Joe thinks the sun's causing global warming
He'll block the sun's rays from ever forming
An idea so nifty
Undeniably thrifty
And Pelosi's cold heart needs some warming
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Frankly, I think one giant pair of sunglasses
for each hemisphere might be easier to pull
off, but nobody asks me... :) gw
1.Audios include interaction with journalists.
2.Audios include conversations with government.
3.Audios include conversations with military personell.
4.Audios include conversations with the premier military head.
5.Audios include personal and governmental dealings.
6.Audios include interactions between the first family and extended families.
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Note.Hopefully this release will bring betterment to Pakistan..
A wheel of revolution is set and rolled
The historian studies the track of the wheel
Its total journey and any incidental events
The philosopher studies the structure of the wheel
The political doctrine
The politician wants to lead the wheel
Power struggle
The voters want to control the wheel
Democracy
The scientist wants to speed up the wheel
If relevant, like the information revolution
Time wants to proceed the wheel
Axial revolution of the clock gear
The dying welcomes the wheel
The reincarnation of the wheel of life
The poor man says no words about it
And the poet just awaits
A little chance to review if any
It's a scientific fact
That biology is an empirical source of truth
And no amount of ideological attacks
Will ever change that.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
30/4/22
Florida’s virus guidelines are available on demand
stand a little closer, they’re written in the sand.
Houston’s completely open - we have been for a while
Infections are really up here - but resisting’s not worthwhile.
Infection transmission science has a glossy magazine
full of sexy models to stoke the immunologist’s dreams.
Diseases follow patterns that are easily explained
but science can only help us when rationality is maintained.
Trump insists it’s over - the Pandemic was a fake.
The President even lies - when his supporters are at stake.
You have to sign a waver to participate in the show
so if you get infected - you can’t pretend you didn’t know.
Technology
We are 'da bomb'
No poetry here, I'm literal
Earth-to-space-to-earth in a split
There's no crack or crevice a bug can hide
(Thusly, we decide who's insect ... or viable asset)
Eye in the sky?!? An eagle has nothing on us
Day or night, peacetime or conflict time
One tiny skin-to-plastic keystroke
And your worries are over
Just another day
For US.
I OPENED A DOOR TO A CHAOTIC SCENE.
THIS WAS THE FUTURE YET MORE LIKE A DREAM.
THE FIRST AMENDMENT
HAD CEASE TO EXIST.
FREE THINKING PEOPLE
WERE ON A HIT LIST.
A MILLION SCREAMING PROTESTERS,
WANTING TO BE HEARD.
ELITES AND POLITICIANS
DON'T WANT TO HEAR A WORD.
MILITARY SPECIALIST,
DRESSED IN ARMORED GEAR.
KILLING PEOPLE LEFT AND RIGHT
HERE BOTH FAR AND NEAR.
A MILLION MICRO ROBOTS
FLYING IN THE AIR.
ANOTHER MILLION ON THE GROUND.
IT SEEMS THEY'RE EVERYWHERE.
SOME ARE FLYING JUST TO SEE,
WHILE OTHERS ARE SPRAYING GAS.
A FEW ARE EQUIPPED WITH AMMUNITION,
UNLEASHING MICRO BLAST.
FREQUENCIES ARE STREAMING,
TO ALTER PEOPLES THINKING.
THE GOAL OF ALL THIS CHAOS,
IS TO KEEP THE POPULATION SHRINKING.
PEOPLE SPRAYING SEAWATER
ON THE FLYING BOTS.
HOPING THAT WHEN IT DRIES
THE LITTLE PROPELLERS STOP.
PEOPLE SPRAYING TREE SAP,
ON THE GROUND ROBOTS.
JUST CAUSING MORE CHAOS
FOR THE PEOPLE AT THE TOP.
Where I am is not for you,
Your banner does not wave here,
do not knock on this door,
don't tread on my space.
Your hands are not welcome here,
You do not help,only harm.
You cannot trap me with lies,
I you cannot charm.
Slick tongues can become tangled,
But wise ones can cut through you,
Your banner does not wave here,
And it never will.
Nothing supersedes health maintenance;
Thus, the evolution of instinctive defiance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance,
Which clouds the r-complex beneficence
With infinite, self-centered arrogance, meanwhile,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.
Dino-birds navigate with magnetic reliance,
And sickness is fought without aid, in silence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.
Detached from colonies of microbial sentience,
Oblivious as we consume and covet experience,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.
Where six-legged ancients toil with exuberance,
Even cub-killing toms can't escape consequence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.
While parasites devour with horrific preponderance,
Why must we mimic their cold appliance; knowing,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.
Gordon Aikman was the director of research,
For the Better Together campaign for the vote,
For the Scottish Referendum so as to search,
Folks hearts until they opted for the unity coat.
Diagnosed with MND June 2014 he immediately,
Wrote about this in The Scotsman regional,
And popularised the MND bucket challenge icy,
By raising the need for research, conditional.
In speeches and articles he gives the simple truth,
That a cure for MND will only be realised and found,
If more research is done, if we get in the booth,
Which necessitates more money being given around.
We have the answer, with a little bit if work,
If we put some effort in and get down to it,
There will be no MND sufferers to just lurk,
In the future there’ll be no cases by MND hit.
God is not in the equation, he has no edifice,
Gordon puts medicine and care as salvation,
Doctors speak the truth and are the kind face,
To sufferers in need of love and consideration.
Deciding upon your beliefs starts here, with this,
With what the body means and its elevation,
And accepting that doctors save, have the fizz,
Makes you sane and able to give in edification.
Politician Climate Change Scientist
Rick Santorum,
Has his own theorem
That the Pope
Should reduce his scope
By leaving science to scientist’s own device.
It’s too bad he does not take his own advice.
Somber red apple branches
sagging down into green orchard grass
lumpy loaded with solid ripe ready fruit
Watching pale yellow butterflies huddle down
then spray up and out a geyser of light vibrant flight
scattering and skipping above their sun-drenched forest
A green sea of windy winding rivers
shadowed by red mounted trees of deep-rooted life,
making sweet love with flighty buttered wings
sweeping and beating co-gravitating gratitude.
Red Team too old and wizened
to count their darkening days as numbered.
Yellow Team too light and funny flight
to bother commodifying frenzied beating wings of day.
Separate huddles,
yet a coherently co-arising Team
of Earth's diverse space tracing times
Poets prehend self-governing structures
in natural ways that seem more enlightened
than pedants of partisan evolution.
Prophets predict self-help co-redemption
in ways that really could seem more enlightened
than preachers of competitive economics.
Time's wisdom con-sciences co-arising information
within polypaths comprehending light's full-tempered power
to mutually mentor multicultures of healing evolution,
conscientific body/mind-full consciousness,
cosmological
ecological
biological
geological
wealthy logical universal health care paradigm,
dispelling fractal-faceted semantic structures
of space/time's deep RNA-rememory language,
Folding concave holes
to unfold convex polarities again
through great turning revolutions
In which peace poets
and passionate preachers
and probing prophets
prehend Earth-governing structures
in naturally spirited ways
more enlightened
than polarizing pedants
of disempowering devolution.
-- James Ph. Kotsybar
The zombies are coming; no one knows why –
no time to ponder such things anyhow.
Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.
Survival is all we can think of now.
They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs
and push past all our barricades by force.
We stifle our screams and swallow our sobs
to realize we are just their food source.
There may exist a ruling, safe elite –
the privileged who caused our current woes
and watch us as we’re torn apart like meat –
but likely they’re no better off. Who knows?
For us, they won’t sweep in to save the day.
To them, we never mattered anyway.
We should go to mars
And all promising planets
To explore and find
Mineral resources
In order to meet our need
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