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Okay let me get this straight from nothing everything came out of the sea
Uniqueness being a common trait I don't see how this could be
Crickets, to the chicken on your plate and what about the tree
No this was so much more great look around and you shall see
Did the cricket become the cow or was it the other way around
To God they do not like to bow but this theory is so unsound
Some of them became fowl and to the earth were not bound
Others learning how to growl buried themselves in the ground
Some even stayed in the ocean even a mammal named the whale
When they too could of been men very hard to lose such a big tale
Some even became insects then choosing a life that would be so frail
It's God's Glory that reflects as no one would choose to become kale
Why didn't all monkeys make the change and what were they before
Is a raccoon out of the range for an ape doesn't just walk in the door
This whole theory very strange, some still too dumb in biting that lure
No! All of this, only God could arrange and of that I'm completely sure!
Genesis 1:21
And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
The Second Law of thermodynamics/Entropy says as
much as proven by science over 150 years ago.
You can not accept this Law of Science\Entropy,
which is a fact, and then believe in the theory of
Evolution which states the exact opposite.
They are exact opposites.
Odds of Bing Bang just happing 10 to the 123rd power
Number of atoms in the Universe 10 to the 73rd power
Number proving impossibility 10 to the 50th power
Only a God the Creator could create as such.
Even saying you will be without excuse for not knowing His Work.
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
in the colour of a big bird to look masterful became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief they could
take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war a million other birds killed who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance looked like a carpet
for kings and potentates.
From Eastern states, vultures came to feed and defend
to get the big crow and the preening sparrow off their territory.
The crow flew home, the sparrow took a bath to look common.
It did not help the sparrow it had done crow´s bidding
was shunned and had to fly from suburban gardens to another
and sleepless sit under a bush.
I live in a care home,I feel out of whack
I pray to Freyja,please give my legs back
One leg like wet pasta,other a short stump
Does she hear my plea, no ,I feel like a chump
She states call back later what did i do wrong
Freyja please fix my whole leg,make it strong?
I pray I get a prothetic from Lindsay
I pray I go to St Margarite some day
Too long at care home feeling too sickly
I pray for books of verse ,they surely help me
I pray for a true girl friend but I am broke
My legs are useless and I am a joke
I pray I get my bag of olive runes soon
Getting my charged runes on time will be a boon
If hope the shipping costs are recieved on time
If I am told you might be here to you die
Refuse all services ,kiss my **** goodbye
One Shoe On
One shoe is on, the other is gone.
Let’s put this majestic jester hat on—
once upon a time,
a black swan.
2018 into 2019,
my inner voice whispered:
There will be a toilet paper apocalypse.
Get your M95 mask.
A rhyme from the land of Wuhan,
a lab leak—
stay six feet apart.
The joke and the joker will laugh.
Thirty-two, maybe thirty-four felonies
for Trump, from the Big Apple.
Israel attacked by Hamas on the seventh of October.
A kidnapping—someone named Nora—
a cheap motorcycle,
and Al Jazeera knows.
I'm no doctor
Three Kings’ Day, desecrated by rioters.
“Ashley, go home.”
A vision of Corey, a firefighter,
falling during national turmoil.
And the voice says:
“The pen is mightier than the sword.
Turn your head and cough.
So, Fight, fight, fight—
That is my Trump card.”
A quake, seven points,
On or near the seventh day of the seventh month
Near ridgecrest California.
The fall of Afghanistan.
Thirteen U.S. dead.
A special forces 'guy'—
Gone.
Roe v. Wade overturned.
States' rights.
We, the people,
Will be held accountable.
Go home, Emily Willis.
Get out of ****.
If I needed help,
I’ll go to St. George,
Not California.
And a few other Ideas
But whatever I'm not Tiresias
Nor a revelator
Or like a prophetess
Just someone who's missing a shoe.
I am a sinner.
Call me the freak.
I don’t care.
I should have copyrighted it.
Said:
Jesus is the Christ,
Joseph Smith is a prophet.
I lost my faith.
Found it again.
So much déjà vu
I thought I’d gone insane.
Anon in the comments calls me a con.
I don’t care.
You might say i have a demon
I don't care.
Foregone in the present.
Twice before,
maybe.
Once, in 2001–2002.
And maybe—
If the high school memory is real—
1996.
A Cold War relic computer,
an Army officer from the West,
and my warning:
“Tolkien’s Two Towers.
Call 911.”
I don’t know if it was real.
Maybe crazy.
Most likely.
I don’t care.
Often,
personal issues are not entirely about some violation of rights,
but also about politically empowering responsibilities
to cooperatively take care of ourselves,
our healthy/unhealthy families,
our neighborhoods and local communities,
our faith communities and eco-villages,
our states and nations
and oceans and international associations,
our competitive cooperatively-owned commons
and economic corporations
and ecological organic incorporations.
Often,
personal issues
are our greatest political health opportunities
to invite compassionate democracy
by letting go of competitive disempowering degenerative evolution theories,
to invite rightbrain consilience
by letting go of left brain cognitive/affective detachment dissonance.
Often,
personal rights issues
are also political healthy wealth responsibilities.
The Constitution
Words on paper,
Written by people of another time.
Written by people to protect “the people”.
Individuals that fought for;
their families,
their homes,
their towns,
their cities,
their states,
their new country!
America.
The land of the free!
The men and women that fought and paid in blood,
for their rights…
Do not change a word.
No! Not one.
Freedom they wish to steal.
Freedom they disguise and use to their advantage.
Our own laws against us.
Our own desire to accept and tolerate…
A weapon to stab us in the heart.
They are Our rights, not theirs.
It is Our lives not theirs.
It is Our families,
It is Our homes,
It is Our towns,
It is Our states,
It is Our COUNTRY!
America.
Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life.
The continental divide craft the Americas,
termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
from the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants,
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.
Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions. King mop & mow.
Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.
Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom.
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom.
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
A whisper in the night
Even though
The night is mine
Like the African doe
Who hides behind
The bushes in the nighttime
In the Kigali
Every breath you take
Every step you make
Even if the moon longer rises
Or the sun goes out
I will be at your side
If you lose hope
With nothing left to cope
I will be at your side
If your life seems empty whilst others seem to have plenty
Pray to me to appear
To wipe away those tears
For I will be at your side
If you need space and time
To clear your mind
If you need to feel pain
To be reborn again
I will be at your side
If Fate brings you SAD gifts
Like seasonal affective disorders
From all known states
Or borders
Or people filled with and preaching hate
Call to me
And I will be at your side
For your life is but a brief whisper
A quick ride in my Ether
A tiny dot on my ethereal map
A made-up wheel
Created by the Babylonians and Egyptians
That can steal all you feel
So know
Your life was never made to live alone
Driven by a ticking wheel
Call to me
To atone
And I will be at your side
In a flash
Before your world turns to ash
So my Keeper of the Sacred Keys
Peter
Can welcome you home
To a wonderful land
Where you're never alone
But with all your family and beloved friends
And free spirits as all animals roam
Remember to call to me
So I can be at your side
I'm sure you know my name
For I'm also a child
A son of a God sent to guide
All things in his Ether
Which collide
Even the sinful
Who have lied
But more so
For those who souls
Who have cried
Call to me
For dear reader
Faith always provides
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Amaury Guichon never does anything common, small, ordinary or usual.
A creative artesian who thoroughly thinks designs through before he begins.
His craft is chocolatier, and his inventions are phenomenal.
Whimsical, wonderful, wild masterpieces others do not visualize or imagine.
He conjures up elixirs and creations others do not see in their dream states.
A harp? Sure. Rabbit sitting on a stove?
Why not? Pirate ship being devoured by sea monster.
That sounds like a fantastic challenge!
Birdcage? I can have one finished in two hours.
Fiddler cat, barnacle, dragon, pagoda, peacock, butterfly, clock.
I don’t see why not.
Amaury Guichon’s chocolate confections are edible,
but after you receive one who could eat it?
They are works of art of the highest caliber.
Hey! Stop that!
Grandchildren do not understand.
LEAVE THAT ALONE!
I went to Europe, not knowing what to expect. I saw people, places and
things; My visit to Europe was like a fairytale come true. There were
palaces,houses,canals, boulevards, and Grand Central Stations.
These places were elegantly designed in European Architecture that
displayed European Culture.
Pictures of yesterday and today's leaders. Houses built right to each
other. Buildings with different colors and designs to match the
heavenly blue skies above. I left my heart in Europe,because everything
in Europe was picturesque.
Paris looked like it was built from Gold and Ivory. Everything extremely
beautiful. The peoples' of their lands seem friendly. I left my heart in
Europe, I do not know what to do. The United States is beautiful, and
special; but Europe is like another world to itself. I guess the best thing
to do is find a special place for Europe in my heart, because I'm in the
United States, and I only have one heart. I left my heart in Europe.