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he could not remember when he last put it to purpose
but nostalgia stared at him straight at face values’ frown
the typewriter ribbon hung onto the spool for dear life
a once proud carriage corroded and set on no return
like in a silent movie the roller release was speechless
a tray full of paper lay moth ridden in lost anticipation
a story in itself abandoned on the trash heap of sorrow
then an air raid warning siren disturbed his thoughts
incendiary bombs were drawn to the attic of his mind
fighter planes cradled the sky and dropped heavy loads
they called it retribution but it was massive slaughter
of epic proportions as memories flushed out retrograde pain
the laptop gave one final moan and the electric circuit
tripped and trapped him powerless in regressive void
his fingers burned on the keyboard and he was careful
to ration the oil for the machine in view of explosions
and the fine screwdriver trembled in his weary hands
somewhat disconnected but he refused to give way
to arrest as he fiddled with the Olympia Travel Deluxe
out of touch but in tune with overwhelming detonations
the trigger of flash backs emerged from his conscience
a candle of life flickered and breathed a sigh of relief
wax smirched his hands as he tried to steady the flame
accused him of falsification if he failed to recall reality
and recollect the dangers of power politics and assault
his only weapon remained the antiquated portable tool
and his only chance of survival was to narrate the truth
they retrieved his body and thought a finger was missing
but found it firmly attached to the shattered front scale
like a ghost writer some part of his memories told the tale
31st May 2021
Deep, Velvety, and Androgynous.
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Written by: Seria Orbuffa and Iter Nuptiale
Space Agency Number 280
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Gypsum in the vicinity Olympia Undae of is generally
found in the form of selenite crystals
(a crystalline form of gypsum) embedded within the clay-rich,
Miocene-aged sediments in the veins within Gale Crater
Thick Clay Layers On Mars May Have Been A Stable Place For clay.
..Yes, there is widespread clay on Mars!
Formations, rather than as large, minable, industrial-grade deposits.
the surface gravity is low, making you walk using a bouncy and
running effect:.gravity is intrinsic to the planet's mass,
not created by oxygen or water. Thus leading us to believe the
Tan riffleshell (Epioblasma florentina walkeri) had nothing to do
with the creation of gypsum. If there was water here there
effect would have been minimal at best. A Teatro La Caridad if you'll
allow the phrase."They walked up right and lived along the shores.
They wrote and discussed using keen decision making processes.
Positive stresses are often seen as bragging when others refuse to
understand it's conveyance"." Logic doesn't determined and out come
when it's refused in favor of non-understanding." I see and as alway
you are right and we are all are wrong" " No: that is neither part
of this discussion valid or inclusive, the point was, in order to have
a possible chance of victory one must determine the goal defined
and agreed upon to stand undivided in cause!"
"Right you are sir: right you are!"
It moved rhythmically faster first gradually slowing
to pick up it's pace before slowing to a groove
that was constant and rhythmic
a slow grinding groove.
Right now, in the Northwest town of Seattle,
Seahawks egos must be higher than the Space Needle.
On the west coast, it was just a little after seven,
when the Seahawks faithful felt they entered seventh heaven.
After what happened at the Super Bowl outside of New York,
numerous fans in Washington are popping a champagne cork.
Others must be loading up on whiskey, wine, and beer.
For what happened tonight, they have a good reason to cheer.
To celebrate, many of them were getting ready
long before that blizzard of green and yellow confetti.
From Tacoma and Olympia all the way to Puget Sound,
I’m sure there are many happy fans that can be found.
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
You were by my side when we had to hide.
We saw the shooting stars.
We saw the moon lit glistening lake.
We heard the wind in the trees.
We felt the cold embrace.
You were in my dream.
You were there with me.
You've seen what I've seen.
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
I see you standing there.
Standing without a care.
Then you turn your head and see me.
You turn upon your feet.
You walk straight up to me.
You stand in front of me.
We're strangers but together we have been?
We're strangers but together we've seen?
We're strangers, never before did we meet?
You look at me so quizzically.
Nodding then shaking your head
you say to me...
How can this be?
You were in my dream.
James Young, ‘HUMAN’
Olympia publishers 2023
In the City of Light, a new flame ignites
Olympic fire burns, burning bright nights
Paris springs to life, life in full swing
As champions spring forth, forth they spring
The Seine flows with dreams, dreams flow fast
Flowing with athletes from present and past
They run for gold, gold standard set
Running the banks where the sun has set
Towers of strength rise, rise to compete
Rising to challenges, challenges they meet
They vault over bars, bars set sky-high
Vaulting ambitions, ambitions fly
Swimmers stroke hope, hope strokes back
Stroking through waters, waters on track
They dive into glory, glory runs deep
Diving for medals they'll always keep
Cyclists pedal hard, hard roads ahead
Pedalling stories that'll be widely spread
They race against time, time races too
Racing hearts pound as they break through
Gymnasts balance dreams, dreams balance fate
Balancing acts that fascinate
They ring up scores, scores ring out loud
Ringing in victories that make nations proud
Boxers fight chance, chance fights back
Fighting spirits refuse to slack
They punch above weight, the weight of nations
Punching tickets to standing ovations
Archers aim, aim for the stars
Taking shots that push the bars
They draw the line, line between great and grand
Drawing gasps from fans across the land
Fencers parry time, time parries on
Parrying doubts till doubts are gone
They point to success, success points back
Pointing the way down victory's track
In this field of play, the play of words can't capture
Fields of dreams in rapture
The game is on, on goes the flame
Gaming the system of Olympic fame
Paris holds court, court of athletic kings
Holding the world as Olympia sings
A capital show, the show of human potential
Capital moments are essential
So let the games begin, begin anew
Gaming our senses with an Olympian view
For in Paris, par excellence reigns
Paris, where Olympic spirit never wanes
Inquisitive sorts enigmatic notions as positions--scaled left for the right-hander--behold various perceptions, thus preserving perfection as a cure for misdirection's subtle draw.
Earnest forgivingly weakens its posture as truth betrays, incredulously, amidst reality outfitted in non-traditions; Judas kisses a face, while the strummed favors oils embrace a straining revelation that pleasures the muted.
Distractions of another sort muse the ne'er-do-wells, while diligence inks the lost, ambulates ambitious quill of risqué 'Olympia' whose indecency is shaded decently.
Tryst loses in translation, forms anew in an altered view; observant exposed a chapter; a spilled review cores a novel of two; meeting of the minds formed upon a ruinous and trifle distraction, whereto whenever praise ventures, "A dull knife makes a cutting edge."
ah! ’tis blue azure greet’ng the dark maidens
dancers of the ancient drums of my warriors
yea! the ever-ready danc’ng mbari maidens
o, dancers amid the smooth-throat’d hunters –
’tis like an ever-flow’ng rhythmic drumm’ng
of my ageless clan where the rever’d eaglets
made the classic olympia in wing-drumm’ng
amid the love-rov’ng griots, pages and priests!
and your mother – the mother of the amazons
waits, waist-bent, amid the ev’r-wait’ng gray-hairs –
and your hunters naked, ready-pois’d with guns
and panthers snarled under the scorch’ng sun-rays;
o, the gladiators and amazons came along my banks
ah, bring’ng this eternal dance-step to niger’s banks!
Sitting in her wheelchair
Reading a book
She was thin and pale
And occasionally, she'd look
Into space
With whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face.
Her name was Olympia.
Olympia used to dance,
She was sensational
And she put her audience in trance.
She floated onto the stage,
Like a breath of Spring
Her gracefulness and expertise
Made the onlooker's hearts sing
Olympia was well-known,
In theatres everywhere
She topped the bill
And patrons flocked there
Dancing was her life,
She was born to dance
She never married
Although she had the chance
Men pursued Olympia
For both her beauty and talent
She was never smitten by them
That she made apparent.
It was a dream
That she was lucky to fulfil
A life of dancing
Until she becomes too ill
To dance, her life away
She sits in a wheelchair now
And this is where she has to stay
She loves to sit and dream,
Staring into space
With a book on her lap
And a whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face
Walked into prison young and small/
What I lacked in size, I made up in toughness/
Even that's not enough, these dudes are huge/
I hit the weight pile, tied up my shoes to choose/
What should I do, take a jog or walk a while/
I seen some dudes lined up at the weight pile/
Hitting that iron, getting swole as can be/
I found my spot in line, I gotta get swole, too/
Motivated by these other brothers getting their shine on/
Lil bitty dude, but I gotta get mine on/
I'm up next, but I couldn't compete/
I had to take a stack off because I was a lil weak/
Building myself up, day after day/
And every other day that pass, I add on more weight/
Now I'm getting stronger, reps getting longer/
Still a little skinny, but my muscles getting toner/
I'm steadily working out daily, I'm feeling my best/
My ego getting bigger, I even got a bird chest/
Dudes heard that so I flex all harder/
Every morning I'm waking up to peanut butter and water/
Hitting that iron, time after time/
Now I'm earning my respect, and got a spot on the line/
Female Cops watching me and they all over me/
Now I'm hitting the whole pile, with a dude on top/
Plus, I got a mentor, this old school brother/
He gave me a few pointers, see he wasn't like the others/
The others envied me, they were just haters/
Because now I'm getting big like Mr. Olympia/
Chest big, arms big, stomach on flat/
Shoulders wide stacked and my legs on stretch/
Even the male guards gotta tip their hats/
Because I came a long way and I can't look back/
The satisfice and Discipline
Turning flab into superior muscle
The preparation
Bodybuilding competition
Competitive spirit
Bodybuilder’s muscle magazine dream
Becoming the best champion
Masterpiece body
Through the elements of training principles
Lift and intensify
Grasp the glorious bodybuilding Title of all being MR. OLYMPIA
Vision wide and strong
Challenging the possibilities in becoming the victor
Platform posing stage
The excitement and muscle amaze
Judge’s captivation
The win
The Trophy
Recognition
Showcase
Stardom
Greatness
Cheers at the end
Muscle opponent win.