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Every now and then,
When the moon is in the right quarter,
I think of my daughter,
And then,
I want to bake a cheesecake that is even better,
Than the one I baked to impress her then.
An invitation to tea when the moon was in the right quarter,
So out came my old recipe book then,
A lemon cheese cake, could not be better,
A week to get the ingredients then,
And make a cheesecake that trumps the last one I made my daughter.
And then,
Back to the recipe book before the moon moved to an unfavorable quarter,
Now where in the book was the lemon cheesecake recipe then,
It had to be there, the moon was still in the right quarter,
What other explanation could there be then,
Later after an hour and a quarter,
I found I was not yet going out of my mind then,
And could put off upsetting my daughter.
If it is a lemon cheesecake I told my other daughter,
That is what it should be called then,
Especially when the moon is in the right quarter,
So why call it a superb cheesecake then,
As I have no wish to upset my daughter,
Before the time comes when?
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Believe me...buddy:
I've been through my ups and downs!
Stay strong, child of His!
I feel so sublime
Like a verse with cheery rhyme
Yes – wonderful time!
I let out laughter
I squeal with childlike joy…and
A waterfall? Oh boy…
I chillax and breathe
In and out…calming my nerves
I’m a fearless man!
Thrilled, but terrified
You’re fine – all I have to do
Is go with the flow!
I drift on calmly
Fate’s drawing near, don’t worry!
Accept the challenge!
Ch-chilled to the bone
I’m about to lose control
I need self-control!
Relax, boy! Kick back
Come on, man! Break a leg – hah!
I can face my fears . . .
I am colliding
I’m letting go of my boat
Ooh, I am gliding!
I feel superb vibes,
Crawlin’ up and down my spine
Wonderful feeling!
Listen up...buddy!
My heart has been pumped with glee
You heard my heartbeats?
As I went to bed last night the snows began to fly.
I was awakened about half past six by the snow removal guy!
That dude crawled out of his bed about a quarter past three!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
Thursday is the day the trash man collects trash at our curb.
He's one of those unsung heroes who performs a job superb!
Oh! How my back aches watching him heave barrels of debris!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
I'm thankful for the dairy folks who provide our milk and cheese,
And for the long-suffering cows that tolerate the pull and squeeze!
But the guy who mucks the stables is vital to no less a degree!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
Maintaining sewer lines to keep things flowing is honest work.
We'd be in a heap of trouble if his duties he should shirk!
The "sewer engineer's" pay stinks but he presses on willingly!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
I enjoy a tuna salad sandwich or salmon patties now and then.
I can appreciate the folks who filet the fish and pack 'em in a can.
It ain't the most desirable occupation, 'tis very plain to see!
But somebody's gotta do it! Praise the Lord - it ain't me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
narcissistic negativity in higher learning.
nods of forget-me-nots, knots in shyness
satisfying unconfidence - look at me,
don’t look at me, pass by, stop...please.
brat in me left for a funeral, fuming dissonance;
meanwhile friends thought I was dead, falling
off the precipice of this world, woe is me;
shame...I should feel shame at sharp turn
from reality - negativity my play.
the dead fell into me, he was condemned
to die an untimely death from pot, “they say.”
poor lot of the dead, drudgery of debt —
undefiled, dallying not with love nor hate.
i hated the solo seat next to this strange, pudgy boy -
he was only a boy, a barbizon actor - parting was such sweet sorrow,
he left the Globe Theater.
my bland diet of diurnal tides, wicked flow
of upset and woe, dictated by me -
for eternity i think not;
the shredmonster to grind the grandiose
conjecture of a silly girl’s thoughts,
thoughtless and lost.
now i know every life counts:
the drowned, the blood-ill, the poisoned
and the one-way erasure.
every moment counted - the countless counting
in math class, the superb poems i kissed or
absentmindedly missed, hysterical history
superciliously rendered to simple ears,
later pierced with inlaid gems — truth.
what is truth, asked by ages past - past my prime,
prim and proper squeezed through butt cheeks.
we must laugh, not just in the dark but in open places.
tear the pieces of my heart, the decor relentless
however i see through arbitrary glasses, classes
taught by God. i pray don’t break me. fragile glass,
shards sunken in — buried in the ocean sand.
my personality could split in half, in quarters —
behind the shed. negativity relishing, nodding.
positive i will not end up this way. my vocabulary
shan’t never be small, again i shall pour out
pages and pages of potential balm.
moisturizing at my age necessary — when you’re a child,
chilblains are myth. catharsis
chitter-chatters better with false teeth and assorted feathers.
12/5/2020
Contest: Catharis
Sponsor: Silent One
*Shakespeare
I'm utterly a hermetic swarm of chemicals.
Our atoms are uniquely spotted over medicals.
Inside every iota arise unique waves of strenuosity.
It is stunning since we're concerned not to see.
The intensity waves in the query are identical.
In each one of us?In the enduring genetical?
Hence, it is the idea of genuine humanity.
My inner being is made up mainly of vitality.
Our planet is a satellite girding a stellar body.
On a heroic endeavor as you rest adequately.
There's a compelling goal needs to echo left or right.
All is cautiously stowed to a programmed flight.
While lying in bed wheezing and having a dream
You'd be flabbergasted at the spots will redeem.
You'd have beheld the divine cores in their glory.
What might have ensued will stall you ever-lively?
The eternal truth, however, is a lot as well peculiar.
If you didn't foresee Earth is, in eternal fact, flatter.
There's a compelling reason that needs to unfold more.
It's superb that we didn't all fall on a live shore.
Written: April 22, 2022
Lovely. Marvelous. Wonderful. Great. Terrific. Superb. Well done. Bravo. Wow.
Yes I am practicing in the mirror for the Olympics’ positive affirmation delivery competition.
Tremendous, I say. My eyes are glittering happily.
Stupendous, I say. My nose wrinkles in a funny way.
Ever-shineful, I say. I laugh.
Mindfully, willfully, happily, skillfully done, I congratulate myself.
You have my love, my hopes and my dreams, I tell myself. Yes, I can use this.
Always in admiration, my friend. Always in awe I think as I drive to the competition.
I enter the arena, confident. My number is called. I walk onstage in front of thousands of people.
I am excited, thrilled, glad to be our country’s representative.
Then they bring out a person who has a dour, sour, mean look.
Her arms are folded and she is glaring at me. She reminds me of the meanest teacher I ever had, a person I have never forgiven.
My work is to get this unknown person to high five me.
This is impossible, I say, so I bow out. I am the third to do so.
Body language and facial cues are everything.
We read you and feel you before you ever say a word.
Certainly November is lovely
beyond our intuition and expectation...
as it paves the empty roadways
with auburn foilage;
and the gently hissing wind
creates its own cheerful melody,
because frickle imagination
provides the words of a memorable song!
The tireless and wild stallions,
with their astounding presence,
follow the bridlepath though verdant hills...
leading them to a quite pinegrove,
where they can refresh themselves
into a clear, sparkling waterfall!
The familiar sluggishness of an Autmn's day
seems to have the same monotony
of weary streams scurring away
with someone's dreamy mind....
elevating itself to the superb Creation;
as the lonesome writer stages his play
in a tranquil landscape of a hidden town
still untouched by civilization!
Like those massive herds
of butchbirds and scissortails,at dawn
oozing off on rough branches ,
before taking flight to southerns' borders....
to escape winter's smoldered freedom,
not trusting the untrustworthy sky above
when the loudest thunder strikes again!
Beyond the closed window,.
the tearful and lonely widow
will surely die of boredom...
without feeding the yellow canary
that tapped on her open window:
how happy she felt to see him...
his presence diluted her sorrow,
because all she wanted was his company!
Instruction to court reporter
Despite the superb qualifications of these individuals, and despite the fact that President Trump and his legal advisors at the White House and Department of Justice reviewed, approved, nominated and appointed them to serve as interim U.S. Attorneys even before the Senate confirmed them, the President has now forced both of them to resign.
Todd Gilbert resigned about a month after his appointment as interim U.S. Attorney as he refused Department of Justice pressure to demote a longtime non-political attorney from the leadership team in his office. Erik Siebert resigned on September 19 as he refused Administration pressure to bring a baseless criminal case against someone who President Trump sees as a political opponent.
When asked on September 19 about Siebert, Trump admitted: “I want him out.” Trump later bragged about firing Siebert on his social media account. Bizarrely, he claimed that one reason was that Senator Warner and I had recommended him and that we were “bad guys” and “bad Senators.” He seems to have entirely forgotten that he himself nominated Siebert and Gilbert to be U.S. Attorneys!
Financial loss of counters opposite failing verbals
This task of free speech even when instructions are given legally fails the mind of staff members.
Yet term limits are produced in a non progressive product of conclusion
Corruption evidence from failure within the highest branches of government.
The process of liberating in military cut throat allergiance sense hesitates and war gains a list life no longer disruptive as passed tense is drawn.
Literature was pursued
by the greatest individuals who ever lived,
and they left us works of unsurpassable wisdom;
human emotions have always been the same,
and this can't attest to the fact that they will not change anytime soon,
but the freer we are, the further we go up in our balloon.
The richest heritage of Humankind
is found in the written word, which is heard often and not really understood;
where would we be today without the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare that were quite sad,
or Dante's famous canto, not excluding superb works by modern writers?...
During the dark ages, monks translated books from Greek and Latin into common languages;
as the barbarians destroyed everything found in their path, civilization did not end.
Tragedies of famous people attracted the lucrative minds of poets who had heard of them,
thus embellishing them with their vivid imagination and present actual facts...I follow in
their poetic footsteps, writing down stories that have recently happened, or occurred
before I was born; and with ideas as interesting as theirs, I continue in that tradition
without envying their unaging expressions and distinguished style, but by aggrandizing them.
Literature has finally found its merited place in History, unlikely a hundred years ago,
more people are voraciously reading, and keeping the writers busy by admiring
their sensational works, making comments of encouragement to boost up their optimism;
and to theaters they go and spent an entire night to listen to drama and satire...to scoff,
laugh, or cry when emotions intensify by the sconces of the electric lights; and cheering,
they applaud the richest heritage of Humankind on stage, and are captivated by its scenario.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries;
Subliminal message makes mouths water;
Phantasms won’t let go of the fields
lost to the four winds of conflagration;
Subliminal message makes mouths water,
you can smell such a superb sweetness;
Lost to the four winds of conflagration,
smoke is no match for rich history;
You can smell such a superb sweetness,
esculent you taste but can’t find them;
Smoke is no match for rich history
writing a declaration into urban legend;
Esculent you taste but can’t find them,
an overwhelming vision overtakes you;
Writing a declaration into urban legend
shared at slumber parties for continuity;
An overwhelming vision overtakes you,
phantasms won’t let go of the fields;
Shared at slumber parties for continuity,
fiendish they encapsulate strawberries.