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The pirate ship named Legend Of The Sea sails in the agitated waves of the Caribbean Sea. Captain Conrad, the corsary most dreared of the zone, was thinking about his dearly loved one named Chandra. It was about five years he did not see her. Meanwhile, Chandra was in an isolated island thinking about Conrad.
They cannot stop thinking about the most longed moment when they encounter again. One of the pirates warned to Conrad that another pirate ship was approaching them. Conrad gave the command of attack the ship. It was a fiery combat. Conrad won the battle. The day to see Chandra again was more closer than ever.
Stars in the sky was shining more brighter than ever. Chandra was in the beach shore contemplating the sky when she saw The Legend Of The Sea. The joy she felt at her heart was indescribable. Her loved one already came back after many years. When finally Conrad got out from the pirate ship, he ran to hug and kiss Chandra.
Only the stars and the enigmatic moon were the witness of the ardent love demonstrations of Conrad and Chandra. The dawn was in the horizon when Conrad and Chandra left the island on The Legend Of The Sea without let knowing anybody their port destiny.
Nayda Ivette
12-27-2015
Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program
of dance music to bring you a special bulletin
from the Mount Jennings Observatory, Chicago, Illinois.
I see a . . .
shhh...krrshh...fzzzt...
thing, directly in front of me,
half buried in a vast pit.
It's definitely not a meteor—
shhh...krrshh...tssss...
it's a huge cylinder.
Now there's a hissing sound. Like this:
hissss...hissss...kssshhh...fzzzt...hisss...
Something's happening, ladies and gentlemen.
This end of the thing is unscrewing...
shhh...krrshh...whummm...blurrr
Keep back, there!
Keep back, I tell you!
It's come from Mars!
Maybe there’s things in there trying to escape...
krrshh...shhh...fzzzt...blurr...
Wait a minute!
I see glowing holes—two luminous disks.
Maybe they're eyes?
It might be a face.
It might be . . .
shhh...krrshh...tssss...
Good heavens, things are wriggling out—
like great gray-black snakes.
Now there's another one, and another.
They look like tentacles to me.
There now, I can see the thing's body...
shhh...fzzzt...krrshh...
It's large—large as a bear—and
shiny, slick and glistening,
like it's just climbed from a swamp.
But that face, it's .. Hang on, that face...
krrshh...shhhh...tssss...
it's indescribable.
The eyes are black and gleaming like polished coal.
The mouth is Zee-shaped, with saliva dripping—
black, tarry stuff—from its
quivering lip-like things . . . or flaps.
Wait a moment...
fzzzt...shhh...krrshh...
There's spout-like tubes
poking out.
They're aimed at me...
Hang on . . . hang on . . .
krrshh...tssss...whineeeee...
They're firing at me!
Some kind of hot red ray—
They're hitting me!... I'm hit.. I'm hit...
I'm down! I'm down . . . I'm down . . .
SSSHHHH... KRRRSHHH... TSSSSSS...
ssshhh... krshh... tsss... hhhhss.......
Sorry Folks! We've lost contact with our reporter
We'll now return you to our dance music program.
(Pema the Pug)
There’s nothing like the tender caress
Of an intimate friend and lover.
It’s indescribable really
Simply because it is of the realm of feeling.
And yet in terms of lasting satisfaction
I’d have to say the caress of a dog is better.
Dogs lean in, and set beside
Melt into laps, or jump up unexpectedly
In unbridled enthusiasm.
And in their contact,
Maybe only seeking the warmth we radiate,
They radiate their own love and loyalty,
A warmth no thermometer can register.
Under our hand, their folds of furry skin
Gather and bunch
And settle into absolute acceptance.
Sensuous without sexual,
What they give and receive
With so little effort is simply
The satisfaction of companionship.
(4/29/26
Yanny Widjanarko - Baby Ken Austen
Nothing is a greater gift than to be a mother
Growing in the womb - the first 9 months of his life
A warm and cozy place right under a happy heart
Associates a bond with tenderness and love
An indescribable love so pure and full of honesty
Finally the day came - mother got stomach ache
A little angel came to the world - a shapely baby boy
Ken Austen became his beautiful name
Your mom spreads over your carpet - kiss you on your cheek
Outside your window I see the moon watching over you
Good wishes I send you in my heart
When you sleep ....
- Dedicate this poem to: Yanny Widjanarko - And Baby Ken Austen
- Congratulations and welcome to the world
20.03.2014
A-L Andresen : )
In 1957, there existed a plan
To rid Rwanda of the Tutsi clan
Power they had, too much for one side
The foundation for, future Genocide
1960, the monarchy was gone
Will both sides sing the same song
Sadly not as the persecutions start
Ripping this African country apart
1973, under a new regime
Juvénal Habyarimana promised restrain
Progress and reconciliation proposed to be
For this country to unite, finally
1994, Habyarimana gunned down
His assassination, country drowns
This killing of him, the carnage starts
Population half, ripped apart
The killings horrific, no one spared
Machete slain, heads caved
Hacking, be-headings as families fall
As CNN tune in, the world appalled
The continuance, of the slaughtered tribes
Men, women and children you can't describe
Women raped, and the unborn slain
This horrific act of human pain
Most of the fallen, in their own villages dead
By another clan, they thought were friends
Indescribable to the world as our televisions show
The massacre of innocents, as we watch blow by blow
Where does it all end, can we try the same songs
How many more of these Rwanda wrongs
It appears to be a human trait
To kill each other for the sake of it
Intro: ×4
I've got something in my head
(In my head)
Rap:
feeling you're winning is a feeling you're losing
and winning is the feeling losing is missing
taking undertaking is the bidding and trailing
we're making and grooming, processing our motive
feeling you're living is a feeling you're dieing
and dieing is the feeling living is pruning
wailing and crying are products of our making
feeling what I'm saying?
Black lives matter?
You're white, black, purple, indigo, violet or
racism monger
trained by wiles, shame pain or poverty, you should see
much better
what defines man: tribe, clan, languages or what such
can offer
in your world, home, town, places of worship
or cafeteria!
Here's myopia: Folly's godfather
what were you thinking, that you're better?
you've got oxygen, and he's got fire?
you feel blood surging, but he feels nada?
cos you're stupid, and have gone brainless
that when you 'em, you become restless
insecurity then becomes your crest
hunger to kill 'em then becomes your bread
Y'all are supposed to be all these:
indestructible, inevitable, indivisible, indescribable, indefinable,
inexpressible, imperishable, indissoluble, inevasible, incorruptible
(not)
unapproachable, unappealable, unappeasable, inaccessible, impracticable,
insurmountable, unavailable, unobtainable, inexorable, indomitable
(Out-of-the-way)
~Freestyle~
'20:06:25:10:45
Watch here: https://youtu.be/yznUow5wW1E
Nobody thought what causes the destructive force
of an hurricane in hot summer months, one thing
we can't deny is Nature rebelling against Man;
Harvey is followed by Irma, others will arrive soon.
A fierce wind bending and cracking palm trees
blows away rooftops, traffic signs and lampposts,
we build and rebuild in the same spot hoping
that he next one won't be as wild as he last one.
Our prayers are vain, God is not listening
to our desperation, we all are to blame;
we forget Him when times are good,
and invoke Him when tragedies strike;
the devil laughs and dances seeing our vanity
and foolishness, and in these he greatly rejoices.
Another full moon in September will allow tides to rise,
and they will rise ten feet high and flood streets, avenues
and boulevard and wipe out what was built to withstand
any storm, but not hurricanes of this unimaginable magnitude.
Defiant people choose to stay and ride out the fierce hurricane
and behind bordered windows and doors...will they beat it or die?
Mostly likely, they'll be drowned without a chance to be rescued,
the aftertmath is indescribable: wreckage and death everywhere.
Written on 9/10/2017
This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness
Deception deceives the minds of many
Arrogance conceives all kinds of envy
Relentless reign of greed feeds the senseless spoil,
Allowing the poverty-proned needy in terrible turmoil
Some of the wealthy individuals rule over society in unattainable malice unfathomably
It’s horrible that we have a nation that have some leaders that lead in hostility ruthlessly
God will fight for freedom for us, as long as we’ll keep being resilient and brazen throughout our life,
Despite the government’s devastating tribulations; Christ will be giving us life-long joy instead of strife
Redemption comes from the Lord of Accord for each and everyone who believes unconditionally
We all need vigilance and deliverance during these trying times of horrendous sorrows and trials of plenty
This relentless reign of greed has thrived off of our zealous, efficient endurance
By taking advantage of our diligence everyday...cruelty alters into arrogance
It’s an insane world...chaotic and catastrophic in many ways possible
It’s an eccentric place I don’t call my haven...it’s indescribable
But in a detrimentally damaging manner...it’s a danger zone that leaves us feeling insecure and lost in the worthless weeds
It’s a fraudilent frenzy that we have to deal with for a matter of fact...but this relentless reign of greed will soon wither away along with its deeds
Injustice impairs the actions of sophisticated individuals who debate over their wicked plans, getting out of hand...getting out of hand...
Reminiscence of despairs and anxieties plague the minds of many these days
While politicians are feeding us propaganda and shameful sham...when will we make a stand? Will we ever reach out to His right hand?
Deliverance from our Father of truth will set us free from our despondency in many ways
In the heat of a passionate encounter
Do you ever stop and think
“Wonder what's for din-din?”
Seems all our thoughts and energy
Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak
So much so that it feels like our head will explode
Then that indescribable moment
When the trumpets blow
And a band of angels start singing, “Hallelujah!”
Are we interested in who won the big game last night
Or the political situation in Kazakhstan
Well I can surely tell you here and now
Because at that indescribably moment of joy
I REALLY don't give a poop!
The building could come collapsing down around me
I'm intent on finishing what I started
Come hell or high water
Did you ever stop and wonder
What's for din-din tonight?
© Jack Ellison 2014
Undulations beginning no sense of any ending
Power indescribable surrounds and courses in
My veins, distinct involved conversations take
Place in my mind; I hear the reasoning and details
Of others lives; unknown minds memories intermesh
I saw a man I had known, not well but regurlarly..He had
Left worship for a while, he and his brothers were into
Boxing for years before he accepted Christ, so i was
Looking through the rear wimdow of a van in a dream
I just was suddenly;
There' I saw he was asleep? his arms by his side the
Outside of his hands were deep burgundy fingertips
Up to wrists like he had
Been punching a boxing bag, thats what I told myself
I said John can you hear me? Wow his eyes opened
He had not done anything like dreaded at first sight
I said how are you? He said I have fallen and I can't
Get up, physically can you pray? As I srarted to pray
I awoke soon after.'
When I ran into his brother at church I mentioned it
And that I was praying for him to get back to church
Out loud I thought on his burgundy coloured hands
I asked his brother what he thought, he said look thats
Not important now, he looked flustered he said keep
Praying he comes back.' A year later I met another brother
In the Lord I only mentioned Jhon by name and he told
Me, its a shame he had been taking from the offering
My mind went back to those red hands.'