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Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...
The way he talked about me decided my future.
His method of confrontation in the form of condescending conversation toward the quote unquote habits I had made me decide to not express my opinions, thoughts or interests, just so he could scroll through a Pinterest session without my interruption in the form of emotional expression.
And no, Dad, I'm not supposed to be like you.
While that may be the case biologically, and in your case, ideologically, it is certainly not the case historically and I know that because of the hammering into my brain that you so kindly did at an age where I didn't understand the difference between tough love and judgement.
I didn't know what was wrong with my beliefs, but you sure did.
You sat there and for hours on end and ranted about how love is not for everyone.
How love is not a right that everyone deserves in the kingdom of God and His son.
How love is not real for everyone unless they love the opposite sex well I have news for you, buddy and yes I say buddy because once he said it in my face while he poked his finger in the place of my heart leaving a blue bruise in my emotions, and to my friends, this is old news.
My news to you is that love is for everyone. Love is for every single person regardless of their sexual preference which by the way does not lower their intelligence regardless of your illogical arguments in the starting set of your lectures which just decided again my future's texture, rough and insecure.
And the scary thing is I almost turned into you.
I almost had your beliefs and conservative mindset all made in the fear of a 50s suburban culture end and I'm so glad I have a mind of my own.
And I know your angry outbursts are comfort you run to but you don't have to take them out of your children.
Please listen to this.
I love you, dad. And I never wrote to insult.
I only wrote so you could understand the things I said when I told you I didn't know how to talk to you.
I want to be able to.
Please let me be able to.
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
I know some will dismiss this
As nonsensical chatter
Call it philosophical blabber
Think of it as mind over matter
Ask questions and trash the answers
Because they, quote unquote
Challenge the status quo
It’s insane but I get it
I see life in its totality
See, I have an eye for quality
I see the larger in the microscopic
But sir, you’re running off topic
Your thoughts are clattered
And your responses are scattered
Stick to what you’ve mastered
Take a time, gather together
The fragments of matters that matter
Or risk becoming intellectually stagnant
I present a challenge to the status quo
My talk ousters popular prejudice
I challenge responses to clichés and quotes
My thought pushes the envelopes
Of commonly accepted notions
Upsets notations and connotations
And focuses on promotion
I’m no prophet but I promise
This message will bring some profit
May the reader understand
I’m not trying to frustrate or flatter
I’m not trying to understate
I’m trying to highlight some items that matter
But, if you ask, it doesn’t matter
Accept or reject, I will not be bothered
I’ve been rejected before, slaughtered
On the altar of convenience
Offered to the highest bidder
Priced according to physical relevance
Since my record was insignificant
I was given away for free
Treated like the ultimate freak
Because from a purely human point of view
I was nothing, not worth a moment’s review
A wall marked with obscenities and graffiti
A scrub, strutting, fronting like I was something
When I was nothing,
Residue from a mafia-type system
Until my debt was paid and personal status
Updated from non-valid to valid
From worthless to earnest
And thanks
To the cry that broke through the sky
And vanished my crime and gave me a sign
It was the stitch in time that saved nine
And now my soul
Bears true signs of the stigmata
I, Thurgood Marshall, am here to represent
my race. I am here to represent these
thirteen parents and twenty children whose
rights have been so egregiously
violated. I don't know how anyone
can believe that quote unquote Separate but
Equal is anything near equal! I
give you this example: Lil' miss Linda
Brown here, daughter of Mister Oliver
Brown, one of the parents I represent
today. Lil' Linda has to walk through a
TRAIN YARD everyday, to her bus stop! When
the White school, Sumner Elementary is
just seven blocks from her house. Now this does
not make sense to me... Why should a lil' third
grader be FORCED to attend a school a
mile away when she could walk right down the
street? This does not sound quote unquote EQUAL to
me. None of you can deny that this was
NOT equal. In the United States
Constitution, in the Equal Protection
Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, it clearly
states that "No State shall make or enforce any
law which shall abridge the privileges or
immunities of citizens of the
United States; nor shall any State deprive
any person of life, liberty, or
property, without due process of law;
nor deny to any person within its
jurisdiction the equal protection
of the laws." Now for you plain folk, that means
that our governement must treat everyone
EXACTLY the same. People of the jury,
I implore you! Would you force such hardship
and degredation on your own children?
No! Of course not! I wouldn't force it on
my children either! So I ask why you
would even consider forcing this burden
on this young girl? I beg you to realize
that Separate but Equal is not equal,
has never been equal! A nation divided
cannot stand, so let us unite our nation
starting with our schools, and little girls like
miss Linda Brown. Let us tear down the
constraints of Separate but Equal and
be truely equal! Thank you! Thank you!
As young children, we were happy
but as adults, most of us not.
why so? Cause ideas what's thought
as right, differs -none takes gladly.
Adult unhappiness derives
from rigidity as stuck in
own ways though always wish to win
often leads to failure in lives.
While our routine ways of thinking,
acting may be useful, bringing
comfort in our lives in some ways
but prevents from growing always;
may lead to despair, beginning
of stress with negative thinking.
~X~X~X~
Sonondilla or Sardine Sonnet
Quote :: “This is a form invented by Charles L. Weatherford.
In his own word Charles explains that he developed to form to
play to his own particular strengths:
Creating the “sonondilla, I actually used two existing forms.
First was the Petrarchan sonnet; second was the redondilla,
a purely syllabic Spanish quatrain with envelope rhyme scheme (abba).
Based on this mixing, I came up with a fourteen lines form that
was syllabic, but was also tougher to rhyme than other sonnets.
So, the sonondilla’s predominant rhyme scheme is abbaabbaccddcc,
which is even more difficult than the Petrarchan sonnet."
Redondilla, a Spanish stanza form consisting of four
trochaic lines, usually of eight syllables each, with a rhyme
scheme of abba. Quatrains in this form with a rhyme scheme of
abab, sometimes also called redondillas, are more commonly
known as serventesios.
( Ref:: https://www.britannica.com/art/redondilla)
In the Sonondilla or Sardine Sonnet it should be written in octosyllabic lines.
Meter either iambic or trochaic
Rhyme scheme: Rhyme: abbacddceeffee or abbaabbaccddcc
Volta to appear at line 9.” Unquote
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/sonondilla/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resource at Poets COLLECTIVE Site.
DOUBT ME IF YOU WILL
_______________________
Sun will cease to shine.
Twlight she looses her blush.
Moon she losses her sheen.
Stars have lost their glitter.
My face has lost its smile.
Hope elopes with darkness.
I have no where to hide.
My vision conceives Mirages.
My feet feels like a ton.
My life moves in slow motion.
Meaning and Words they no longer hold hands.
Mankind perishing around me.
Intoxicated by sadness.
Fear is mocking at me.
Mortality is calling, with open arms.
She just wants to hug me once.
She seems to be lonely.
But I will not concede.
Trees and plants are naked.
leaves have divorced them.
Fumes of desolation fills the air.
My lungs have forgotten to breathe.
Like a convict who longs for freedom,
my heart pounds my chest.
There will be no butterflies,
bees or Humming Birds.
No nectar for them to sup.
No flowers will bloom.
Pollination becomes extinct.
Bird will cease to Exist,
They find no insects to feed.
Herbivorous creatures perish.
No grass or plants to graze.
Carnivorous predators wither,
no herbivores creatures to sustain their life.
Vulnerable Humans are their only prey.
When sense abandons the mind.
Ecology has lost its balance.
Sea will rise, since evaporation ceased.
As the sun, he lost his crown.
The earth will slowly disappear.
Waters will rise and embrace this sphere.
Life has lost its charm.
Because of doubt.
A pigment of colourful mind.
Fundamental, humane flaw of this mortal race.
Like my friend philosopher and guiding light.
Late, KHALIL GIBRAN, says.
Quote:
DOUBT IS A PAIN TOO LONELY
TO KNOW THAT FAITH IS HIS TWIN BROTHER
Unquote.
And further amplifies, by saying.
Quote :
LOVE AND DOUBT HAVE NEVER BEEN ON SPEAKING TERMS
Unquote.
I hope DEATH embraces DOUBT.
The cup-bearer of whodunit The titular bat jump scare Lurching into sight at the last moment This tall man opening the door, Beware A part that takes a whole, Who dares Do you really know, what Is under Alfred’s coat Maybe the smell of a musty grave, you can trust Like an Emerald for Gramps, a witch’s tomorrow unquote The will looms and doom creeps as they are all a bust Could it have been the reigning Renfield lost in the eye, Of an old dark house, where shadows smile like the cat, That ate the canary and the breathless knife thrusted blind Your last words jeepers creepers mingled with blood splat
Hitler's final attack on quote unquote
undesirable humans from the bile's of slave
ships prison camps European complete
infestation thee German female cock roach
feasting on poor captured humans and their
belongings during world war two carried to
America in the cracks boxes on boats
going for tea I turned on my kitchen light
what an ugly sight she stood there long
dark itchy hairy legs lips lined with flesh
pink liner she awaits a light in order to
scatter through any crack to slide into
homes windowpanes paneling door frames
once in side she scurries inside cupboards
closet prancing through old clothing one
in her nature she releases a powerful yellow
stench staining walls and furniture finally
the hairs on her legs make a god awful
sound alerting her the owners are coming
prowling in the darkness she hides inside
pages and pages books old letters photos
receipts leaving black dusty feces spreading
fecal matter carrying hundreds of eggs on
her back her selfish nature allows her to
actually breed alone without a spouse a
mate multiplying within the darkness of
Lucifer’s lair night crawlers leaving disease
and carney in her wake feasting in left
over scum crumbs damp wet old wood
someone screams look the time it takes
to open book splat swat frightening all the
guess truly horrifying to see exhilarating to
just smash or watch her run back up a tree
Who is this?
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament pissed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is one true lyricist.
Check me out and listen to this:
These are words of a man dormant too long
Listen to my awakening and hear me roar
‘Cause like volcano I spit pure lyrics that be my lava
Radiate pure heart that is my wisdom
Ruling the righteous kingdom
Ooh! Mental implosion, internal explosion
Making me to rumble for undivided attention
And mental stability
From now until eternity
Like the holy trinity
This is
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true
Check me out and listen to this:
“Consciousness:
A combination of thoughts and feelings
Put together as a whole,” unquote.
These are words of a lyricist
Who is a venom-ist but a visual-ist
At hard, rock vividness
“With strength stronger than the devil”
That be venom
But kids I am not a rapper or an M.C.
But I am tight enough to say
If I were a rope around your neck I would be choking
But I am not joking
‘Cause I oversee like Mosses split the sea
As the M.C. battleground dissect itself from the toes up
That is why:
I am a lyricist
The one does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
‘Cause I am one true lyricist.