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The Titan
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is the tool for the development of mankind, to the point, that we too can become masters of our destiny
His enemies are many they will try to thwart his moves, even try the law, to imprison him, send him to an island to silence him, or perhaps have
him silenced by a paid assassin's marksman ship They say he is rich like that was a sin his wealth is abstract as he uses his money for the good of us, money is a tool to reach his goals, that’s we the people who see his foresight must be vigilant and let him work his magic
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Flour on her hands, and centuries on her elbow
Fingers balance a 'hand-me-down' dish,
Roosting deftly on finger-tips, high in mid-air
Lovingly she spins it, magician's hands twirling
Trimming the edges with flourish and flair
A bit like Da Vinci' ,…a small tool in hand
Skillfully carving, as a blade skims the rim
Pieces of pie dough, will soon drop away
She is shearing the excess, and trimming the dough
That turn into ribbons…wouldn't you know?
You must use every scrap,…meaning just that!..
Waste not, want not…each morsel a prize
Rolling them flat to large walnut size
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Spread thick the butter…nothing is better
A sprinkle goes here, a sprinkle goes there
Cinnamon sugar, please don’t be spare
Baking till golden, toasting next to the pie
A preview of magic, a taste of delight
How does she know it, ... this magic voodoo?
Lessons in chemistry, from so long ago
She had watched this drama unfold in her dreams
Unfolding and playing on her memory's screen
This silent black magic, will play once again
Although the old soundtrack, worn of it's skill
The warmth of old memories, will never be stilled…
Don't bother to ask, for recipe pages
It is magic at best....., so priceless the task
So sprinkled with love, and has passed through the ages
“Hello….uh, umm…Have we met?...Yea, that's right…Sure… Karen?”
Well I don't know you well but you seem like the kind
That might join me for coffee at the five-and-dime?
But they don’t have five-and-dimes anymore,
Now they just call them 'Dollar Stores'.
And you won't find a counter where coffee is served
But if licorice and Spam is what you prefer
A big Beggar’s Banquet is in store for you.
We can chat and can laugh in my Subaru.
Now a half-hour ago you were almost a stranger
And a question like this could perhaps signal danger…
Can we go to my place and chat there instead?
My tool shed is warm (and there won't be a bed!)
But there’s an old wooden desk that I got from my mom
And a field jacket on the wall I brought back from Nam,
Amid mouse traps, rakes, and seed for the lawn.
I can brew up some tea; it won't take too long,
It’s there that I write, maybe smoke a cigar.
Its there that I keep my fears in a jar,
A family reunion is framed on the wall.
And my Stella guitar leaning in amongst all,
If you just take a chair and let me sing you some songs
That an old man kept hidden but never belonged
In this dusty old shack. So…if you please, may I croon?
Please, sit in the chair. Let me sing you a tune.
... and the song I sang? From Donovan - https://youtu.be/-cd2yG7BiVg
How protective the cool umbrella is !, You are a symbol of shelter or fashion, I wonder at your great ,endless service, I will always keep and love you with passion, A priceless mind is like an umbrella, It is very useful when it opens and acts, A true friend is like an umbrella, At beginning you are lady's thing by fact , You are designed to save person from rain , It has given subtle shade from the sunny sun,
An umbrella is a child of human brain, Is it a real tool for shielding from the sun?, Kindness and humanity are your watch words,
Please mend it before rain .
The WOKE CAN ALL TAKE A HIKE
Depressing this year to celebrate the USA nation.
When our flag is dishonored
at the Olympics is a big
sensation!
Causes this poetess tears,
and inner consternation.
Both leadership, multiple insane groups, treat the USA like dirt.
Burning cities, looting, and
multiple humans, dying or getting hurt.
The move is on, to have
Marxism rule.
The ploy in using racism is
definitely the Devils' tool.
I recall when the buildings
on 9/11 fell.
We all cried together, thought
we were dying and might go
to hell.
Any patriot is beaten or spat
upon.
The theme is "hate America"
at each and every dawn.
You, yes, you Americans
know what I mean!
Each morning you buy hate
from leadership, carried out
by the media.
AKA, the fake news propaganda machine.
Some Americans awash in
thinking all things should be
free.
That's Communist thinking,
don't you see?
In a Capitalist Society,you
work, pay your own way to
be free.
Otherwise, you complain and
whine, you..a Communist be.
So don't fly the flag anymore.
We are a censored, lied to
nation, the enemy is living or already, at your front door.
Go ahead, blame patriots who call for America first.
Many hate this and use fists
of fury with a Wuhan thirst.
I don't know how we will survive.
When every death is reported as Covid, a disgusting lie.
I long for years ago.
With meat hot dogs, and
when Coca-Cola was unwoke.
No fireworks do I want to see!
With total freedom, for each
American soul, I pray, returned to thee.
7/4/2021
I have always admire hair waves back then,
My hairstyles speak of culture far the sea...
A place I dream but I have always pen;
Maybe if not wrong, my country would be
Just like her, one day.
Visa henceforth, won't delay...
What government portray.
My swags recount past familiar legends
Of insightful pride taking love's guardian,
Haunting down ego to help all survive...
The beast of time, change and grace-- being alive.
Just as fierce as fire,
Dreams keep whole, intense desire
Burning to acquire...
My stepping while on every walk seems cool,
As though I am a peacemaker cum chaos...
That film beasts tempting forsaking wrath's tool,
Ego had long abandoned to hamas.
Just as Gaza cries,
Daily for relieving sighs...
To bring war's demise.
Only my wallet has never, not once
Envelope dollars with handy texture,
That holds transformation to trusty bunce...
Cum life cycle's change- an adventurer.
Just like chance stakes luck,
Fate's creation plays faith dumbstruck
Cum enough havoc.
My supposed tribal marks leads on dispute,
Betwixt my parents; each for a nice take
Arguing her stand of him to bail repute.
How early I am ancestral heartbreak!
Just wondering why so,
Yoruba looks Igbo pro...
My look shines aglow.
As I see it there is no cure
Meds can help that's for sure
But meds can make things alot worse
Mental health is a real bad curse
The meds will help you sleep at night
Or even help you fight or flight
The effects may damage your internal store
Kidneys livers even more
I know this at first hand
So join me on this awareness stand
I stand here totally med free
Trying to think rationally
Its about trapped memories
We must search for the keys
The only way to rid this fear
Process the memory shed a tear
To process the memory we must go back
Get the processor back on track
Its a complex piece of machinery
It's called the brain can't you see
They talk of trauma and incidents
Put it in the box sounds magnificent
The filing cabinet is over flowing
PTSD just keeps on growing
So relax and ground yourself
Another winner in mental health
Do this and return from hell
Use sight,touch, sound and even smell
Bring yourself out of the dark place
Look around for the friendly face
Open up and talk it through
This victory does belong to you
Many types of help out there
A lot of family and friends do care
Don't try to fight it on your own
The black dog has just grown
Try the doctors or self refer
You need help that's for sure
Once in the system your tool box is bigger
Hit the black dog with the big yellow digger
He will never totally disappear
You will be stronger have no fear
When he raises his ugly head
Your strength will put him back to bed
I am referring to therapy
Non intrusive just you see
It's not for everyone I do know
But surely it is worth a go
Finally I will just say
Take every day
DAY BY DAY
Stay strong and remain positive
You've deserved the right to live
Hey diddle diddle
I'm the cat with the fiddle
Keeping my fiddle near
What would you like to hear
Any tune to catch your ear
Follow my sound
Lead yourself out of the lost and found
Dance to my tune
It made the cow jump over the moon
While it was the druggie that stole the spoon
The sound of my bow
Keeps the world in tow
Piper of the strings
People it brings
Following my sound
souls it will bound
Dont be a sheep
Following in your sleep
following the pretty
sound
Don't know where your bound
Believing all you see
Your mind you gave for free
Don't be a fool
Blindly following some rule
The fddle is just the tool
you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse
how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to leave anything behind
day after day
night after night
year after year
till the memory
of who I was dissapears
a little bit more every day
you wear me away
voiceless, I fade
silent in your silent tirade
only pebbles remain
of a once templed soul
and with a little more time
pulverized,
they blow away...
by the constant silent howling
of your loveless heart
Eileen Manassian
I must say that it was a very mild and doubtful assumption because I could not understand how and why a spider would allow himself to become trapped in his own web. That is why I was compelled to do a special investigation this morning.
More than forty years ago, I was hired by A company that made it clear to me that 'Job One' was, 'assume Nothing'. A famous US President once coined the line, 'Trust but verify'. This morning, 'Assume but verify' was most appropriate for me. At around 8am this Saturday morning, I observed a spider in our garage whom I had seen in an immobilized position for several weeks. I continued to notice him and it appears each time I saw him, I could detect no movement and thus assumed that he was dead in his own web. But Oh, how wrong I was.
This morning, my curiosity got the best of me. So I decided to reach out and touch him. With a tool in hand, I touched the eight-legged spider whereupon he shook back and forth most ferociously, leaving no doubt that he was indeed alive and well. It was then that I also saw two smaller spiders and tested them as well. They also displayed a show of liveliness whereupon I suspected they were in training being taught how to trap a meal.
Some may deem my garage investigative reporting mere child's play, but I
Rather think I should beware of my surroundings because in so doing, I just might learn something.
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