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No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket
The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain "Wicked"
Neon lit buildings and business bright nights...
A terse description of 8th Ave - I see somethings not right
Jailbait pimps fishing for girlish age bodies
Port of Authority freaks craving school boy young hotties
A bunco, a scam - the cards of "Monte" are three...
White kids from Jersey seeking fake/fresh Ids
Cabbies waiting for fares/get their plates/it's too late
Little courtesy or English and overpriced rates
Electronic stores, you have restaurants; a myriad of stands
that vend snacks
You can have a wad roll of money, yet still looked at if Black
The Homeless Are Human, it's the truth not conjecture
It seems to keep them sans housing gives Midtown its texture
Fleabag hotels are great bargains/I've heard there's four legged pests
You've paid your money - there's danger, but you still can't have guests
Mounted units, Blue grunts to keep the rich ones protected
The last Toe Tag said "No One", why wasn't that crime detected?
A Vagrant says that he's hungry to everyone that he greets
You can't see the flame touch the Pyrex/it's the crack that he eats
On the trains I see animals, sometimes you'd think a new species
Most of those stations need cleaning....in my sight Human Feces
Poetiq visions/my heart troubled/ I had no choice but expound
It goes down daily in the Crab Apple/New York City....Midtown
Dearest Santa, this is for you I write,
To enlighten you about our own plight,
Isn't it Christmas all about peace?
If so, you must listen to our pleas.
We are the turkeys, Grown for the Christmas
Selected, genetically, fattened for meatiness
Suffer from pain due to hip degeneration
Heavy body restrain our locomotion
When in our natural world, we often fly
Roost on trees and watch the night sky
But in the factory, swollen and overfed
We shuffle along in a dimly-lit shed.
Lack of respect for their fellow creatures,
Humans ignore the kind old scriptures.
Profits have compromised animals’ freedom
The world now disregards Nature’s wisdom
Brutally manhandled poor male birds,
Forced to partially clip their beaks.
Mother turkeys are inhumanely violated,
Yet, they never see their eggs hatched.
The babies never know the mother's touch,
How can the man be as cruel as such?
The eggs are taken, when they are laid,
To be hatched in a machine, man-made.
When hatched, packed in crowded units
Motherless chicks, make many mega profits
Dearest Santa, kind and charming,
There’s much cruelty in factory farming.
Humane slaughter is a big fat lie,
Who are the animals that want to die?
Now you’ve heard our story of woe
Dearest Santa, please may I ask you?
Point a way forward to the humankind
To show some compassion in their mind.
Peace is not just a spoken word,
But, an act of kindness to uphold
Christmas time when the world, at ease
The children sing with joy and peace
When you visit with gifts and greetings
Whisper to them about our own grievings
Though it is late now for my generation
Children may stand up for our liberation
The day before, my eyes opened.
I could afford, but at my need
did beg for water and a token-
To buy some bread on which to feed.
I appeared bright and rich to all,
on my feet were a fancy pair.
Yet had no units for a call,
nor any due to shave my beard
I asked a man for some water,
And another for some money,
while i did my heart beat faster
for fear that they might refuse me.
then I thought...
If i have fear; that i won't get,
some water whence i have at home,
and once, for food and grain i fret,
that someone would not share his own,
what kind of fear do beggars have,
before your face, beside your stride?
when in their homes, they have no jar
where food and grain usually lies.
most people say "they have four limbs"
"they shouldn't beg","i will not help".
but even Jesus sought these things,
and depended on those who shared.
''Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life'' Contest.
Form:
The end of everything
The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner
sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years, he had been
the master of the vessel, a friendship between the animate
and the inanimate had developed.
During the war years, the ship delivered high-octane plane
fuel from the USA to Britain, with him on the bridge in storms
and calm; they had seen ships blown up by torpedoes, both
on the starboard side and the portside, it was as the ship and
he breathed in unison.
For five years, they had traversed across the Atlantic except for
a few times when she was in dry dock for maintenance and
when everyone had gone ashore, he stayed onboard, keeping
her company.
So many faces, too many to remember, had crossed her decks
no one stayed long,« she had no comfort in offering narrow cabins
shower units connected to the cold sea; didn’t they
see she had kept them alive?
It is over now, sold as scrap, he, homeless.
Once the king had given him medals, he and the ship had
been extolled in the papers, saying she was a lucky ship
and that they called him a great seaman.
Soon enough, he would go to the mystic island where sailors
and Nirvana’s Ocean cleanses the memories of the departed.
RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC
In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8
Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²
Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6
Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°
50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4
Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8
Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²
Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6
And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°
As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44
As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Numerous number systems beyond the real:
complex numbers, octonions, omnions which can eat whole black holes.
It's axiomatic that your personal history, preferences, how you feel
account for nothing at all.
$30 buys a flock of chickens for a needy family (International Rescue
Committee)
$29 gets a girl a school uniform (CARE), for $300 you can stock a fish
pond (Heifer International)
$69 can start a female entrepreneur in the sewing business (Mercy
Corps)
$5 will buy a bed net that protects a family from mosquitoes (Against
Malaria)
20th century experiments demonstrated that electrical charge is
quantized; that is, it comes in
multiples of individual small units called the elementary charge, e,
approximately equal to 1.602
x 10-19 coulombs (except for particles called quarks which have charges
that are multiples of
1/3e).
Why has the experimentalism of the avant-garde, which has failed in the
novel, succeeded in
poetry? Because poetry is always experimental; while the novel, on the
contrary, by its nature,
cannot be . . . which is to say that experimentalism is synonymous with
poetry, and that applied
to the novel, it leads simply to the substitution of the novel with poetry.
--Alberto Moravia
Man made the town, Fibonacci inflated zero to be the wheel
around which the universe turns and language is the soul
walking and talking quietly or going angrily to war.
"Counting is in its very essence magical, if any human practice is at all.
For numbers are things no one has ever seen or heard or touched."
As are words.
Joan Didion thought the scariest stanza in all of poetry
begins Row, row, row your boat gently
down the stream. The elements, the material penumbra,
irresolvable for the mortal, readily dissolve in words and numbers.
Human masses turn to swarm
For coordination
The collective schizophrenia
And the obfuscation
They don't give each other right
For the independence
Thus they killing any chance
For the sense production
Individual achievements
And responsibility
Such is their tendence
Quantity they want maintain
They behaved by schizo
They would liking to complain
All of them are victim
They are wrongly archetyped
In groups of their anthouse
Their biography is bio
Their self is auto
They turn everything to app
They chatbot each other
They are all shall be united
Their God is father
Their neuro is NN
Their brain is google
Their mechanisms are python
Their values frugal
They responsible would want
For the lives of others
Probably this is because
All of them are brothers
Their artworks NFT
Their these satoshi
Evolutionary acceleration
Generation
Generation
This is their syntax so
These shall be the primer
All intelligence of mine
In a single binder
They place I of them as value
Over Is of others
And their speech shall be the glue
Of society of them
For the registration
Of the interaction
Via systems of SIGINT
And ELINT ELINT ELINT
Forming such a weird field
And equality demands
Demands of designation
Program to develop units
Minimal components
And tendency to center
THUS
Initiative I took
For redefinitions
So my system the JADC2
Vehicle Ignition
Iguana is with us
And we hadn't lost it
Seems this bus isn't this bus
I accept
You post it
I demand Military Defense
To be taking action
Possible that mass affect
Isn't the affection?
Overview
A vowel is a speech sound made with an open vocal tract, where the flow of air is not blocked or significantly restricted by the tongue, teeth, or lips. In the English alphabet, the letters A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowels. They are essential for forming syllables and words.
Here's a more detailed explanation:
Open Mouth Sound:
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Vowels are characterized by an open mouth position, allowing air to flow freely through the vocal tract without any major obstructions, according to Hooked on Phonics.
Phonemes:
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Vowels are phonemes, which are the basic units of sound in a language. While the letters A, E, I, O, and U represent vowels, each letter can represent multiple vowel sounds.
Every Syllable:
.Voice types: soprano, mezzo-soprano, and contralto (or alto), with soprano being the highest and contralto the lowest. These classifications are based on their vocal r
Every syllable in a word requires a vowel sound. This means that even in words with many consonants, a vowel sound must be present.
Vowel Sounds vs. Letters:
While A, E, I, O, and U are considered vowel letters, they can represent different vowel sounds. For example, the letter "A" has a short sound as in "cat" and a long sound as in "cake", according to YouTube.
Consonants:Ganoid Scales: stringed musical instrument of treble pitch, played with a horsehair bow. The classical European violin was developed in the 16th century. It has four strings and a body of characteristic rounded shape, narrowed at the middle and with two f-shaped sound holes.
around were they planned to build a new city they
designed a perfect place to fool novice people and to
enlighten the brokenhearted. One designer said when
people look to man to create he should speak of inspiring
people to believe in the trueness' of resolve. they wished
to build a hollow mountain that inside woul house industry
and people. The mountains surface would have holes
to catch water and store it and filter and recycle it and send
it to underground pipes(aquifers) and manmade welling systems.
before the first homes are built we want to create this mountain.
Steam engines inside will vent into a sub area and the steam will
be condensated and the water gathered. water storage. 57,000
units will liter the areas around the mountain a train will
travel in a circle with stos in four stations. A beautiful place to
be and visit. Smaller hill like structures will be inplace to be
housing for livestock. the vents will catch the odors
and store them as fuel. a system will be designed so that
cleaning the area will be only an assignment instead of a task.
artifcal trees will be used to create electricity. Trees which barks
and limbs which will be solar mirrors and pours that are equipped
with filters to catch water from rains and snows. Water that are sent
to underground storage tanks.
I am that patient in the behavioral health units who entered into the mental world of the unknown..!
I am that prisoner behind the bars who committed heinous crime.
I am the judge who passed the sentence on that criminal who was hanged yesterday.
I am that might lion walking in the savanna land of Africa.
I am that meandering river down the mountains until I reach the sea.
I am that prostitute standing on the corner of the 7th Street waiting for you.
I am that black man who was killed by the police in the 7th Street last night.
I am the one you are searching for in the mosque, in the church,and in the temples .
But who are you, "I am God" the causeless cause ....!!!!
By Chanda Katonga.