Sickle speckled like deckles of beef
Girl freckled gave my pickle relief
She pecked on my schmeckle
Like Heckle and Jeckle
Then deep beneath erupted a queef
It grew and blew my shoe out to sea
But soon I knew was coming for me
As the gas flew higher
It lit my ass on fire
A Roman Candle I seemed to be
Flame stung the cats, it cut 'em like knives
Wind flung the rats, they ran for their lives
Red turds swelling the eye
Dead birds fell from the sky
The news predicts that no one survives
The soothsayer slowly moved her hand over the crystal ball.
I predict a death, she told the man.
I am sorry, but it might be your death.
This surprised his wife, and horrified his daughter.
They were astounded and shocked by this news.
Which is a bit odd
Since he is 91.
Midwinter - means
transparent ice walls
pressed against shrinking skin.
Dead-eyed horses are revived
only by the steam of their nostrils.
No one predicts a beginning or an end,
'mid' is a frozen idea
in an ice-locked fountain pen,
it will not write even in warm hands.
Killer clowns' shelter behind
their fixed, blood flaked grimaces,
the whites of their eyes
reflect pinpoints
of a dawning apprehension.
Roads decelerate,
creaking through knuckled hands.
Chilled mounds toboggan off rooftops,
dump malformed snowmen
through unmeasured backyard graves.
At the hazy horizon of each grinding day.
midwinter blurs perspective.
This is the middling 'Mid'
a middle where the mind stops flowing
up or down.
Springtime, it's springtime
Winter has taken a leave of absence
Now it's time for flower to make their grand entrance
Leaving us awestruck and inspired
The mild breezes drift in through the shades
Almost knocking over the vase last year in pottery class I made
And the weatherman predicts unseasonably rainy weather
I start working out because soon summer will come and I want to feel light as a feather
A unique black squirrel climbs up a tree full of lime green buds
I put away my worn out, dull sweaters
For a nice outfit of cotton duds
Today the rays of sun stay brighter longer
Don't worry, I tell myself, for no longer do I have to feel somber
At the metropolitan parks nearby
The snow shovelers have to say goodbye
Springtime, it's springtime
We can't wait to welcome you again
But for now I'd like to take a walk
With my new best friend
Seeking and saving the lost have been parts of your story.
Passion, death, and resurrection must pave paths for glory.
How could you be rarer than all if you don't die and rise?
For the crimes of the souls of the world, you must pay the price.
Did your disciples want this? They wished you to be the king.
You knew, yet, blood should overflow from you like a wellspring.
Your ways were unique in the world. They could not understand.
Your mocking at and flogging at could they ever withstand?
The grain that springs, grows, and bears fruits stays within the earth's womb.
The one who saves all should sleep within the womb of the tomb.
Fulfilling the laws and the prophets should be done by death.
By dying on the cross for all, you should spread your life's breath.
The gift and the giver—you're the lamb who took sins away.
Kingdoms and kingships of this world could not stand on your way.
Purpose predicts strength
Love is quiet underneath
Hope, man's masterpiece
Soothsayer SueAnn is a scary woman in town
You can ask anyone; her reputation is solid and sound.
She has an amazing talent for foreknowing
predicts new babies before their mommies are showing
warms women away from men who abuse
predicts storms and tornadoes not seen on the news
SueAnn has a knack for knowing, her power is growing
Her talent is especially keen in the winter when it is snowing.
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
A reluctant dawn
predicts a heel dragging day.
The sun slinks away from the sky
with dawn cast eyes.
Pond ducks swim slow,
as amnesia paddles them
in nowhere circles.
Lead tinted tears,
plop from stiff trees,
or hang as chill,
metallic drops of
melting air.
Some early hours
must drip-dry
all over your eyes
creating a lip-heavy
sag,
until someone
you don't like the look of,
shouts:
"Good morning,"
Gratitude
for grace already received
is a robust measure of generosity.
Compassion scans for generosity's fullness
felt within
as incarnated without
As dispassion predicts greed's anxious emptiness.
Giving is physical and/or verbal
while generosity is mental and nonverbal.
Giving,
like loving,
hoping for a return of grace
within your lifetime's future,
does not share
or stretch
your gift of generosity.
Giving,
hoping to receive in equal measure,
plus interest,
plus loyalty,
plus admiration for our generosity,
is an investment
which counts the cost
of risking loss
Not necessarily a failure of gratitude,
or love,
for oneself
as for Other,
and also
not an outward compassionate act
of inward
mind-nourishing generosity.
To be blocked, it’s black and white or grey as a rock.
You can exist and be present, like floating particles in the air,
no mudslinging expressed but someone will make it their nosy affair.
Then a block, no valid reason for them to act like an angry cock!
A childish act of them trying to grasp a little control,
But they’ll end up acting like the biggest troll.
Past behavior often predicts their present one,
it’s only a matter of time before they’ll run.
I will never use my control to cowardly block,
instead, I'll enjoy reading real poetry around the clock.
Not AI generated with flowery alliterated words,
Or full of garbled rhymes that are just plain absurd.
events precipitated
creating a ripple
causing space to sigh
discord replaced harmony
a fissure appeared
requiring healing
specious reasoning
presented by eristic ego
stifled the throb of love
the drama being enacted
impacted not the mindful monk
who never predicts outcomes
who can tell if it is time
to gentle the swaying pendulum
the hermit has no preference
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
—Charles Messina
Roses pink as my love’s lips
The remainder of the day predicts
Scented overtones of life
Blue moon will ask Claire to be my wife
Like Winter
predicts Summer
Dark grey suffering
is not yet total green forest
and blue sky loss
As one cold
lonely voice
isolating experience
need not preclude
warm
yet alone
embracing vulnerable memories
transparent images
anticipating full-bodied reconnections,
compassionate life choices
As EarthTribal respiration
invites EarthMother regeneration
wombs reproductive
eggs
nuts
seeds
Surviving thistles
not yet Othering
weeds
As painful apartheid
is not yet anxious death
nor anticipating life
As isolating trauma discoveries
are not yet therapeutic
solitary thoughts
anticipating glad feelings
passionate
about sacred intimacy,
boundless recovery.
Transport Phenomena
Transfer of matter
Characteristics alter
Charge transfer
Accompanies heat transfer
Heat transfer
loss of power
Power loss
Creates Fuss.
Be positive
Less resistive.
More active
Less passive.
Active is inductive
Also susceptive
Magnetic, electric and energetic
Power generic.
Flux Change is cyclic
Nevertheless dynamic.
Law that governs nature
Predicts its future.
@Ketaki Patankar
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