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"Hello there, forlorn old clock upon the antique store shelf!
I can't bear to leave you there reminiscing by yourself.
You'd sure look fine reposing upon the mantel in my house!
Let me fetch some bail to redeem you from my spouse!"
Now I usually don't converse with an inanimate object,
But I thought 'twould be interesting with the clock to reflect,
Upon his ancient genesis and from whence he came.
I'll call him Mister Smith since that was the maker's name.
"I see you were born in England", then, I let him take it from there.
"I think I was born in Piddlehinton but I cannot really swear.
I 'ave a pedigree you know! I graced the palace of a king,
Where I rang me chimes, kept the time and dutifully did me thing!"
"I fell from grace and to the colonies me way I did wend,
And fell in with a kind soul I thought I could befriend.
But me melodious Westminster chimes 'e couldn't abide.
'E said I kept 'is kids and dog awake, so 'e cast me aside!"
"So that's 'ow I ended up on this bleak shelf, you see.
'Til you came along" he sobbed, "no one wanted me!"
I could see he was all 'wound up' and so to ease his tension,
I bought him, oiled his wheels and adjusted his hanging suspension!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension
Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension
Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from
Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation
Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate
I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche
While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression
Archetypes are not therefore I am
11th June 2016
Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
This day born an industrious Eve
Good on paper and better practical wise
Which Adam gets to have a view
How truly the combination would yield
Of himself in his Maker's image
Feel safe and relax-- caution free
Without mirror cum a true reflection
Today's atmospheric template perceive
The bliss, grace, and joy of age to apprise
Giving everyone an open hint to the right clue
How nature's agents naturally wield
Combining colors like rainbow in range
To celebrating her age in such a wonderful glee
Season is experiencing a nice actualization!
To celebrate you isn't a choice
A must if not would develop an ire
Be there soon with you and the cake
But as I prepare, don't wait the party
What a traffic quite aleatory can do?
Just woke up to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Meanwhile, such a moment can't be missed
Gain more wishes with the party noise
Let your dance steps electrify souls like wire
Many would have it a nice memory for that sake
Some will map it out footing such really arty
And laugh themselves all alone without a boo
Yet of you each will have h/her own say
And eventually take it a lovely twist
Over the year gone by, life has a weir
High or low, one can't jump in reverse
May be of laughter in memory, we can
Or of joy in abundance cum such dream
Like what regret can only adjust for us
Or the skills failure enriched our energy
To keep fit the focus of moving forward
Hang them all up in praise as to coffin by bier
And baptize each but only the lessons, don't submerse
To cool its repetitive heat, you need its fan
Alone in its drowning sea, learn how you once swum its stream
That is surely an empowering plus
To cope with a recurrence life lethargy
Aiming at a good time to drag one backward
Please shift to a clockwise direction, be veer
Past is such an insincere infection
Permit not its influence to interfere
Lest, you go ga ga ga in suspension
Instead of going gay gay gay for success
And unsteady motion will rest
Till comes out every of your timing best
Be good dear lovely sister
Be happy now and forever
Be nice to your darling mister
Be his pill cum natural fever ??
Make the best out of today
Make even the very beast go really gay
Make sure sky is not just red
Make sense of the say from each head
Courtesy of Adebiyi Anu O'Dayo
It was the peak of summer
In St. Mary Mead.
Miss Marple and friend
Had many to feed.
They hired a Butler
To meet their need.
"We must have wine at the party!"
They both agreed.
But like any sleuth,
Miss Marple's eyes
And ears were sharpened.
They became mini spies.
Seemingly scatty
In her old lady guise.
Would hints be dropped?
Or would the guests be wise?
Four mere days prior
An innocent dropped dead.
For out of the blue,
A bullet whizzed through their head!
This was not the topic
Conversed. But instead,
The guests talked trivia.
Pets, careers, kids, bed!
But Marple is not one
Who is easily deceived.
She was more with it
Than people believed.
Dotting I's, crossing T's
She at once perceived.
She shrugged, smiled sweetly
Content and relieved.
"Why should this man be
Brought to my attention?
Why hire him?"
She held the suspension...
All felt the heat
Of the rising tension.
"All is now clear. Though
It was not your intention."
Her eyes swept the room
And stopped, meeting his.
Could it really be him?
What's the meaning of this?
All were astonished.
Dumbfounded. Speechless.
Suspicion fell on the Butler!
Was it him? No or Yes?
Written on July 15th 2022
For the "One In Five 2" contest
Phrase 2 (Suspicion fell on the Butler)
Sponsor: Joseph May
A Candle in the dark
I could not see
A hand holding,
Could not hear
A voice calling,
But I was cold,
And sore for sight,
Was old
Long tired of night
And any spark would do
If in passing by chance
Was left
A glow of You.
A candle in the dark
No fancy cradle
Or proper handle for holding--
Not the slightest flutter of
Angel wings
Or strum of harps,
Reverent chant rising
From mysterious
Cloaked beings--
But always I have
Sensed Your warmth,
Safe suspension somewhere
Holding me
And anywhere will do
Because somehow
I know
At least
One supporting air
Is You--
A candle in the dark--
All warranties expired
None having ever
Been guarantees;
No sound trade-in
For newer model,
Too few years left
For loan-paying,
My little-light dimming
As The Thief
With illumination in his pocket
Slips silently away
As Time
Camouflaged as living
Leaves me where I started
But never doubting
In the end
To be led
Safely home
By Your loving candle
Out of my dark….
vaudeville stepped off the stage
and leapt into the living room
with hot topic-tuned antenna views
shy ventriloquists turned from radio
to television with a vision to be seen
juggling with eye-catching
candle-, duck-, and ten-, pins
off the bowler skids in aerial suspension
abracadabra handlers saw their guests -
half of them enjoyed their shows
hats and canes spinning, shoes tapping
all the old variety - hosts rolling eyes
acrobats rose above them all -
the fall guys, the masters of the skies
Marx, Burns, Allen, Fields, Benny
broke their audience records
showcase of holidays and war
in time with comedy and lyrics
The good old daze
replaced by supersonic, telephonic-cell
(the farmer in the dell throws down his pitchfork
to watch)
to hock back the latest, greatest craze
of series, not to purge, but to binge
staying carefully away from Burnett, Sonny and Cher,
Donny and Marie, and Ed.
drooping eyes spring glasses,
a glass of red or white…
elsewhere, the hypothalamus of the kids,
impacted by Squiddy, Stampy and CaptainSparklez
5/25/2023
"A Conversation with Aenesidemus"
all perceptions are relative
and interact
one upon another
take a coin
stand it vertical
spin it
gravity does that
it’s one way or the other
there is no in between
middle roads
even when you hold it
steady between your fingers
there is one side or the other
the middle exists
it stands for what its worth
for a short time
let go of the hold,
it wobbles and
topples over
and falls in line
one side or the other
eventually
choices are detours
you may take the high road
and one may take the low road
the road less traveled
too, converges,
where both high and low roads
eventually meet,
some say its complex
if you ask me,
designed,
even chaos has its place,
simple, neat
all perceptions are relative
and interact
upon another
truth,
he said,
varies infinitely
under circumstances
whose relative weight
cannot be accurately gauged
nor guaranteed
therefore, there is
no absolute knowledge
for everyone,
for all people
are brought up
with different beliefs
under different laws
under different
social conditions
yet, he says,
pyrrhonistically
speaking
all perceptions are relative
and interact
upon another
hiccups
contradictory
scrolls of tropai modes
the suspension
of judgment
it’s enough
to do your head in
all this walking on water
a real tonic
for those
experiencing cptsd
humour and
intelligencia
assists,
streaming
light through
jadeful windows
enter left screen
Belief
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
how does the night
seduce me
in his ebony suspension
over and over
how could a child of ivory,
crave serenity
in total darkness
I watch my skin
marshal geese,
a shiver whispers
up my spine
I burnt the cello
rasping strings
till their dark dance,
encouraged a stars birth
and the sky glimmered life
I dismembered a violin
on platinum dunes of dust,
eclipsing the face of Venus
that never failed to turn,
now braided in glass
I am,
the beating drum
that serenades twilight,
the flute that trembles
birds to flight,
lifting the saffron veil,
between this day
the next
I live with this knowing,
I will never be free
cutis anserina move me,
over and under
she rises up
to whisper her secrets
dawn is coming,
as maypoles of ribbon-ed light
play the sunrise melody,
archangels gather
glancing over his
shoulder, teasing to
cavort with lovers
the world over
Don Giovanni
(night)
in his ebony robes
consumes me,
I am torn,
into darkness
as fibrils of light
a breath out of reach
Keep your morning informed
With a piece of newspaper
Stay connected with the rest of the world
Besides your small confined self-centred world
Stay up-to-date with
The critical news
The breaking news
The latest news
The in-depth reports
Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world
But news can't simply be surfaced
Without evidence of a witness
Or some physical proofs
Or else it will be charged
But a piece of news after
A long court case or a suspension
Is no more first-hand
And no more attracting
And a piece of news incomplete
Is no more a reflection of the truth
A piece of newspaper will gradually become
A piece of tissue paper,wrapping paper or waste paper
And the world will simply forget it
As a past event or a piece of history
The world won't learn any lesson
As it is no more news by tomorrow
Couple coding : she combined the two first names to
create one name. Fans of this character often loved
these two people.
While their characters were hot: they would often
tour signing autographs,
making a lot of money selling merchandise and
meeting there fans.Key frames in animation often
bridge the gap: between keyframes. It's a term called
inbetweens. The poor siblings that close the divide
between characters. Poor to pose characterization
where a script is poor due to the building up
of intensity: to build
suspension between two charters.
The creation of interest so the audience can take part in the excitment.eliminating the separation or difference:
where there is no romantic tensions between the two
characters, there might be a rivalry but not always,
it's just two . In the creation of "Spira Tanto " is both
a soap opera and cartoon.
It's about an Orange farmer in Italy who's
Orchard was invaded by a mythical moth like spawn.
Until a meteor from
space landed on his land. While removing the space rock
So to did some of the moth creatures who to on humanoid form
and began destroying the oranges. Spira began wearing
promessa fabrics that were strengthened by the mutations
of the space rock.He began flying, he could lift large boulders.
Women began loving him.He could perform the chores of 20 men in one hour. And he began fighting the super strengthen and super intelligent Moth Spawn and their leader Piu Pormento the super mutated spawny moth humanoid.
He is a mutated creature. A super powerful person.