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Gems and precious metals are talking about volatility...
Many of the Metals said that they differ only in weight while the Gems claimed that they differ only in their cuts.
Craftsmanship is one criterion in selling one's worth, beauty and prowess of any precious gem or metal other than cut, clarity, weight, color and carat.
A gem asked, "Is volatility only applied on big-time players -- buyers and sellers?"
One precious metal reacted, "No. Everybody here is big time. And we are all here."
Another gem asked, "How do you do the buying and selling here?"
Another precious metal reacted and said, "We raise one open hand and push it forward to sell or a reversed open palm pulling it towards you to buy."
That's how trading in stock market started.
She had a gothic heart,
predictability and tamming tranquility were her counterparts,
she felt pain as gain,
peace was nettlesome and purposeless,
an abomination that careless civilization is undeserving of,
life is best consumed in confrontation,
within her magnificent mind God's value gravitated toward the power of volatility,
instability as instinct,
truth is permenance in transition,
Victoria believed that divinity as a mystery unsolved is more exhilerating
than explication or epiphany leading to the extinction
of curiosity's reign,
Victoria knew that law and politics are nothing more than an imposition
by the few heaved upon the many,a yoke of oppressive genius,
Victoria, a child of love betrayed,a woman of courage displayed
thought toughly & tenderly about the potential of mercy,
an enviable Empress,
compassion and kindness were complimentary components
to her dangerous disposition as hawkish talons
may be employed for feeding of fighting,
she developed into a clandestine warrior of natural necessity,
this world would either waste her
or she would wound the witnessed wickedness,
there was no harmony to be hankered for,life is a war of wills & wits,
espionage,diplomacy,truces,tributes and trounces always in the making,
Victoria loved God like a woman loves the anguish of pregnancy,
Victoria had a passion and a pity
for the Creator responsible for her awakening -
J.A.B.
Vogon ReVisited—
Voltage elect potential energy tween two points ver vnit vharged;
Visible referring light spectrum intergalactic, electromagnetic,
vadiation that has a wavelength tween vanometers;
Can be seen by the human eye.
Invasions, implosions humanity asks WHY?
wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
Volume the amount of space objects subvance occupies encloses velocity;
Rates of change position vogaon’s willing to salvage respect to time;
Vapor a substance in gaseous,
phases at substance’s critical temperature;
Volatility vaporize given temperate vogonized;
Look at em, better recognized…
Vacuum space that is absent of matter,
wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
Verify ...
Vortex Valence to electrons,
the electrons atom’s outermost shell;
Vectorized quantity viscositized fluid’s resistance to flow;
Vacuole a membrane waste, in vogon molecules;
Vesicle organelle fluid Volartarian vocal valetudinarian, Value!!!
Vocha!! Vasodilatations as they gooberly glues clues choice boast;
Volartarian vocal humanitarian lizards;
valetudinaries vogonians manure smelly be gross locket;
See them evil vandalizations those gobblesr warts grumbles the host rocket;
See the visiting valiens vogonians reaching earth;
Imagine with me what's a vogon worth;
As once again they revisits earth…
Vocha!! wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
RUN SAVE YOURSLEVES THOSE Vogon’s are here on earth…
7/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Why me father/daughter relationship
important to this papa
Fourteen and a half years
since death of mother (mine),
nary one iota of communication
in general and compassion
in particular while
she lived, now wears
heavy and yokes
mantle fostering tears
indirectly sabotaging rapport
with eldest daughter
futility doth arise uttering
feeble secular prayers,
cuz interaction with mother,
whose vehemence more
deafening than banshee killdeers
exceeding threshold of
decibels tolerable these ears.
Now comeuppance came
full family circle, yes
that's her within picture frame,
when young, innocent, and beautiful,
decades before terminal
illness rendered her
incapacitated and lame.
Her second of
three born offspring,
and yours truly
that singular boy
figuratively tethered himself
to her apron strings,
which near omnipotent
biochemical bond her
rancor would destroy,
when lonesome son
failed to employ
purported adult responsibilities
solitary without any
even one homeboy
never knowing how
to maximize potential
rather totally tubular at loss
advantageously to deploy
supposed ducks in a row
always imp pond
durable feeling cast ahoy
shore lee within alien nation,
whereby village people
observe an exceptionally
unresponsive immovable
lad - qua zee decoy
analogous to stonewall,
albeit socially withdrawn
emotionally, physically,
and socially retracting
exhibiting no joy,
nor any audible,
tactile or visible life
stockstill like an
abandoned broken toy.
Silence spoke volumes mainly
I don't wanna be alive
antithetical to that basic
instinct to survive
protestations arose deliberately
minus figurative parachute,
I took kamikaze nosedive
a couple years after two times five
orbitz astride planet Earth
ne'er did amity, comity,
fraternity ever jive,
nope not even pleasant hello
would fake deaf/mute contrive
interaction between kith and kin
affection toward parents
and siblings (two sisters,
not twisted) I did deprive,
whence fast forward decades later,
a metaphorical wedge would drive
roughshod o'er kinship,
when fatherhood did arrive
though "star student" did connive
him (me) to test discomfort zones,
yet more often than not inclusive
integration abandoned among
linkedin with kindling explosive
smoldering volcano found
wicked volatility expressive.
I have seen it slowly coming,
and I do not know what to do,
a slow but steady erosion
in the world’s average IQ.
It started back in the nineties,
a slow but steady drip since then,
decline in mental fortitude
amongst our women and men.
I’m not talking partisan stuff,
though this doesn’t help with that crap,
I’m looking at evolution,
which never really takes a nap.
Some jolly heretics speak up,
but most others tend to ignore
that our success undermines us,
and this has happened before.
It happened back in ancient Greece,
and it happened to ancient Rome,
when we wipe out all our hardships,
when our struggles are banished, gone,
we find ourselves in a mismatch,
we find ourselves rather bored,
our minds are made to solve problems,
this is a fact we can’t ignore.
Part of us craves security,
and leads us to suppress the fact
that instinct craves volatility,
without it we go off track.
We even stop having children,
when not faced with hardship and death,
lose that urge for immortality
if we know what’s coming next.
The ultimate contradiction,
that in order to really live
we must feel like the end is near,
and without that, we’re bored as sh-t,
losing the age-old impulse to
keep things going and carry on,
we are evolved for the struggle,
and without it things go wrong.
Harder still is it to realize
that the fact we all now survive
leads to growing mutations that
make it harder for us to thrive.
As late as the 1800s
half of us died when we were young,
a thought that’s sobering to me,
since I know I would’ve been one.
And cruel as it may be to think
all that death may have played a role,
weeded out weakness, mutation,
left those who lived stronger as a whole.
But we’ve always been caring types,
and our science ended this trend,
we stopped all this mortality,
and thought things would get better then.
For many decades that seemed true,
but now the data has reversed,
without Darwin’s remorseless hand
the incentives are now adverse.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
It was a dream about a FIRE; or was it a WARNING about a business
Proposition? This fire was started in our home in our heater. Nothing
Is unusual about trying to keep warm, but this fire was different. It was Started by a relative, and it was at first very much appreciated. Nevertheless, Immediately, the FLAMES became very INTENSE, and did not Diminish.
It was a WINDY day, and I could see that the flames were greatly effected
By the STRONG wind, because the flames were WRAPPING round the corner Of our house. I started checking the walls of the house to ascertain whether They Were normal or being OVERHEATED. My suspicion was well founded as I Could SEE that the walls were taking TOO MUCH HEAT. I was very concerned But did not PANIC. I did not want to call the fire department Just yet; so I Obtained a water hose and began to SPRAY water on the front and side walls, Preventing a catastrophe. I could not understand why the fire became so INTENSE, so RAPIDLY. Immediately after the fire was brought under CONTROL, the dream disappeared as SUDDENLY as it had appeared.
The dream occurred just last night, and this morning, the dream and an Interpretation came To mind. Whether the interpretation is precise, truthful Or not, I do not know. But often an interpretation will UNFOLD in my mind. For some years now, I have believed that many dreams, but not all, are linked To what has transpired in our waking timeline. And the brain has a way of 'TRANSFIXING' our real experiences into the form of a dream.
This dream concerns the sale of property involving a trusted friend. I should Proceed with caution regarding the business matter initiated. Many of life's Experiences are loaded with VOLATILITY without assistance from us. Yet other Components of our lives become volatile when we interact with them.
101621PSCtest, Onomatopoeia Poetry, Emile Pinet
Onomatopoeia words are in caps.
Convoluted Reflections of Possibility
Artistotle reflecting on the nature of man
Convoluted reflections of possibility that can
Manifest into existence at the clapping of a hand
And contest the resistance of what it means to take a stand
For what you believe in because it’s worth more than words
As the form that reprieve brings can assume the absurd
As the worn out grieving cries out to be heard
The storm that sees things forms a lesson to be learned
Execution of task based focus for productivity
Revolution for the last placed locusts of ingenuity
Elocution of the past raced moments of equanimity
A solution for problems faced by components of volatility
A considered position on all the formalities
While omitted precision consumes the tonalities
And committed decisions presume the congeniality
As embittered revisions exhume the commonality
Respected renditions of insight that provide profound conclusions
Rejected derisions of dark light that contrive around confusion
Inspected omissions of stark fright that arrive at sharp protrusions
Reflected precisions of delight that that strive to negate the art of delusions
The might of one man propelled by absolute conviction
The sight of a hand compelled in resolute distinction
The bright command environmentally repelled into a mass extinction
The light reprimand contemporarily expelled by a mute political collision
The lines of regret upon a forlorn face crying
The times we forget to warn the race that is lying
The crimes beget of the forms of grace that are akin to testifying
The sublime correct the norms in their place while the innocent are dying
Fractured Light Fragments
Ghostly gloom, born of foreboding stillness,
Cut to smithereens - shattered shards of energy escape
From the whirlwinds in feral fragments with serrated cutting edges -
Wary night watch warned of sirocco’s spinning untamed spiral catastrophe -
Blinding firebolts erupt splitting open serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts of released electric voltage flying wild
Splintered slivers of eye piercing shards - ragged air’s racing volatility
Sorcerer of sonic thunder bumpers, releases all pent up booms
Rips wide the momentary abyss of suspended oblivion
Slamming closed jagged air’s fractured ozone.
Smashed bits of broken midnight solitude crumble in the drumfire
Rumble in rushing waves of tattered sound through towering thunderheads,
Torn edges of reverberation echo again -
Flashing shadows stalk tranquility with their slashing thunder.
7-21-21
Contest: Fragmented Spaces
Sponsor: Constance La France
Fractured Storm
Ghostly gloom born in brooding stillness
Cut to smithereens with shards of energy
Whirlwinds in feral fragments shrillness
Warn of wild catastrophe.
Blinding firebolts erupt to split serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts released
Platinum tempests burst electricity
Splintered lights race on volatility increased.
Sonic thunder bumpers, let go pent up booms
Rip wide the transitory abyss
Slams closed jagged air as thunder looms
Solitude in ragged sound dismissed
Smashed bits of broken midnight crumble
Air’s torn edges reverberate in harrowing echoes
Drumfire’s waves of serrated sound rumble
Flashing thunderheads shriek in falsettos.
Night watch sees siroccos spiral spin
As raindrops on the dry earth sizzle
Downpours splash in roaring torrents din
Gales at rest – storm remnants sing thin whistles.
12-29-21
Contest: Weather
Sponsor: Angela Tune
N/A - 1-5-22
Contest: Your Second Chance 1st
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Firebolts can be found in the Merriam- Webster Dictionary
Purposeful thought leaders, empowering intellect they reign,
In disposition phlegmatic, indifferent to pleasure or pain,
Rejecting emotions vain, impassive within taciturn domain,
Questing for mindful contentment, virtues of reason ordain.
Missives tolling of rectitude, emanate from heart and mind,
Guiding sanctity of awareness, wisdom virtuous aligned,
Maximizing positive thoughts, amplifying tendencies kind,
Of knowledge and understanding, spirits tranquil designed.
Freeing from distress, achieving balance in purity sublime,
Reverberating in noble song of life, echoing through time,
Strumming happiness, where refrain of reason is prime,
Where goodwill of speech, and actions benevolent rhyme.
Enlightened people find harmony in realms of self-control
Overcoming disturbances that in silhouettes of past troll,
Vying aspirations of tomorrow, enamored in sanctity of soul,
Consciously shedding negativity, passions imprudent extol.
Volatility of perturbed life calms, embracing thoughts divine,
As sapient ways of erudite mind, on arc of cognition shine,
Triumphing over negative vibes as dissonant distractions decline
When goals of reason and acts of virtue inextricably entwine.