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As information is sourced, we knowledge add.
Entertainment is accessed by each ipad.
The cost of research is by the net reduced,
whilst addiction to **** is by it induced.
Banking transactions are by it made easy,
so does the convenience of a shopping spree.
We conveniently send mails by speed of light,
and connect to old buddies beyond our sight.
Its flash of lightening promotes the breaking news,
so does its ill wind the fake ones for our views.
It mocks distance with commercial activities,
and lures perverts to their sexual proclivities.
It does our world flatten with mobile services,
its not by distance hindered for con men's vices,
neither will it the distant swindled protect.
It does the deeds of distant bullies perfect.
Transnational love has by it been produced,
when love birds electronically are introduced.
Global link that binds us all like a cobweb;
Old and young alike, each enslaved by the web.
A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It teached me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
There is that ever-popular Motel Six version, for it's their bread-n-butter, and then there are less promiscuity five-star types ... like those donning wedding rings, or discreetly rounds of roses of the week.
With my lead in-house, left me her line open to entertain a levy of calls, as sightseeing does not amuse Ms. Sanford explosives, free my time for early use of one of our day-use rooms for leisure, as well as, prep myself a shower prior to my entertaining an elusive quandary.
I checked on Jane, had she any news, other than she called Hog's Breath and was told that Clint had gone out with friends?
Subject: Day use. A temporal use of a room. Subject's topical use of a room as opposed to its thorough use. It privileges the Red-Eye flight catchers to opt for a late check out of their suite at 50% less its price.
If the privileges are abused of its intent, a call justified by the night housekeeping manager, and in all such cases the guest would be long absent till its discovery, the question is then left to me.
Knowing the depth of the scenario, where the proclivities of a maid's list will provide, a 'C/O'-check out room prioritizes the guest less likely to be present requiring thorough cleaning as opposed to a 'D/U'-day use room and its expected lingering guest having a dash and go from it ...
Maid accepts OT or leave as an added for the night shift, nonetheless, a guest surprised by its credit card/company bill ... charge them.
The Three Little Pigs
The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs
They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have to change the laws of the legislature
Pigs and poetry was made a crime
The horses sneered, well it was about time
They wrote dirty prose and broken verse
Why even Orwell felt this was totally perverse
The ducks just clucked
As ducks normally doo
They chuckled at pig poets going to the loo
They would soon fly away, or else they would be forced to sue
The three little pigs
For their poetry stew
Nuwas rode in on his donkey grey
Looked at the pigs and said oh no don’t you stay
When Abu yelled to the sheep over there
He said bring me a sheepskin and a little of him
Wine flowed as he spun his tales from jail
Of the young couple Mary and Joseph, he laughed and he wailed
Why he said of the three little pigs
Thought themselves Royals cause they wrote with pig-pens
At the wave of his glass, is said be off to your dens
I of antiquity, shall cheer and dance with my fellow turkmen
Seeking justice the pigs went to the owl
However the goats looked up and cried that’s a fowl
Now the farmer was away paying his taxes in town
When he came back to the farm
He found three little pigs had drowned
Notes: This was inspired by a combination of ideas concepts, the first being George Orwell’s Animal Farm, then the controversial proclivities of Abu Nuwas, and the common thread, other than the bizarre, is the freedom to question all things, the failure to do so, only slows down the advancement of science and new ideas.
Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.
Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections
deeply confessed.
Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.
Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.
Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.
Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.
Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.
Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.
Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.
Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.
What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It taught me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Random chain of events
preceded occurrence re:
guarding existence of me
interminable fits and starts
concerning self destruction
inherent within one measly
self important species.
Yours truly synonymous
with any chance reader
(of course inclusive those
untold past multitudes,
who trod upon this oblate
spheroid preceding one
anonymous groveling,
middling sniveling modest
*****sapien) pursuant
upon unknown destination
giving contemplative,
introspective, speculative...
pause every now and again,
asper bajillion prior
bipedal hominids, whose
individual deliberate or
random natural biological
impulses wrought sons
and/or daughters, whose
subsequent call, sans their
wild procreative proclivities
unwittingly begat the
unique chromosomal
combinations inscribed genes
imbuing each of us with
transient occupancy to revel,
relish, reckon very finite
number of orbitz around
nearest star, how longevity
(till mortality – leisurely
and/or vocationally)
expended, yet anatomically,
biochemically, physiologically...
linkedin with avast
gamut incorporating
unknowable determinants sole
fully cobbling wide, whirled
webbing, (albeit skein
microscopic) comprising
resultant Deoxyribonucleic
amalgamations, combinations,
emulations...throughout
untold generations eventually
giving (swell pregnant)
rise to healthy progeny
predicated on an uneventful
tragic mishap in utero
preceding parturition, which
miraculous seminal fertilization
regarding series of
fortunate events delineating
quintessentially strapping
robust tot destined (years later)
to continue human
species, thus I ponder
tremendous steep odds (analogous
to drawing winning lottery
ticket), when reproductive
processes diploid propagating
one after another ongoing
generation, yet in retrospect
every cellular T-Mobile
chance coupling attendant on
haphazard spontaneous
buzzfeeding circumstances
promulgating prolific primal
precedents begetting each
individual necessitating tenuous
fluke (worm hungers) engaging,
engendering, engineering...
(similar to science experiment)
endowing penultimate on the fly
fusion between two haploid cells
impossible to explain convincingly,
(asper in my mind) the notion
predestination intervenes
likened to invisible hand.
Will you please be so kind as to explain why,
gentlemen of your ilk or, much as you,
on first meeting, soon after greeting,
or within a conversation or two,
to those like me, or such as I,
feel the need, to bring up to speed,
and are compelled to dwell on and extol,
their personal proclivities, propensities,
predilections, predispositions,
inclinations and tendencies?
Come what may, we are who we are, it is what it is,
whereby, we have no say and, by all means,
it's preordained, hereditary, chance or happenstance,
and, as does diarrhoea, runs in the genes.
For, as to the preferences of others,
I must admit, be aware, I don't care one little bit,
and for their penchants, not a lot, in fact, nary a single jot,
altho', I wish they wouldn't swish, as they look silly doing it.
But, in the end, they may tend to extend,
or rise to the occasion,
and participate in the bringing of
brotherly love to those of their persuasion.
Behold the busy bumblebee
Gathering pollen and nectar, his treasure.
He transports it home
To be stored in a comb
For his queen to dine on at her leisure.
How doth the humble bumblebee
Manage all that he does without stumbling?
He toils night and day,
Earning minimum pay,
Her commands he'll obey without grumbling.
Wherefore's he called a "bumble bee"?
Throughout all that rough and rowdy tumbling
Industriousness is no quirk,
There's no task he will shirk,
So, don't smirk, he is anything but "bumbling".
In a thriving hive of buzzin' bees
Will reside several dozen cousin bees,
All of whom are humble bees,
And very busy bumblebees,
Knee-deep in bees' activities
And apian proclivities
That show their main necessity
If just to bee or not to bee.