They sought wordage enough to establish the foundations
were they would afford enough and would venture into
the actual creation of an organization that
would look at today and sum up the facts of existence and
not only decide on the type of stone to create the statues and
trophies: but take the tractors and horses and the men to
the pits: quarries and mountain sides
find the stones , extract thee stones find the model and
carve .Association Membership Systems to afford
Union Parties and Galas.
Encourage membership. To
Have language that encourages
interest into the functions of structural detail.
Movement within the firm
so that promotions and demotions.
Trends and changes
income and analysis
Sussession:Stewartship and Stability
(Meddling)and Anti Meddling Processes
Unbeat and Positive.
( were you a clam poacher or
did you poach the clams? )
Lauage sepARTIONAL TERMS AND DISTINCTION)
Sure-footed on rugged hill
Likes life on mountain range
Rolling grassland fits the bill
Short horns reveal their age
Ovines in endangered stage
Males change from Brown, grey to black
Deft climbers blend with rock
Bristly manes, white saddleback
Female has agile walk
Dusky females never baulk
Feeds on various grass, leaves
Spots danger to snort, run
Predators - tigers, dholes, wolves
Humans poach, shoot for fun
Human deeds have their life done
In the jungle's heart, where shadows and spirits blend,
A silent hunter, a forest's friend.
Stripes of amber, black and gold,
The tale of power, courage and bold.
Its eyes burn bright, flaming hue,
Reflecting the skies of cerulean blue.
Its claws are like a silver, steel sword,
As it rules the jungle as its legendary lord.
Its roar splits heaven and hell,
As earthquakes and tsunamis are caused by a shattering yell.
Hunters poach them for their magnificent, golden robes,
As its lengthy tail is like a serpent coiling the globe.
It lives among the jungles, sand, wetlands and snow,
During the dark, its orange, blazing eyes begin to glow.
Deers, birds and boars is a king's delightful feast,
As the enemy feared this bloodthirsty beast.
The speed of the beast is beyond the stars,
As its back is full of lacquer, black scars.
The beast itself ruled Lanka with Tamil kings,
The sabre-like fangs and crushing claws blings.
Oh Tiger, the guardian of the land,
Let Lord Murugan feel you with his divine hand.
Let Lakshmi shower you with wealth, fortune and prosperity,
As the beast speaks to the people in a tone of sincerity.
Eve of fall
denuding of trees
No longer lush whispers heard through the leaves
A low pitched moan a creak here and there
In warning to all listening
to heed and beware
The salad days behind us
and winters hounds approach
Ravenously looking for remnants of life to poach
The air increasingly
bearing a sting in the fog of new day
the fickle sun wears a ring
Announcing its departure
Rushing to its betrothed
On the other side of the world in silver arraignment clothed
The trees declaring without fail
Some years more vibrant than last
The comings and the goings that happen much too fast
Caught up in lifes bounty unable to see
that summer would end we couldn't believe
we'd witness its death and solemnly grieve
Pulling tight our woolen wear
to the inner rooms we go
to pray once more for early spring and awaite the sleet and snow
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in
and that masterpiece will spit out;
That’s all you really need to begin;
It’s the most unforgivable sin,
automatic art shouldn’t equal clout;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;.
Poach what it means to be human,
write feelings you know nothing about;
That’s all you really need to begin;
Bots are a cheap impersonation,
broken tech leads to an idea drought;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;
Pass us that false bravado no question,
incapable of a complex route;
That’s all you really need to begin;
You’re selected for instant publication
drowning without any depth no doubt;
A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in,
that’s all you really need to begin.
2 cups of pureed roasted sweet potatoes
2 cups of sliced mushrooms ( sauteed in olive oil)
6 cups of pork stock. OR
3 1/2 cups each of pork and veggie stock
5 tablespoons of crown royal
1 cup of sauteed onion
1/4 of sauteed crushed garlic
3/4 of sun dried bell pepper
2/3 cup of chopped spinach
1 cup of heavy cream
2 cups of shredded roasted pork
2 cups of diced boiled potatoes
2 tablespoons of cayenne
1 teaspoon each of thyme ,rosemary, fennel seeds
2 crushed tumeric
5 tablespoons of orange juice
7-8 poached eggs
Poach eggs set aside
Bring stock, sweet potatoes, and heavy cream to a boil
allow to thicken.Add orange juice crown royal.add all but the eggs. Taste and season. Add eggs top top of soup in serving bowl.
It has only been a couple of weeks
this hunger feels like it’s going to peak;
My fangs are swollen and so sensitive
blood lust is giving me one objective;
‘I told you before you can bleed me dry
what must I do to get you to comply?’
Jordan said ‘But if not that idea?
You could always poach the Blood Mafia.
The other vampires I eluded to
may easily be able to help you.’
‘Jordan I want you alive and not dead.’
after a moment I quietly said
‘As soon as the curtain falls we will go
to visit The Network after the show .’
Protein I now look at twice
Like anyone does ‘The Nice’;
An effective copying of my neighbor:
Glad Ship that finally made it to its harbor.
Creature facing the focused knives
Of stern butchers and their wives
keen on its weekly reduction:
Spiritual weaklings to the seduction.
More fluid snobs during its fire baptism,
Its distancing from water, the magnetism.
On railroads , the first victim of even slow coaches
And often the remembered by he who poaches.
We may only in dreams conjure up a pig
That forgot to be big
Or one freely and gaily
Searching for the pearly…
Rather rudely the snout-wielding-slit-eyed
With the poorest body hygiene it doesn’t hide.
I can't sleep
'Cause of my choice
To rejoice in this cyber world.
In which my mind is preoccupied.
Sleepless yet not fearless...
Nightly terrors in the faces
I call shadows...
They once were approaching me,
Trying to poach me
In my only place I feel most safe.
I can't sleep 'cause of this passion
And these frightening dreams....
Seems fine that I'm awake,
But if any longer
My mind will lead me
To a more dangerous bind...
I can't sleep.
I don’t know where it goes to or piles up
but grief is a large storage corrupting moments
of soft arousal: the body fails the mind
the screaming in the head and the grunt around
continue the night’s drunken flow
into the morning’s miserable brush
with the wheel’s slant truth and slangs
I poach in poetry to bare the sermons
lost in nostalgia or
insomnia of prayers
--R K Singh
A lot of birds were out today
Being chipper as they did play
Carefully I kept my distance
Dancing around without resistance
Excluding fright I didn't approach
For they do worry of those who poach
Giving them my ears instead
Hung out awhile until they fled
I wondered if they sang a song
Just because I stayed so long
Kiss the trees with little beaks
Love sun dew on their baby cheeks
Missing them would have been a bummer
Natal chart for them last summer
Opal moon finds them disappearing
Peering out from a clearing
Quest to search for their hiding places
Resting in their secure spaces
Self-sufficiency amidst forlorn wood
Trees to secure where they currently stood
Used to stop the bleeded
Vet would fix one if so needed
With mercy so they can continue to sing
X-ray could find a broken wing
Yes the fowl enjoyed a warm day in Fall
Zebra pen made flock to call
*Pray not Prey used intentionally
Toast and jam
Sausage, ham
Cap mushrooms
Red legumes
Tomatoes
Potatoes
Eggs to try
Poach or fry
Breakfast tea
All for me
Tummy full
Last mouthful
Happy tum
Yum, yum, yum!
Day dismal
Pink bismol
I fly out of my lair
to land in your hair
You brush me off
as if I weren't there
Yet now you're infected
though you've not suspected
corona flu injected
no symptoms detected
You've invaded my home
stripped the land of my food
I'd have left you alone
'cept for your turpitude
Of rural China we speak
and the West, it does shriek
regarding sinister plots
but that's all for naught
For as you too encroach
on habitats you poach
from skunks, 'coons, and mice
Please know that head lice --
will seem mighty nice
compared to the plagues
that are heading your way
in a trice
Mornings are littered
with gnawed husks,
charred mouse-tails.
March is burning its strew.
The limbless
braid a thawing earth
into knotty threads.
On wet lines flannel shirts
poach in a warming smaze.
while gust-hogs
still attack the hedgerows.
In coddled kitchens
muggy boiled cabbages
envelope
a pottage of sky.
Stubby snuffles
herald undertows
of new marrow.
April paddles in
with wet crumbs
and buttercups.
My phone a private gadget
Sweetheart-
My dress a private garment
Sweetheart-
My weave a private attire
Sweetheart-
My Sop a private program
My roam private trekking
Dear-
My wallet a poach in heart
Lover-
My calls meetings in camera
Baby-
My texts unpublished docs
My utmost toast -
All of this belongs to you
Except what I've said not
This wrist dear you for
This private your public lot
Sweetheart-
I love you a lot
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