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they promised to find him
among mortal
they wished to find him
one spoke of him
as if he had
seen and spoke to him
then he reported that he had been
deceived and called the
person a true Satan.
When he was among folk that he could
understand and
who's faiths had
values to believe
he made query into those
tomorrows that would
the todays of Times
well spent
they planned events together
and rherst together
they sorted changes together
and made time
for one another and
the need to be as one
there strength came
from there alliances
neither dispute
or decisive tongues
could speak them apart
that they stood strong
to trophy what they had achieved!
The Fugue Song Aria
They poured a slab and bui retaining wall in the enbankment
they used cynderblocks to make a room with a chimmey. They covered it with stones and concrete.
They buried the prefab house and sprayed insulation around the windows and base of the building and sprayed whole unit to create a large stone!
larghissimo decribed the evening where rain and cold had made
the voyage there as uncorftable as possible. Romance: romance,
her sigh made her words take defintion.
A man wishes me to love him, I ask you sir how can I?
She said as the guy smiled as if he was in agreement with her
he had taken her luggage from the buggy, and had smeared the horses
dung on his newly bought coat. Unaware of this until he was in
public and in a place where he needed to fit in
and not stand out.
He just smiled and waited, as she had
prmised him a tip for his services. He said the floor seemed wobbley, and unstable
: but the beleif was that his ale had fermented and distilled itself as he drank in
the rain on the backside of the buggy that his partner drove to the Inn.
"She talked and mused the whole way over" talking about men and her
female freind who
she was to meet in the Inn. She ttold me her father was brickmaker and her
mother a bread maker both in the city. Her brother was a butcher who as a hobbist would clean sheeps wool
to sell as insulation to Inn keepers
her busines was with the Inn keeper and her fancy looking female freind.
IHe had told her he didn't beleive in such frivlous nature, and she was quite lusivious and vile.
But he liked the idea that she championed marrage with her suiter She snapped at him and said she refused to beleive in a god who didn't beleive in her, might that satisfy your swant for me to suffer as a good christain woman! He smiled and excused himself and sat in the corner waiting to carry her luggae to her room when her Female freind arrived, they had been there for hours.
Trudging as a scorched weary traveler
in the wilderness of the desiccated life,
I wander in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow.
Enticed, I’m seduced by the mirage of your flashing face,
confused, I don’t know where I should be going to belong.
As I disintegrate in myriad illusions into drifting dust
in the desolate wasteland of my life, I see transformed,
my broken heart I scatter as debris on your obscure trail.
I let the hard times of denial profoundly strike me,
ever so strongly that my yearning space is shattered.
I strive to preserve the shards of battered essence
in the inner sanctum of instinctive quietude.
I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable,
creating the compulsive cocoon of imposed isolation
to contain the cacophony of pervasive chaos
for the soul to get suffused in calm insulation.
As I become a lone prisoner of my making,
force me to be a captive behind the wall I construct
with the fortification of the false sense of pride,
I find you disappear like mist in gale beyond my garden,
taking the fragrance of flowers I love to see blossom.
I’m caught in the dichotomy web of entangled uncertainty:
break the wall, walk away free into oblivion,
or stay secluded, obscure within the cage I’ve built.
The company wishes to research an idea.
Creating slotted aluminium frames that
Would be 18 inches thick centered between
Two areas.the external area would be double
slotted to house a poly thermal fiberboard which
Is housed behind a weather sealed plyboard. Which would be tightened
A sealed with weather resistant sealant.
The interior would be a weather sealed
the fiberboard internal plyboard would be to
exposed to create an interior wall. The idea also is designed
To use rough untreated lumber both interior and
External. With in the 18 inch cavity sand, cob, concrete
Or strawbales could be used to create the complete
Wall. An aluminium frame using the same dynamics
Would make the roof creating a pocket to be filled
With dirt, rammed earth, or cob to create a roof which
Could use external roofing to complete the project.
The structure would sii on footings and a concrete
Slab would be poured internal to create a floor.
Using rebar in both wall and ceiling is make uniform
Structurally sound walls to protect you from the elements.
Over lapped roofs to rid water run off.
Door and window kits designed to create a designers appeal
The structure to be priced under $10,000; with connection
Packages to create the mansionary roommate of your personal desire. Wealth determinational appendicitis dwellings. Using earthy materials to lessen the price of
Construction, allowing the aluminium and wood to create the
Desired look. Stain and shellac the plyboard. Scorn and oil
The untreated lumber. Create the perfect look.
Research and development.
Idea two...
Use untreated lumber to create 16 inch agaped boxes of fill
With a mixture of dirt and cement with rebar; of make the boxes with plyboard exterior attach rebar,fill two inches of cement fill with straw and.mud and cement mixture cap the top with cement.first you have to drill holes for bolts to attach new sections of the same material. Use plyboard to cover the area. This walling process can be used with a tracoring plan to allow the walls to be site receivable once cured.
Or creation of an aluminium frame with fiber walls walls
With poly insulation boards agaped and filled with earthen matrails priced under $10,000 to be attached to a trailers chassis.
I feel emotionally flat
the experience is very stressful
No flooding or concentration
Acute, which is more persistent
Maybe therapy and skills training
- some will need it just for safety
I crank my headphones up to deafening level
- shuts off all sick thoughts
The silence gradually becomes unbearable
Along the way, I experienced that
the parachute did not work satisfactorily
If only God could give me a clear sign
Saturn's rings exist exclusively
of missing aircraft luggage
I think everything is predetermined
Hope is foolproof
I cut the cucumber slices like hearts
25/7/20
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4th place in the contest
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement,
specially that of common domestic
farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering
~
Excrement, especially that of common domestic
Droppings, stepping in and on that stuff
muck droppings dung compost
guano ordure excrement
cowpats cow chips cowplop maul mulch
horse apples, buffalo chips, meadow muffins, dressing humus
Peat top-dressing enricher potash marl nourishment
~
ooH! toad juice, bone meal,
peat moss bonemeal fishmeal blood, fish, and bone
La dung ordure
Excreta scat poop dropping waste slops
Odor soil poo dirt turd guano feculence
Egesta doo doody log ejecta ejectamenta doo-doo
Night soil faecal matter, boo-boo, droppings, muck stool
~
Defecation excretion stools fecal matter mess turds waste matter discharge
That jusz ain't cool
Caca body waste secretion, cack motion whoopsies, filth kak
Cowpats sewage doings jobbies evacuation number two
Urined cowplop, black water fertiliser, cow chips, meadow muffin cow pies horse apples go to the bathroom
~
BM flux, jobbie pooh, whoopsie jakes bowel movement, chips perspiration Creatinine sullage sweat big jobs bodily waste
Deuce compost slurry gobar animal excrement pigeon droppings poo-poo
Protective covering mulch bark compost covering insulation leaves
Organic matter peat plastic sheeting protection litter straw
Babies dirty diapers mommie Bobbie made a poo-poo
9/7/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
He knew how to slaughter and dress a chicken
She baked bread every Friday in the tiny kitchen
He built their one-car garage from lumberyard scrap
She grew veggies on hardscrabble soil, for her family and pap
They didn't speak English, never went out to eat
A little meat on their table during the week, a rare treat
No insulation in their frame house, not all the windows closed
In the summer they boiled; come winter they froze...
Their own sons were ashamed to have parents so green
Their friends wouldn't come over, a hidden couple, unseen
They were my bubbe and zayde, my grandma and grandpa
Gone by fifty ~ Inscriptions on their graves at me gnaw
Note: the letter 'e' in 'bubbe' and 'zayde' is pronounced as a 'y'
Capital of Culture
Come gather the vultures
The Ultras
Pro choice
Who reverberate to the sound of critical voice
They seed that which is worthy to read
Robotic mite's of the proverbial art
They play no part in writing
Reciting guild's of old
They make or break
Jack or Jill
And what will fill
Or fits the bill
Of this year's manic street preacher's
Rights of passage
Managing critical mass
Appeal of form the itch doth scratch
Like pink roof insulation
Under which the heat sealed in
The roof of logic would otherwise dissipate
Bated by the common collective
A studious Prefect of a high school blazer
A self of superiority created
Peers did not give
So they live spuriously out a sense of insecurity
Revenge cast on the scar's that last
Into adulthood
So they seek popularity
Revel in the power
Putting down allows ya
Residing on an Ivory Tower
Of golden showers
The whirlwind of time wafts my soul away
from me transiently rooted in the present,
to the distant desolate island of insulation,
where my home was once, but I left it forever.
That’s the fading past, receding fast redundant,
but lingers on to be abandoned and obliterated.
I trace the shifting shimmer to the furtive future,
configuring the migratory mirage of illusive love,
that the sands of time carry as entrancing delusion
across the lonely life, landscaped in deserted mind,
where in dry dunes dwells the desire of perpetuity
with the dormant dream of everlasting enchantment.
I perceive the preserved essence of latent memory,
resurrect from the receptive recess of the past,
revive as the metamorphosed bird of my liberated love,
soaring upbeat with my present in your silken sky,
spreads the fantasy wings to embrace enthralled
the lasting happiness in the halcyon horizon of future.
I drift with the elements of the imperishable soul,
sail serene toward the sublime sea of eternity,
steered by the congenial wind of unabated love,
blowing on the sanguine sail designed by desire.
I wish to get from the stalled time's generosity,
the gift of my soul etched in stone of immortality.