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WORDS
Few words written on my letter
You see again and again who is sender.
Tried to put it in computer hard disk
All on a sudden it dragged to word pad.
Words are hazy, is crazy? Is lazy?
No i am lady.
Feminist written the same
If it in my hard disk for fame.
It’s stashed; it may be dammed but rammed
I may be lost but he can not be.
i will see when i am free.
Papers are thrown away in litter bin.
Again i have separated from my bin to share in.
Dashed the litter bin by my leg, all are dropped out.
But words are not kept out.
Now words are not hazy, are in golden color
Wrapped it but hated my behavior.
saroj khan sakha
The Royal Australian Navy once had a fine destroyer.
It was a ship of the Daring Class named the HMAS Voyager.
This destroyer was tragically sunk in February of 1964.
That infamous event occurred at Jervis Bay.
Eighty-two of Voyager's crew were killed that day.
The carrier Melbourne hit the Voyager and split her in two.
The Melbourne also rammed an American ship too.
This Australian carrier is something we no longer see.
She was sold and scrapped, and is now part of history.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem
My mind was once tranquil lavender...
An equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter depending upon the issue at hand.
Recently it's blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the bleating.
Think only like the riotous others...
And to this, the louder I'll speak.
I've been scolded and told I was born a racist.
Because my plumage is snow white.
But I've never painted a black person a thug.
I only judge by how one leads their life...
My heart has always been with the underdog.
Until they revived Jim Crow law
until they ran their mouths
shouted me down
kicked my heart about
like a rusted tin can.
I've been muzzled for endless months.
via a masked campaign of corruption and deception.
Been quarantined -jabbed again and again.
With marginal medicine and shady remedies.
They've threatened both livelihood and liberties.
My freedom and right just to be...
They've treated me as an animal.
Branded by their political blade.
Across the nape of freedom.
For the sake of power and
the God almighty dollar-
My Second Amendment is always under fire.
From the rose colored, self-righteous rioting crowd.
Now I wear a perpetual-conspiratorial frown.
My tongue inflamed with high-caliber rounds.
You've poked the eagle-ruffled its nest.
Now it's been fully awakened by the blowtorch
You've rammed inside its once peaceful head,
Its long dormant talons slowly unfurling.
Honing its beak on the starry stone of liberty...
Because for decades you've force-fed it.
A concoction of plastic-philosophical blues.
Now it's crowned in a shade of blood red.
It flies even higher and calls ever louder.
Because you've poked it -prodded and mocked it.
Until its patience completely bled out.
In need of being loved.
Whispering bitter blues, unaware of happy faces;
Life wrapped up in bubble wrap is a caged way to live.
Tongue torn from my mouth; words without fire are wasted.
So have my soul and all I own, because all I have to give is apathy.
I am without passion, so my true thoughts sound false.
All I can say is give me a chance
And you might help me to find my voice.
As I walk along in my little red hoody, I am surrounded by wolves.
As I escape in my Mini Metro, I wish that it could be a Rolls Royce.
But I have forever been a poor boy in a mad man’s creation;
Money is so necessary to become, that I will never be.
As I wave goodbye to my youth, I am in need of inspiration.
I am lost in a shadow of the man I once was and nothing is ever free.
If I promise to change, you would no longer listen,
Because you have heard my words before, so you will know that I lie.
I could tell you with age I will no longer be missing,
But will I still be here in the front of your mind, in the morning light?
Feet rammed into the ground, I cannot be moved,
Unless I hear you say something truly spoken from the heart.
If I could be anything, then I would be just like you,
Because you are capable of doing anything and I love all that you are.
A fingertip away from grabbing my destiny;
I dive into your arms and hope you will catch me.
A bolt from the blue, a memory as a matter of fact;
Your love is worth fighting for, so I will swear this pact…
You and I until the end of time…
Break my heart or love me truly.
The choice is yours, the hope is mine.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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.
If I were to collage next year
I’d place bronze across gold
and third over first,
stick paper upon electric,
paste glutton below thirst.
If I were to sculpt next year
I’d chisel women into boardrooms,
chip away white to reveal colour,
smooth borders, fences and walls,
curve catwalks with something fuller.
If I were to paint next year
I’d splash rainbows over churches
and shade Xs in boxes to stay,
I’d smudge pay gaps, titles and labels,
etch over surgeries, filters and Black Friday.
But if I were to sketch last year,
using invisible ink I’d draw a stage, ruined,
without watercolour I’d wax a bridge, rammed apart,
in fine liner I’d retouch a city’s cycle path, attacked,
keeping a vanishing point in sight and restart.
So if art was time, and I free to design,
I’d graffiti the White House
with handprints the paint of all races,
I’d stencil love above hate,
and erase hurtful mouths from all faces.
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Headed for a party on the Hill.
With a couple hours before it started,
They stopped at a local Bar and Grill.
Hours later, they were feeling fine;
After several drinks and a pizza pie.
Before they made it to the party,
Lenny was drunk and Steve was high.
Going down an old country road,
Lenny was driving way too fast.
With both men having bloodshot eyes,
They didn't see the Cop they passed.
When the cherries flashed and siren blew,
Lenny decided he wouldn't stop.
So leaning forward and pedal down,
The Lush prepared to outrun the Cop.
Doing Eighty with tail end swerving,
Dust and gravel hung in the air.
Braking too hard at the corner,
The Policeman rammed into the pair.
With broken glass and twisted metal,
Their cars crashed into the ditch.
Running towards them with pistol drawn,
They heard, "Don't you two even twitch!"
With cuts and bruises on their bodies,
Missed the party but could tell the tale.
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Today reside in the County Jail.
63.
Three Charms of Luz-Vi-Minda Against Spain
She's Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…
Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon's charm – noblest of our men!
Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan's death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas' charm – quaintest hero!
Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao's charm – enemies thrown!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
I have nothing bad to say to those who die young
It’s no fault of theirs
For in old age they may have foreseen a life so
Burdensome, so demanding, so tiring and so wizened,
With their cute faces eventually lost to the freshness
Of beauty, raw or enhanced.
Imagine wiry, annoying smuts christened grey hair —weeds
On a gold field!
And with “Don’t eat this, don’t drink that.
They are not good for your age.
The time has passed when they would have done your
Body no harm,” rammed into their youthful ears by
Loquacious physicians.
Oh, God!
No!
They had heard enough!
They had seen enough!
So they decide to bow out early, before
It’s all too late, and rainy.
For them, it’s better too soon, with the gurgling
Blood of youth in them, and sunny, than too late, with the
Crinkling bones of senectitude.
Oh, to Hell with sageness!
He rammed his basket
Into the busy isle
Customers looking on
Clearing a path for the angry mile
...blind as a bat
Her face was withered
Hardened by life's trials
Raging with sharp, cutting words
Projectile vomit burning in bile
...missing the target
They line up outside the windows
With signs blazing with cause
Innocent souls passing by
Bombarded in the wrath of pause
...aware, unwilling to change
Worlds looking on the surface
Telling inhabitants how things should be
Believing enlightened consciousness
Is superior to being able to SEE
...WISDOM as necessary
...ahhh...yes, the blind can't see
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-05-2026