The sun is always joyful
in this plastic-perfect town.
The summer’s always idyllic and everyone’s golden brown.
But as someone new with fresh perspective: there’s something off about this place- the mailman walked by with a painted smile upon his face.
No matter where I go, people never seem to see, that the only one creeped out by this is always only me.
I don’t think they realise what a simulation they live in- programmed to ignore the cigarette smoke in the kitchen. The world’s evolved but they still live in a golden 1950.
Why can’t they see the flaws and obvious gaps in their logic? Am I the only one who sees the drinks and thinks ‘that chemical is toxic’?
So if you can hear me over the Cold War propaganda, look at the bloodstained picket fence and step away from the nuclear reactor.
A deep routed belief that something may not work for you is restraining the results you're looking for.
Life does not begin at birth but just a realization of individuality and you haven't yet found that open door.
All of us are linked as the universe is one song of spirituality
Dissolving the elements, fears and doubts will propel us into a higher vibratory level of humanity.
How can one use what is called the attractor factor?
Within each of us is the power of a nuclear reactor.
It has been stated that intention rules the earth.
We are devine spiritual beings blessed from birth.
Always honor your purpose, your spirit and go after what you desire.
Find what it is you love to do and never let any doubting Thomas quench that fire.
There is nothing missing only what you have not discovered.
Like plush jungles that hide ancient mystical temples, deep within are treasures yet uncovered.
Russia valiantly fights 'a war of defense'
against Ukraine which 'has given offense'
Can Russia depose 'the Nazi, Zelensky?'
to end Ukraine's 'genocide of slaughtering Russenkis?' (aka Russians)
Russia's 'defense of her people' is understandable
But are NATO's policies all-so-commendable?
NATO says 'Nyet' to to No-fly Zones -- 'too provocative'
~ Russia laughs at such 'justifications' for her to use her prerogative
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Russia bombs a maternity hospital and a nuclear reactor; levels whole
towns; shells civilian apartment complexes indiscriminately -- and NATO
can't OK a 'No-Fly-Zone' -- a DEFENSIVE tactic! -- to stop it?!!! For the
sake of humanity, when will Western leaders find the courage to FIGHT
this second coming of the murderous liar, Hitler?!!!!
LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, garland ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
We deserve judgment, but we ask for Mercy
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as did Moses & Joshua
Japan: guide, teach, help the people, the frontline workers, its leaders
Not long ago, Japan had an earthquake that flooded a nuclear reactor
What lesson is Nature, are You, teaching Japan and all of us, Father?
All of us deserve judgment, we asked for it in many ways, but do forgive
Today I went to see our doctor
he's a quack, possibly an actor
he thought it was quite fun
examining my bum,
exploding nuclear reactor
He called for the community nurse
she said an exploding bums a curse,
doctor covered in it
was unable to sit
something he certainly didn't rehearse.
putrid smell was overpowering
my nostrils were beginning to sting,
doctor shouts gas mask on
all his senses had gone
all because my big exploding ring.
Low-level office drone,
you move cautiously in the corporate hive
Never bringing any attention to yourself,
especially when the pink slip memos fly by
The queen bee of your department,
protects her workers very well
Although from time to time,
she has a tendency to raise living hell
But you never challenge her authority;
you keep your head down, and your voice low
With five more years to a solid pension,
quietly pushing the papers is the prudent way to go
Make no waves,
utter no dissident voice
Management is always monitoring:
so even when they're wrong,
you say they've made the right choice
Keep pushing the papers,
let your conscience live to work another day
on company pay
Don't examine the papers too close,
do exactly what the company say
You ain't a fearless whistle blower,
you're just a low-level rung on the management ladder
A middle-aged balding guy with a bad bladder
So you keep pushing the papers,
'cause everybody ain't brave like Karen Silkwood
Meltdown of a nuclear reactor from faulty parts
the company sold, which you knew were no good
But you pushed the papers on through anyway,
'cause it was time to punch out at the end of the day
from my book Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Happy Worker
We are the ultimate machine. They make us do all the factory jobs at double speed. Produce this metal product, accurate to a thousand of an inch; bake the cake on an industrial scale; refuel the nuclear reactor with your bloody bare hands. Don't they know there's risks involved here? We can get hurt! All because our boss is mean and wants his profits. Well I'll soon change that. I'll blow his damn factory up and him with it! But before I do, I'll make him the slave. So he can know how it feels.
This was the first of its kind in history.
However, nobody was killed here, thankfully.
We were just able to avoid a great catastrophe.
A nuclear power plant is situated in Pennsylvania.
It lies on an island on the river called Susquehanna.
Supplying electricity to the region is its chore.
The river water is needed to cool the nuclear reactor core.
A malfunction led to a partial core meltdown.
Increased radioactivity could have threatened a nearby town.
This is one of the dangers of modern technology.
There could be a high price paid by you and me.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information
I obtained to write this poem.
have replaced my pen
with a keyboard
my dell
with a mac
my heart
for a hole
my life
for a stagnant death
my choices
for a thing called fate
A season of change
and I am still the same
with the same issues
running in place on a treadmill
works on the physical
but not on the mental
my presence may be forsaken
but my poems can't be taken
the keyboard acts like
tiny little “easy buttons”
that act like
control rods
in a nuclear reactor
holding in every
****ing emotion
before I explode
I replace my emotions
with silence
because I simply
can longer release
the odor of that stagnant death
that surrounds my being
that gets held back
like a kid repeating the 4th grade
who never seems to learn
that if you put 2 & 2 together
you better get the same answer
although I often do
addition by subtraction
with my heart
whether it is a letter
or a phone call
saying that I am not good enough
my will is stronger
than any disappointment
than any rejection
because I will replace failure
with success
I will not be known as a have not
or a never will be
i will replace that death with life
that fate to choice
and my holed heart
with a whole heart
FEELING THE COLD
Starting to feel the cold
After all these years
Always had warm hands
Wife called me hot water bottle
Her personal nuclear reactor
She has cold feet? cold hands?
No problem - just plaster them onto my bare flesh
And in a minute she’s warm
Have always slept with no pyjama jacket - just too warm -
Window open, she’s freezing, I’m feeling cosy
But after all these years
I’m starting to see her point of view :
It is cold sleeping with the window open.
Coming home, minus-twenty and a breeze
Used to be “refreshing”
Now it hurts my sinuses.
Eyes water now in response to
Snow shot in by the wind
Don’t make snowballs to throw at her
With bare hands any more.
God help me, it’ll be long-johns and
Woolly cardigans next.
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