Somber thoughts: Maximum pressure can never resist augmentation to war.
Iran posed no imminent threat,
war narrative changed by the hour, to the cheer
of arms marketers.
who is responsible for this catastrophe?
How long will the blockade last?
Who is the ultimate winner?
Questions weigh heavy, the answers heavier.
War of choice is lucrative business of speculation,
but the best choice is always peaceful co-relation.
Bright and pearly white mine are not
but they are all there and all mine
and do their job to the best of
their ability even if they don’t
make a picture-perfect smile. People
occasionally still make comments,
although usually it’s the kids who
seem to feel the need to remind
an adult to brush, then laugh at having
turned the tables. Medical science is
not always compassionate, and has cost
me vast fortunes by preventing me from
pursuing a lucrative toothpaste ad career.
Damn that Doxycycline anyway!
UP, The Revolution
Norway is a fascist state run by an elite
throws coins at people, keeping them calm
and access to the easy housing ladder.
It is the same people, whether to the left
or the right that runs through Norway, appointing
themselves lucrative ambassadorship say
In Sweden, we know how that ended
And there is the man Jageland, who has been
around since my time, still finding
There was a time when the merchant navy was
important, a seaman had to stay on his ship
for 1,5 years to get a free ticket home, late
Reduced to one year of sailing time
For many seamen, it became too much, with
divorce and psychological issues, and many drowned
in the restless sea of alcoholism
The survivors of this injustice get paid a miserly
low pension, they even have to pay tax while
The elite pay themselves millions
With the death of the famous pedophile, it
It's all coming too late, telling us Norway needs
a social revolution to bring justice
The lure of lucrative jobs
In foreign lands
Excites desperate souls
As they see a better future
Than in their homeland
Recruitment agencies
Operate from shady joints
Promising dream jobs
With perquisites to match
For these gullible customers
Human traffickers
Pose as messiahs
Enticing innocent candidates
From rural areas
With tempting proposals
Once on board,
They exploit the poor souls
By confiscating
Their travel documents
And short-selling their skills
They are not petty criminals
It is a well-oiled machinery
That perpetrates
And perpetuates
Such atrocities on migrant labour
Many agencies chip in
To run this recruitment mafia,
Negligent government agencies
And casual outlook of courts
Add to their woes
The hapless victims
Pay a heavy price
And get sucked into the vortex
Of a vicious circle
They did not bargain for
Pak Piglet slowly sidled up to Pooh
To whisper: just I’m making sure of you,
He took his friend’s front paw
In hand with glee and awe--
A selfish friendship Pooh will one day rue.
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Happenings |33.07.2025| friendship
Note: In Sanskrit there is a term for selfish friendship: badarayana sambandha. Pakistan thanked Trump for ending their conflict with India that badly mauled them. Trump did next to nothing though. Grateful, Pak assured him to nominate for Nobel peace prize and offered his family a lucrative deal in crypto currency. Trump Invited Pak army chief to White House for dinner and praised the country profusely. The two scratching each other’s back, as a children’s tale goes: aho roopam aho dhvanim!
- Credit (Pooh and Piglet theme): AA Milne, The House at Pooh Corner.
He was a gumptious enterprising chap
To his monetary endeavors, I gave a simple clap
He developed a brand-new computer app
It pointed out a lucrative treasure map
Why didn’t he go broke? Asked my pal Hap
Because he then invented a tasty wrap
And a guard dog that gives you a zap
He was a gumptious enterprising chap
Like the father, the son
He is a lovable rough, the father of a famous son who keeps us guessing what the hell he is up to next, a father who is a buccaneer, sails the deep sea, and fears not the tempests on his way, can a son ask for more.
The father never was a nine-to-five sort of bloke who operated at the edge of the law, like a pirate would, fingers in many lucrative pies, that is what daring men do those, who believe in themselves and live to tell the tale.
The son might lack the old man’s charm, still, he has otherwise emulated him but prefers to stay ashore, an influencer of magnitude selling his ideas to those on top of the political heap and like his father faces tempest with bravado.
As for me, a shy poet, thrown ashore with irregular works and lacking the go-get appetite for life, his father is the type I wish I were.
1600 Sutton Lane had not seen people for years
expect mice, raccoons, maybe squatters
why do this?
Why? Why? Why?
No one would go with me
Fearful of dying
I laughed
Halloween is a joke for me
A bet is a bet
this one would be lucrative
pay for wedding flowers
I was all in
first couple of hours were fine
a bit dusty
some sneezing
no big deal
a flash to my right startled me
it began to zoom around the room
an entity of some sort
my heart was beating overtime
blanket went over my head
I could not calm down
frightened to death
I am silent now
He bought himself a tandem
In the hope that he would meet
A suitable young lady who’d
Ride on his back seat.
He took it to the Dance Hall
But didn’t stand a chance
Cycling not seeming to fit in
With ideas of modern romance
He’d offer one a lift and
See her expression slip
When handed a bike cape
And a pair of cycle clips
Then he had his eureka moment
When he persuaded one to try it
Selling it as essential part of his
New Calorie controlled diet.
The idea rapidly spread
And much to his surprise
He managed to turn it into
A very lucrative franchise
He’s a billionaire these days
His happiness complete
As the ladies queue up
To ride on his back seat.
Banker was known as a righteous man
First at the bank and last to go home
Many trusted his lucrative plans
Emptied the vault and left to parts unknown
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Man in church spoke of marital tie
Respected by all the brotherhood
Asked his wife to stand by her true guy
The preacher passed out when three women stood
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Judge on bench for twenty years plus nine
Dude in court who was an old comrade
There for shooting man in head three times
Judge threw it out on grounds of suicide
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Honored preacher in big megachurch
All said he walked upon holy ground
But news got out after deep research
Was caught swindling the church’s funds and left town
O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity
Somewhere in the land of "riches"
Near the birthplace of God
A young girl is in bondage
Mothering at an early age.
Taken from somewhere in Africa
Near the birthplace of despair
Lured by promises of a well-paying job
A lucrative opportunity, a better life.
Yet, there she is, at a tender age
Living in heaven but trapped in a cage
Cleaning floors and washing plates
Forced into motherhood when it gets late.
She screams, but no one hears
She whispers to a God who seems absent
In solitude, she embraces her fate
For where else can she place her hope?
In the realm where love intertwines with gain,
Bouquets and brands, a capitalist's terrain.
Gucci labels and bags, symbols of might,
Love's currency measured in material delight.
Flowers exchanged for moments in time,
A transactional love, a capitalist paradigm.
Dubai's allure, a destination grand,
An investment in passion, a capitalist's hand.
In the marketplace of affections, a lucrative trade,
Intimacy priced, where transactions are made.
Love becomes a commodity, a lucrative blend,
A capitalist benefit, where desires transcend.
Yet, beneath the surface, a paradox unfurls,
For love isn't confined to material swirls.
In the balance of wealth and emotions, we see,
The complex dance of love and capitalism's decree.
South Africa's tale, a fusion of hearts and gain,
Where love's richness isn't solely in the material lane.
In this capitalist romance, let hearts find their say,
For true connection transcends the price we pay.
here you go.
Have a sedative.
No wait! That’s mine!
It was given to me by a doctor fine.
Here’s a lithium.
That might calm you down a bit.
No wait. It has to be given to Uncle Chit.
Here’s a cough drop.
But hurry and be quick.
My dog loves to devour these.
His name is Slick.
I am not a pill pusher.
I just like to share.
Getting you hooked too feels kind of fair.
When you have to have other drugs look me up.
I have greens, blues and reds, look there in the cup.
But bring your money cause although these were free
The next five or six transactions have to be lucrative for me.
These ideas are seduction for words as said suction is lucrative/
It frees high fees for reduction when he sped to a junction too seductive/
It’s an additive like a sieve to sift that’s imperative to give/
Bliss will relieve anything negative accepted to live/
Clips of passive aggressive will be inactive to a reflective motive/
It’s so graphic how elastic I am to aghast a trick/
Pits grow as it’s tragic burning plastic that lasts to stick/
Strict flow is magic churning illicit to depict/
Slicked so is this static yearning dim wits to inflict/
His flicked ardent flow fits a tactic to reminisce/
Wicked grants from God sticks this blend of coherence/
My rigid cadence will dance in a trance stance/
A dry cascade spill to prance without instruments/
Fly by or retreat to advance and get out of the sin strum pants/
He’s no treat for a trick or no trick to cop a treat stance/
Ease to a complete foundation found to cease and stop evil plans/
The feat was a defeat as the found foundation reprieves slop and defiled demands.
With my foundation found it’s like 5th down/
A gift of salvation as a second round/
I can’t miss now with all filth drown and my foundation found
Marlene Dietrich was Berlin-born, but she despised the Nazis.
She studied violin, theater and poetry.
Her dreams of being a concert pianist was over when she injured her wrist.
She got her start on the stage in a chorus line.
Paramount pictures wanted her, so they wooed her.
Gave her a green Rolls-Royce Phantom II, in 1930.
She was known in the USA as a mysterious femme fatale.
She played several rolls as a cabaret singer.
German’s Nazi party offered her a lucrative contract.
They wanted her to return to Berlin and star in Nazi productions.
Marlene refused their offer and began selling war bonds.
Her $450,000 salary went into escrow to help Jews and dissidents escape Europe.
She was vocal about her beliefs, standing up for integrity.
She knew what was happening in Europe was wrong.
Few women are as brave, vocal or beautiful as Marlene Dietrich.
Many owe their ancestors’ lives to her.
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