf of a company
whose sturdy products
helped transform the wife
from a potential candidate
of Hoarders buried alive
into a rival for the Odd Couple
neatnik character Felix Unger
though room for improvement
the spouse tries to abide
by the phrase
"a place for everything
and everything in its place"
an idiom that promotes
organization and orderliness,
where maximizing the space
afforded by a one bedroom apartment
here at Highland Manor
taught us the necessity
of maintaining an ever closer approximation
to becoming the reigning queen
of spic and span
affected by the mandates of management
(reinforced by dictates
of urban housing for low income
linkedin to yearly "violations")
toward instilling acquiring
"the model tenant award"
by regular inspections
which if I ruled the world
would include a month of free rent
as an extra incentive
leaving no room
for the likes of Oscar Madison,
which objective becoming
neat and tidy truth be told
finds me relishing living
according to the gospel
of several people offering
decluttering and organization methods
similar to Marie Kondo's KonMari approach,
focusing on simplifying and creating
a more joyful living space.
Some notable figures
include Gretchen Rubin,
known for her
"Outer Order, Inner Calm"
philosophy, and The Home Edit duo,
Clea Shearer and Joanna Teplin,
who emphasize visual organization.
Other methods, like Swedish Death Cleaning
and Peter Walsh's approach,
also offer alternative strategies
for decluttering and organizing one's home.
The next day BioWare may discharge the overall game Revise 1. 7 with regard to SWTOR. This particular area may expose 2 large brand new functions: Galactic Status and also the Artefacts from the Gree occasion.
Galactic Status offers gamers having a brand new development program. Through carrying out missions, they are able to generate status along with various in- online game factions. Because they progress with the 6 status rates for every faction, they will get access to steadily much better benefits. Status is actually discussed through just about all figures inside a provided Heritage, which means you will not need to do the actual mill throughout for every personality.
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The actual Artefacts from the Gree occasion transmits gamers in order to Ilum in order to discover an old starship. Right here, gamers will discover extremely sophisticated gear. They will additionally experience a strong brand new adversary from the middle of the actual charter boat. The big event may operate till Feb 26th, however BioWare states it'll come back regularly throughout every season.
In order to commemorate Revise 1. 7's upcoming discharge, BioWare sent a brand new truck. This showcases the minute-and-a-half associated with video footage in the Gree occasion. It is nearly time for you to observe you skill regarding your own status within SWTOR. Area 1. 7 is actually getting the brand new status program along with the brand new Artefacts from the Gree occasion towards the reside machines upon Wednesday, Feb twelfth. The actual upkeep eye-port for that area is actually 5 . 5 several hours, even though just like the majority of main areas, almost always there is the opportunity which it's going to operate just a little lengthier due to unexpected problems.
In the event that you've kept much more queries by what the actual status program may increase the online game, a current improvement weblog solutions individuals queries. Particularly, this particular area is not upward with regard to screening about the check server, perhaps to maintain the big event a little more of the solution. In any case, gamers can get to place their own on the job the actual modifications within just a few times, therefore prepare to visit over the universe and obtain a few props through galactic status.
Only at that year's Gamescom might SWTOR safe the actual reward since the greatest video game. The actual MMOG performs a lot more than 3, 000 many years prior to Darth Vader, inside a period once the Galactic Republic and also the Sith Empire had been inside a battle. The ball player may choose that aspect he is upon.
At first it had been stated which SWTOR within the Indonesia twenty two Dec can look. Right now BioWare as well as LucasArts introduced how the online game can look concurrently within The united states and choose Europe. Therefore German born gamers just possess till 20 12 ,. wait around prior to they are able to choose the actual destiny from the universe. This particular truck had been constructed about the E3 display within Birmingham as well as orbits round the MMOG SWTOR. Daniel Erickson, the actual Guide Author and therefore mainly accountable for the actual tale, clarifies the actual options that come with SWTOR. In contrast to additional MMORPGs, the actual manufacturers place this particular truth in an exceedingly powerful tale.
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SWTOR requires their gamers within the world from the Celebrity Conflicts movie sequence. Gamers will discover on their own correct within the fight between your Jedi and also the Sith Head of the family once again. In route with the online game, you'll be able to enter passionate associations along with friend figures. Apart from creating players' organizations or even public sale homes, the right now pretty typical aspect in an enormous multiplayer video game (MMOG). Whilst gamers in several other areas from the online game are very free of charge within their options, the actual improvement facilities BioWare formerly restricted the actual feasible close ties in order to heterosexual associations. Just based on an in depth dialogue within the discussion boards from the video gaming neighborhood from BioWare introduced within Sept in order to modify their state along with among the following improvements.
There's nevertheless absolutely no recognized day for that lovemaking liberalization from the Celebrity Conflicts world introduced, but nonetheless sufficient the actual information through BioWare in order to trigger the actual demonstration from the Loved ones Investigation Local authority or council (FRC) in the usa.
All hail thy – sweet – small – courtesies of life.
For smooth do they make the road of it.
Grace and beauty – they cut so deep not unlike a knife -
They beg all inclinations toward love at first sight.
Yes, ‘tis those courtesies which let the stranger in.
And those tones and mannerisms, they too have a meaning.
Oh - ‘tis a blessed thing,
One for which I could lose myself
To the honor of my aching.
I fear a heart which bears all to itself.
Oh yes, open – ‘lest it shut it all out.
So I ask, “Are not my eyes the scout
For which my heart journeys?
That vision, is it not flowing through my arteries
Bringing my heartbeat’s rhythm in tune?
Oh, let that beat be mine none too soon.”
With that said, she laid out her arm in front of me.
Taking hold of her fingers in my one hand, I aptly
Apply two fingers of my other hand to her wrist -
Firmly - and begin counting her heart's throb.
“One – two – three – four,” counting out aloud
Measuring each heartbeat as it happens –
Hoping to find the art of her fever.
I close my eyes as I continue to count – thinking –
There is no occupation in the world comparable
To feeling a woman’s pulse.
And when I had counted to twenty five
I looked up into her eyes and
At that instant I felt her pulse quicken.
She clutched my fingers tighter in the one hand
While pressing the wrist of her other hand
Harder into my account.
Is it possible for two to become one bone and flesh?
If that is true, what is everything else to become?
Sometimes yours while at other times the other has it?
All the while to be generally on par tallying up the score
As each of us permit the other to share in ourselves –
At least in as much as a man and a woman need to.
Not unlike a bag full of pebbles which started out jagged
And rough, with very little gleam.
Only ‘tis after being years in the bag together
Do the stones, having had many amicable collisions
Wearing down their angles and edges, do they
Become well rounded and smooth with the brilliance
Of their combined luster.
Nothing to either could have ever been
Accomplished alone.
She looks back into my eyes as she presses her wrist into me
and asks,
“How does it beat with you?”
Placing her hand on my neck I say,
“Feel for yourself -
‘Tis an improvement –
‘Tis my evidence.”
An Awful Harvest
I went a hike up to Wawa in Montalban and up the mountain roads. Here I was to go past the peaks of Mt Parawagan, Susong Dalaga and Mt Lagyo plus others. The road had been improved by engineers with trucks and plant equipment. I wanted to hike a big circle right back to the beginning. This was possible a few months ago but not now due to the building of the Pamitinan Dam. It will take four years to do this and flood a complete valley near the peaks. A guard told me no entry by the construction site. I talked to a head engineer and he told me more details. The dam will be eighty metres tall or deep more than the Kaliwa Dam of sixty four metres. These are big structures. Hikers wanted to hike from Wawa to Casili by the newly improved mountain roads but the dam construction stopped this. In time a new road will be built above the dam level replacing the old road. Even if the road is built in a year the dam will still be unfinished so still no entry.
I saw a sign saying beware of UXO Unexploded Ordnance. A local man told me about this, of how the military was looking for it and would defuse any found. His details matched much of what I’ve heard before, like finding shrapnel in the soil. The sign was for the road improvement and dam construction. Sleeping shells waited to knocked awake and kill.
The digger, bulldozer and plant drivers need to be paid danger money. No joke. The area they work on is a small part of a huge World War 2 battlefield. An awful harvest litters the land with unexploded ordnance being buried in the soil having not detonated. Mortars, shells, bombs and other things; these all need locating and safely defusing by the military.
People live in the area and many have found live or exploded shells. The live shells are complete and the spent ones are in varied sized pieces. On my hike up there I was given a piece of one five five millimetre shell from a local. This was in two parts, the biggest weighed many pounds. I estimate between one in four and six fired never exploded. On the stone mountains like Mt Lagyo the shells and bombs will explode on impact if the detonators are triggered. In soil covered peaks the shells can just dig in and don’t go off. The army went up to Mt Lagyo looking for unexploded ordnance. They found nothing.
If you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you,
if you don’t support gun rights,
you’re evil through and through,
if you don’t support gun rights,
then you can go get screwed,
if you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you.
John lived in the country
where work was hard to find,
how to earn a paycheck
was always on his mind.
He had a wife and children,
three other mouths to feed,
when he went on the hunt
it was with a real need.
Fifty pounds of deer meat,
all with a single shot,
meat for the whole winter,
improvement to his lot.
To buy that at a market
would cost hundreds of bucks,
so he targeted the deer
thankful for the good luck.
Marie was five foot one,
barely one hundred pounds,
and knew she was in danger
late at night on the town.
Some folks said, “Call the cops,”
but that took too much time,
she had to defend herself
from assholes with cruel minds.
They liked to target women,
hard for them to fight back,
they had the size and muscle
that most women did lack.
So in her purse she had
a thirty-eight waiting,
all who might target Marie
had a surprise coming.
Martin was a father
with quite much to protect,
he’d seen much in this life,
knew not what would come next.
But he had lost his mother
in a past robbery,
yet here in his own house
such things would never be.
A duty to protect them,
the job of any man,
if any didn’t like that
he didn’t give a damn.
So he kept a shotgun,
and knew its usage cold
to meet any scumbag
who came there feeling bold.
Hector loved his freedom,
his leaders, not so much,
he voted against them
but didn’t have much luck.
They took people’s rights away,
claimed, “For the common good!”
Started interfering with
things no one ever should.
Stole half of his money,
silenced his voice online,
turned their backs on hate mobs
with intentions malign.
Others were much like him,
with real things to defend,
and like great men before them
would bring this to an end…
If you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you,
if you don’t support gun rights,
you’re evil through and through,
if you don’t support gun rights,
then you can go get screwed,
if you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you.
Krakatoa Kritic #007
Let those comment who kill with soft words when they ‘get’ you!
Should we hold praise hostage, retreat when we can’t see
reciprocal giftings that laud what we write in return?
My take’s yours if you like it, still yours if you don’t, but
a gift I hope serves you! My joy’s to encourage,
not harm. This might be the sole poem I post here (1), that’s fine!
Let all praise what we glean, words hearts join with mind’s sinew
praise noticed or not as you pass, whistle ‘Dixie,’
fly all flags half-mast! Share your muse though I freeze, melt, or burn:
blow my top at poor rhymes, curse free verse! Friend, inhabit
your prose, don't let rhythm and rhyme be a bandage
that grafts a snake’s tail on a mouse! Sing! Canary in mine!
The “One and Only” Krakatoa Kritic #007
(1) By here, I mean on this ‘Krakatoa Kritic #007’ site. I will continue to post poems under my actual name. I will try to respond to all questions about any review. I will not review others' work on request but seek to reward those I see contributing to others' growth, whose poems and whose comments appeal to me.
PS: I have published quite a few poems on PoetrySoup now! And I’m grateful to all readers if they comment or not! I think, however, that numbered, anonymous comments that only PS could identify the author of would be a significant improvement to PoetrySoup’s much-appreciated site! Members can already delete any comment that offends them! In this spirit, look for comments from me, ‘Krakatoa Kritic #007,’ on this site, on your poem! All payments/bribes are acceptable but will not get you nothing though I am a gold-medal receiver. A more loving, healthy community is my primary goal. I will post my reviews of all poems on both PoemHunter and PoetrySoup. I hope this will increase your poem's readership, and draw new readers to poets on both sites.
Comments might be more efficacious if it was impossible to construe them to be solicitations to read the commenter’s poetry (on both PoemHunter and PS). There is enough false praise in the world.
I do not claim to have the ear of God! The poems and comments I offer on this site are my suggestions, hoping to help both sites to become even better servants of poetic expression. InshAllah!
("Pema", 2017, original pen and ink)
The Journey of Souls
Dogs make the ultimate example
Of a conditionable being,
And my deaf-dog buddy
Old Pema the Pug is no exception.
Meanwhile Buddhists of all faiths
Believe reincarnation effects us all
And involves the journey
Of a soul through countless lives,
The idea of improving our lot
Being central to life’s meaning,
Improvement which comes from the habit
Of accentuating the positive and eliminating
The negative, combined with deep insight
Into our true nature.
One way to do this is through meditation
And contemplation in a mindful way,
But the point is, it’s up to each of us to do.
So back to my pug.
Like I said he’s getting old,
But he’s still a best friend
And I’m sure I mean the world to him too
At least in the basic fact of how he’s bonded to me
In a way that’s sweet but
Also unfathomable.
This morning as I worked on a project
Building some closet shelves in my study
He came to hang out with me
And of all the soft spots available
Chose to take his place
On my meditation cushion
A spot he has over the years grown familiar with.
And it strikes me as a profound
Yet obvious fact that his conditioning
Is leading him to not only follow me
In this life,
But to set a course for his future lives
To improve his lot
Whether he knows it or not.
Maybe at some point I had a similar mentor.
I did flash once on seeing the dark soothing inside
Of an ancient Tibetan temple
From the edge of a wide open windowsill
High above the valley below,
And in the moment recognized
Something of the heart, something familiar
A point of some significance
Now matured in time
To something vastly different.
And the thought occurred to me
Perhaps I was a small bird then
Attracted to the place, perhaps simply
By a morsel of food,
But in the moment heard and felt
Something much more significant
Much more substantial and transformative.
Maybe it was a million years ago
In a different galaxy,
Maybe it was just a lifetime or two ago.
What does it matter
To the dreamer dreaming this now?
Like for my pug
Pursuing his own self interest life after life,
It makes all the difference,
And eventually becomes self evident
To mean everything.
(2/21/24)
Turn it around, Lord
Turn it around, O God in me
Turn it around give unto me
This is my mine moment
To be with you only, eternally
Turn it around, this is mine turn around season
I forsake myself, my sins I lay down my reason
I came through the womb wrinkle and moist;
Place in this world in my mother’s arms, didn’t have a choice;
O’ All Father rains down on us…
Was a seed planted in the earth of my mother?
I was turn around
I grow as I lived life in my sins;
Taught right and wrong, where do I begin?
O’ Elohim saw grace gave me Jesus;
So that I may live on, my life eternally;
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
What is the meaning of turnaround?
A turnaround is about to complete change in me
My opinion, attitude, method of life bout’ to change to be
Touch me now, I receive you now, O’ Lord God
Turn this season around
My sin was my treason, it was the reason
I’m believin, I’ve too bitten of the forbidden fruit
I’ve fallen, in autumn
I’ve gotten up in spring, no I’m about to sing
Winter’s barren frigid cold and uncaring
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
What is the meaning of turnaround?
God’s grant me a turnaround moment
Such is a sudden improvement,
A supernatural turnaround is a divine encounter
Where God reverses my circumstances,
Turns around the negative into positive
And shifts my thoughts and life in a new direction.
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
---“In the end I will turn things around for the people. Zephaniah 3:9”
8/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology
My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.
The embers of my burning words
wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a lover’s crumbling skeleton.
A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me,
shattering the dam of tranquility.
I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there.
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind,
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.
Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.
Back and forth, back forth it goes...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.
Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...
Silence has blocked your ears.
The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others.
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain.
I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.
Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing.
Hear nothing. See nothing. Say nothing.
Then wait...
Can you feel me now?
As nothing touches you.
*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me. Thank you, Catie.
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