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Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy
Fantastic question!
Why indeed?
Why did The Creator
Whether God or Science or a Scientific God
Choose blue
Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon?
Is it because the day seems cheerier
The world brighter
The people friendlier
Due to the color overhead?
A Mount Everest of evidence shows
Humans are happier
Outside
Under the blue.
So, why do we equate blue with sadness?
Certainly, blueberries are one of the most congenial of the berries
And Superman always dazzles in blue.
However, I suppose not all blues are the same.
Midnight blue is complex in color and to contemplate.
Almost all have gazed hypnotically into its majestic fluidity.
Many onlookers discovered hidden inspiration and birth.
But, some couldn’t see past darkness and conclusion.
Blue, sky blue, and midnight blue
Among those shades lies many lessons
Including the fragility of stereotypes and prejudice.
What’s that Jimmy?
You only need an explanation to relay to science class?
Oh.
Sky color derives from air molecules and wavelengths of sunlight.
Is that the answer you’re seeking son?
Twitter
I write on Twitter and vent my views
I never swear, never abuse
I sometimes joke and use satire
I am sometimes angry full of fire
I need free speech as we all do
But Twitter doesn’t like what I spew
So they suspend me, take me off air
Curb your language, yet I never swear
I don’t support Russia in any shape or form
Twitter thinks rape, murder and torture, norm
Therefore, when I say I wish Putin dead
They don’t congratulate, they suspend instead.
Now, I view him as a tyrant, terrorist, despot
I vent my view and guess what I got?
Others’ swear, F off, F this, F you
It’s a thing I never do
So I tested the water one day
And swore like a trooper in an affray
I wasn’t suspended or even chastised
Which proves one thing. Free speech is despised.
David Cox 20/10/22
Once upon a fairy tale,
Lived a colony of tiny folk
Who decided to set sail,
Because across the pool
Lay greener pastures
Of which they wanted
To become masters.
For tiny folk to cross this pool
Took courage, had to be so
Strong and bold,
Clever little people, none a fool,
Would, take three days, and it
Was Winter, the water icy cold,
Took too much with them in their
Frail small boat,
Only twenty carefully got in,
Pioneers, ready to make history,
The leader thought.
So off they set, across foreign water
Three families of extended kin!
Suddenly a loud noise and high waves,
Rocked their boat, they had no control
Rover the Labrador had jumped
Into the pool,
A tsunami capsized them, they chocked,
Spluttered, but hung onto their boat,
And thus they kept afloat.
Then they saw Rover,
His mouth wide open, he scooped
Them up gently as they
Rested on his tongue, strangely they
Were unafraid for they had seen
Rover across the pool playing on
Pastures green,
This Labrador wanted to play
To while his time away,
But instead saved them from drowning,
Took them back from whence they came,
And slowly lay them down
Rover the Labrador had earned his fame,
He barked and wagged his tail
These little humans spoke and run
And cried and laughed, he
Loved them straight away
The tiny adventurers, did not fail
They were happy living beneath a
A large green bush, with little homes
Made out of sticks and leaves,
Right now these little folk
Were safe, but remain a mystery,
Only Rover knew and he could
Never tell,
Where his new found friends dwell!
And the moral of this tale,
Is things are not always greener
On the other side,
Rather hold on to what you
Have, with pride.
People live in fear
Dreading what is come
Holding on to the good
Before the evil dawn
I have nothing more now to fear
I have lived with fear
For the longest time
I feared THE time
When it would all end
When heartache my heart would rend
Happiness would turn to pretense
And love would be....
without recompense
I lived in fear so long, so long
But THAT time has come and gone
I have no fear
For the worst HAS come and gone
It came and left me undone, U n D o N E
There are many things that I feel
But none of them is fear, NOT fear
For what I feared did come to pass
Love was not meant to last, ALAS
I have no fear
I’m now at peace…
Serene, I am…Serene I remain
For in the heart unexpectant
There is not a trace fear
Only….emptiness instead of happiness
What of fear?
Fear dares not come near....
For I have nothing more to fear.
Eileen Manassian
McAfee Security is guilty of both internet fraud and constant harassment. By the way, their harassment went on since May. Thinking their harassment would terminate, on May 30, 2020. I made a critical mistake.
I allowed them to deduct $49.67 from my Visa debit account. Believe you me it is the least amount they will ever receive from me.
Even after they acknowledged I had paid them, their harassment continued. It was never-ending! I tried clicking them on and then clicking them off. It did not work either. Finally, in an act of desperation, I was forced. To turn off my Google Chrome notifications to end their harassment. They would interrupt my writing and anything else I was attempting to do online. What they were putting me through was an internet crime!
On June 08, 2020, I contacted my local credit union and reported their fraud. I should not have waited that long! One of my personal friends discovered. McAffee had charged my card without performing any of the services they promised to deliver. I am warning people not to have any dealings with them!
I contacted my local credit union's debit card fraud division and talked with Jimmy. Jimmy referred me to the Better Business Bureau. And the BBB referred me to the Federal Trade Commission's complaint department. I recommend contacting the Federal Trade Commission online if you can do so.
I promised the BBB I would Flag them on Facebook and my internet sites. "I will personally take care of them!" I am out for justice! I hung up on the Federal Trade Commission. Instead, I contacted Google and told them all about it. I also contacted an internet friend of mine who just happens to have a lot of followers about McFfee's fraudulent online harassment activities.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 08, 2020
Spring has come it brings the sun
The bird sings in the tree
The flowers bloom in the fields
A real delight to see
Yesterday was winter
With the rain and the wind and the cold
But today is spring the sun is king
He shines like a ball of gold
Now we can walk in fields of green
Feel grass beneath our feet
And breath fresh air without a care
Make memories so sweet
Spring brings new life brings new hope
Spring brings happiness
And for maybe the lucky few
A lovers warm caress
In spring we can look forward
To the summer that's ahead
But lets live for the here and now
And treasure spring instead
When I walk in new green fields
And this new life I see
Of all the seasons come and gone
I know springs the time for me
Game 4 in the World Series sure is something to talk about
In fact, such an exciting game, worth cheers and a shout
In the 5th a Red Sox close call hit to left, almost a home run
As the excitement increases on edge of the seat fun
The close game continues tied 0 – 0 to the 6th inning
Hits, catches, strikes, outs with no-one winning
Then, the dodger’s double and another hit take the lead
The dodger’s fight to win 1 – 0, now plant a seed
The Dodgers then hit a far one with another double
Now, bringing the Red Sox some looming trouble
Suddenly, the Dodgers smash a home run to left field
They take the lead 4 - 0 moving forward as they wield
The stadium is full with a massive rising crowd
In the west, they are cheering very loud
Into the 7th Red Sox fighting hard, bases are full
A home run to the right, pushes the score 4 – 3 like a bull
Their comeback continues in the 8th, another home run, 4 – 4
This is what watching the game is worth waiting for!
The red sox keep pushing forward with what seems an open door
Into the 9th, the Red Sox double, now 5 - 4, push ahead even more
Then, bases are loaded and there is a center field hit
No out is made, standing to cheer instead of sit
Now, 3 runs come in, 8 to 4, as the lead does increase
The Red Sox effort and energy, never does cease
They keep on going, with another hit 9 – 4 now
Then Dodgers come to bat and keep up the fight somehow
The Dodgers hit a home run bringing the score 9 - 6
Now, there are some nervous feelings in the mix
But, the Red Sox succeed with their staying ahead
With a catch in the outfield, an outstanding win before bed!
- GO SOX! -
Heidi Sands
10/28/18
~Roses~
(Dove's Cooing)
Red roses
a tribute
to loved ones
roses have
very long
history
legend says
that Eve gave
A kiss to
a white rose
in Garden
of Eden.
Cupid bled
on roses
'cause lost love
instead, then
another says
Cleo strew
room with red
roses to
seduce Mark
Anthony
with perfume
and her woes
The wealthy
Romans lay
on beds of
roses too,
these are a
few of the
legends I
share with you
roses are
beautiful
a nice way
to express
affection
for someone
you care and
love profess
so, give them
roses and
will make them
smile if sad,
roses are
magical
make eyes glow
and hearts glad.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyrigth@2012
October.5.2015
The "Dove's Cooing" is a poetry style created by Patricia Simpson.
We are all descendants of kings and slaves. No one is better than another. Our souls are all eternal and growing through this school called life on earth.
A cat may look at a king
By Michelle Morris
07/03/2026
A cat may look at a king
A king I do not want to be
Surrounded by countless subjects
Who never get to move around freely
Instead I shall be a muse
An inspiration and a light
To ignite your very soul
And watch its freedom flight
Growing and glowing and being
Everything that you can be
Your soul wants your best heart
Its beating with hope and meaning
You don't need to be a king
Nor do you need the title to reign
For each of us is an eternal soul
Forever free to burn our brightest flame
© Michelle Morris, 2026
We ran to the car and drove to the rabbit farm
We wanted to see the bunny who caused so much harm
This bunny had torn up the hutch, thrown off the door
There was shrieking in the barnyard and a lot more
Watch your step, there is blood, someone said
A fox was thrown out of the coop on his head
Is he dead? Someone asked. Is he DEAD?
I thought there would be humor, I was scared instead.
Is the terror still in there? A teenage bunny asked.
We could hear slapping and hammering, which stopped at last.
Finally emerging was a petite little unassuming bunny.
I am her brother, said the other rabbit, and she ain’t no honey.